Oh, bloody hell

FMA Chapter 60 wallpaper with variations

2009-10-29T23:04:11Z

Because I felt like it.

I made this one first, with the two of them back to back.

I like this one better, though. Their bowed heads make them look like part of the transmutation circle. The text in the background is taken from an actual alchemy text, but I can't remember where I found it now . . .

All three can be downloaded full-size here.

angelcallie @ 2009-10-15T13:38:00

2009-10-15T17:42:26Z

It is snowing. Fucking snowing! Not just flurries, mind, really coming down and I can see it almost sticking on the picnic table in the back yard.

WTF*&^&$%$@$#%^T%&*^*&^!!

ABC meme continues, and F is for . . .

2009-10-14T07:58:05Z

Title: Flamenco
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist
Summary: Roy and company go to a bar. Insanity ensues.
Rated: K probably. I dunno. Maybe W. No, C for Crack.
Characters: Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang and all his subordinates, with a cameo by Armstrong!
Spoilers: None really
Word count: 1743
Author's Note: This is utter crackfic. And it took me unconsciouably long to finish it and I'm not really sure why. But yes, it is CRACK. Unbetaed.

Flamenco

Sometimes she really didn’t know why everyone – herself included – was so willing to follow him.

It was a desperate time, that was true and, as they say, desperate times do sometimes call for desperate measures. But the desperation Riza Hawkeye was witnessing from her seat at the bar did not quite seem in proportion to the situation.

Hughes was in East City on one of his rare visits out to the country’s borders and, in one of his strange, manic moods Roy Mustang had insisted, for the sake of morale, that they all go out to celebrate. The Eastern command center had seen its share of troubles lately and Riza knew that Roy was also worried that the Elric brothers had not reported in to him in some time, so she could not blame him for wanting to be frivolous to take his mind off it, even if it was only for a little while.

Her mind had gone blank earlier on all of the reasons she usually had for declining to accompany the Colonel and the rest of his staff out for drinks and she could not produce one that was sufficient to convince Mustang to allow her to absent herself. They came flooding back to her now as that same Colonel, now smelling strongly of scotch, heaved himself up onto the bar. No one else seemed to note the ridiculousness of this action. Havoc was halfway across the room trying to sweet talk a shapely brunette who, despite her obvious state of intoxication, did not seem the least inclined to give him the time of day. Fuery’s head was already down on the bar, three empty glasses sitting beside him as he tunelessly wailed some sort of hiccupy drinking song with Breda, who was waving his arms around so enthusiastically with the melody that the beer in his heavy mug splashed out onto the floor. Falman sat trying not to look as drunk as he was, wobbling on his stool as Maes showed him a seemingly endless stack of photos of his little Elycia. Maes himself was brimming both with liquor and affection as he described each picture in slurred words and provided poor Vato with innumerable little extra bonus stories about how his little girl was going to be a painter or a dancer or a marine biologist.

“C’mon, Riza,” said Roy, crawling on his hands and knees across the bar to place himself in front of her. She drew her glass closer to herself so as to avoid its being spilled by Roy’s fumbling hands. Unlike the others, she had no intention of leaving this bar smelling of alcohol. “C’mup here and dance with me.”

“I don’t think so, sir,” she replied curtly. She wouldn’t have danced on the bar if she were drunk, much less cold-sober as she was now. “I don’t really think you should, either.”

“You’re so serious,” he slurred, patting her on the head. She considered slapping his hand away, but she was a little concerned that it might upset his balance and send him toppling off the bar and onto his skull, so she refrained. Not that he wouldn’t have deserved it. “You won’t come up here?” He put on his best puppy dog face, his dark eyes wide and round and his mouth turned down in a little pout, but she ignored it with practiced ease. She had faced it on a daily basis – practically every time the Colonel wanted to get out of his paperwork to get home early – and she had never given in to it yet. Even Hayate had learned that that trick didn’t work with her.

“No.”

He sighed and looked deflated for a second before he laughed it off. “You’re such a stick in the mud,” he said, and wrapped his knuckles on her forehead. This time she did swat him but he only continued to laugh and withdrew his hand.

“All right, all right,” he said, giving up on her. He pulled himself up to his feet so he was now standing on the bar, and turned to where Maes was still flipping through photographs with Vato. “Maes! Get over here!”

“D’you wanna see the pictures, too, Roy?” asked the proud father. Maes expertly shuffled the arsenal of photographs in his hand like a deck of cards and fanned them out for Roy to inspect. Roy drunkenly leaned down to squint at the pictures, bending in half at the midsection so that Riza was sure he would lose his balance and land on Hughes. He seemed to ponder the photos of the little girl for a moment, precariously positioned with his shined black dress shoes on the edge of the bar, before looking back up at Hughes with an expression that would have held the utmost seriousness had the Colonel not already imbibed one scotch too many.

“Put those back in your pocket, Hughes,” he said, his alcohol-soaked tongue ruining the authoritative tone in his voice with its sluggishness. “A bar is no place for little daughters.”

Hughes looked as if he wanted to argue the point, but was unsure what to retort.

“Men!” Roy yelled, gaining the attention not only of his subordinates and friends but of all the denizens of the dimly lit pub. Though he did not seem to mind the fact that all eyes were on him. Riza sighed and feared the worst.

When he started to sing a lively drinking song, she bowed her head and covered her face with one hand, hoping that all the eyes now watching him did not lump her in with him and his other subordinates, who had picked up the tune he had started and were all now wailing out the lyrics with a gusto she sorely wished she could see in the office when she laid their paperwork in front of them. But her real horror kicked in when she heard the tapping of his very fine shoes on the scuffed bar and looked up to see him dancing to the melody in such a way that not only completely ignored the rhythm but the style of the song as well. His hands flourished about him, fingers splaying wide like ruffling fabric at his hips. His heels clicked loudly against the wooden bar-top as his feet moved with more speed and sureness than they had any right to, considering how drunk the Colonel was.

It was only a matter of moments before Maes and Breda were climbing bar stools to join him on the counter, and Riza suddenly wondered when everyone she knew had gone insane. Havoc landed face first on the bar beside her, his face bearing a red hand-shaped mark that was already blurring in the stream of tears pouring down his face even as he continued to sing along with the others. Falman, finally embracing his state of inebriation, stumbled over to Fuery and picked up the smaller man, whose glasses sat askew on his face and enhanced the confused and wide eyed expression he currently wore. Falman deposited the Sergeant onto the bar, dropping him almost carefully to lie on his stomach, before climbing up as well and joining in the drunken chorus line which looked as if it would blend in at a mental institution better than a pub.

“This is so beautiful!” came the voice of Major Armstrong, and Riza whipped her head around to see him moving rapidly from the door of the pub toward the bar where she sat. “Allow me to join you!”

She knew the Major could not yet be intoxicated, having just walked into the bar, though at this point it was hardly surprising to her when he leapt up onto the counter to join the Colonel and the rest. It was even less surprising that he had somehow shed both his coat and his shirt before beginning his dance, his bare pectorals practically sparkling in the dim lighting of the bar.

The bartender, whose yelling at the assembled men on his countertop had thus far been ignored, finally turned his attention to Riza.

“Are you with them?” he demanded. “Get them down from there!”

“I don’t know them,” she said flatly. She laid a few sens on the counter to cover the cost of her drink, careful to avoid the flailing feet of the men on the counter, gathered up her coat and walked out of the bar. Her exit was barely heeded by any of the men, for which she was quite thankful since she did not at that moment particularly want to be associated with them. She did hear one of them bawl her rank out after her but she did not stop or turn to see who it was as the bell above the door rang with her departure.

The next day, First Lieutenant Riza Hawkeye smiled uncharacteristically brightly at each of her five bleary-eyed co-workers, producing frightened and worried expressions from each as they were put on their guard in addition to having to nurse their hangovers by inhaling copious amounts of coffee and cradling their aching heads. She made no effort to muffle the thumping of the unusually tall stacks of paperwork she dropped before each of them, eliciting a pained hissing and a wince from all five.

Mustang glared at her, taking in her unusual cheerfulness and wondering how she had managed to escape the affliction that he and the rest of his men were currently suffering under.

“Why are you so happy?” he grumbled as she noisily dropped a mountain of paperwork onto his desk. “And where did you go last night?”

She smiled wickedly. “When you lot assembled to do a group table dance on that poor bartender’s counter, I decided that it was about time I got home. Sir,” she said, adding the last word as an amused afterthought. “Though, sir, I will say that you were right about last night’s outing improving morale.”

He looked at her wide eyed for a moment before the memories came flooding back and he bowed his head to hide the grimace that formed on his face as he remembered singing too loudly, dancing with almost his entire unit, and subsequently being thrown out of the bar to raucous applause and an order from the bartender to never set foot in there again.

Damn, he thought. And I really liked that bar, too.

Mmmm, new Brotherhood opening

2009-10-11T23:58:08Z

I adored the first opening theme for Brotherhood. The second was not bad, they had the little Roy & Co bit so I was happy. OP 3, however, is V. exciting. It's like HOOOOOLY Ishabal. Which is exciting because I loooove the Ishbal arc in the manga and I can't wait to see it animated. The only thing that makes me a little sad is that Riza isn't in it more, especially since she is the framework for the telling of the whole Ishbal arc. Because what I'm really excited about seeing animated are her flashbacks from before Ishbal. Those are some of my favorite scenes in the whole manga (Vol 15 <3). But anyway, the opening. It is cool.

Mmmm.

And look at Kimblee just dominating that thing with his white suit. And OMG Olivier yay! I wonder who will do her voice . . .

This lightened my mood a bit because Chapter 100? Yeah, I'm still not over it.

FMA chapter 100

2009-10-10T03:41:04Z

What the fuck was that!? What. The. Fuck. No. I refuse. I absolutely refuse to believe it, no no nono no. Period.

Fu freaking died, and that was bad enough. I love Fu! It's not fair! But at least after that Greed!Lin got to be so freaking awesomely badass, it was almost okay. And the page with LanFan crying down onto Lin's face, saying it was too late. Aaah! I wanted to cry!

On top of that, Buccaneer died, and they actually made me care! Before this he was just that slightly cool guy from Briggs with the ridiculous automail. Now I was actually sad when he died. And Lin made it almost okay with his badassery for Buccaneer, too. Greed!Lin made those deaths okay.

There is ABOSOLUTELY NO WAY THAT RIZA'S DEATH COULD BE MADE OKAY. EVER. It was totally uncalled for! I always knew that creepy fucking guy with his fucking glasses was bad news, even when he was only in the damn fuhrer's flashbacks. Fucking guy and his fucking creepy ass minions. And a goddamn SWORD no less, just to slit her throat. So unnecessary. I mean, WHAT THE FUCK. No. I refuse to accept it. But there is no homonculus in the room with them, so unless fucking glasses guy has a philosopher's stone (which is not impossible) then I don't know how Roy is going to fix her. We all know human transmutation is impossible, so it's not like he can just go into the gate and bring back her soul if he doesn't fix her body first. But I refuse to believe that that is the end for Riza. That is too much, especially after Maes. For her to just be cut down like that, no, I absolutely refuse. No no no no. It cannot happen.

I must believe that the last two pages of chapter 100 occurred at the end of the manga BECAUSE Arakawa has something up her sleeve with regards to Roy and Riza and the not-death that just happened there. I must. Because if I don't believe that then I will be very very sad, nigh upon inconsolable. She's a crafty cow, and I believe that she can't be done with Riza yet, not with all the potential of the character and all the work she put into creating something if an enigma of her. No no no no no. I refuse to believe that she has merely been a tool all along. There is so much more there. All of her complicated feelings and motivations cannot be erased with the BLOOD pouring out of her THROAT at the end of chapter 100. No no nono nonononononononono.

Besides that, I can't even be sad right now. I am too angry. Her giant eyes, all hollow and afraid. No. COME ON!

I always knew, ever since watching the sixth episode of the first anime, that Full Metal Alchemsist wanted me dead. How did I let myself get so wrapped up in a story that is trying to kill me? Masochism. Probably for that reason, that the show and the manga both go for the pain.

It is trying to destroy me.

There is a long time until mid-November.

D8

@#$%$#&*#@ D8

2009-10-10T01:14:05Z

I have had too much caffeine to live today.

angelcallie @ 2009-10-08T17:48:00

2009-10-08T21:51:58Z

OMG Yay! My sewing machine part FINALLY came in! I'll be a little wary of it until I get home tonight and fit it into the machine, but it looks right. It had better work or there will be some arson and bazookas involved in my retribution.

Don't forget Oct 3

2009-10-04T00:40:09Z

I has icons! And a coupla wallpapers. Mostly Fullmetal, some Ouran.

Fullmetal

Ouran

Wallpapers

Hayate

Kyoya

Tamaki

And a variation

Credit if used would be <3

All the screen caps are mine, but the manga scans come from onemanga.

angelcallie @ 2009-10-02T01:24:00

2009-10-02T05:26:54Z

If I didn't already love Craig Ferguson, I would now.

While talking to Patricia Arquette, he said "I don't like these new Twilight vampires. I like a vampire I can be afraid of, not some douche bag in a backwards cap."

Ahahahahaha! Win.

Yays! Brotherhood!

2009-09-25T23:03:19Z

At least we didn't have to wait until the end of NYAF to be told.

Line Producer: Mike McFarland

ADR Directors: Mike McFarland and Caitlin Glass

Reprising their roles from the first series:

Edward Elric – Vic Mignogna
Winry Rockbell – Caitlin Glass
Roy Mustang – Travis Willingham
Lust – Laura Bailey
Envy – Wendy Powell
Gluttony – Chris Cason
Maes Hughes – Sonny Strait
Fuhrer King Bradley – Ed Blaylock
Riza Hawkeye – Colleen Clinkenbeard
Jean Havoc – Mike McFarland

New Cast Members:
Alphonse Elric – Maxey Whitehead (Antonio from Romeo x Juliet, Czeslaw
Meyer from Baccano)
Scar – J Michael Tatum (Eneru from One Piece, Isaac from Baccano)
Isaac McDougal – Bryan Massey (Ladd from Baccano, Nino from Gunslinger
Girl: Il Teatrino)

Aaron Dismuke will be featured in another role later in the series.

FUNimation Entertainment will release “Fullmetal Alchemist:Brotherhood” on DVD beginning in Spring 2010.

From here.

I know Travis already spilled that he was going to be Mustang and Vic pretty much said he was going to be Ed, but I'm still excited to see the cast list. I am really really happy that Colleen is going to be Riza again and that Ed Blaylock is going to be Bradley (he was so great in the first anime). And J. Micheal Tatum as Scar is an interesting choice. I could have guessed from the OVAs. I think he'll do a good job, but I can't quite hear him as Scar yet (you know, real INTENSE Scar and not just ChibiScar). And Sonny Strait! And Wendy Powell! I'm upset that they haven't said who's going to be Armstrong yet, though. And I should make a note to watch something Maxey Whitehead was in . . .

And it's a little weird to me that Caitlin Glass is taking over as assistant director in Colleen's place. Colleen must be busy or something. But I love Ouran and I thought Suzuka was well directed, so I'm sure she'll do a good job.

Commissions

2009-09-24T05:03:45Z

Okay kids, commissions are open. I can only take a few between now and Christmas because I've got my own stuff to worry about.

Leave a comment to this entry with what you're looking to obtain and a way for me to contact you (comments are screened so no one but me can see your info) or just send me a private message via lj. It's a little easier for me if you use the lj message, but do as you see fit.

I'm most up for doing bear customizations (I'd love to make an FMA bear or Doctor Who or something) or Doctor Dolls like the Nine and Ten that I have already posted to this journal. I might take on a larger project, depending on the nature of it. I won't reject any fandom/project out of hand but if it's something I'm unfamiliar with I'll be in need of reference pictures.

Anyway, there it is.

Commissions are closed as of November 7, 2009. They will reopen again some time in 2010.

Dragon*con '09!!!

2009-09-11T20:39:15Z

Dragon*con this year was pretty awesome. We stayed in the Marriot, which rocked because we were actually in one of the convention hotels and we could watch dragoncontv in our room (Captain Kirk is climbing a mountain, why is he climbing a mountain?) And our room was amazing! Look at the view we had at night!

It was awesome!

There were so many people there this year it was ridiculous! I got something like 20 autographs this year alone.

For anyone who watches Babylon 5, I met Claudia Christian(Susan Ivanova), Bruce Boxleitner(Capt John Sheridan) (though I elected not to tell him about that dream I had about square-dancing with him), Stephen Furst(Vir), and Peter Jurasik(Londo Mollari). Peter Jurasik was the most adorable of the four of them, and we had a bit of a chat about the show. He signed my autograph first as Londo and called me "my darling" and then signed his own name. He was really awesome. Claudia gave me a cd of hers, too. But I didn't have my picture taken with any of them because I strongly dislike having my picture taken and Hallie doesn't watch B5 so she wasn't there to make me.

We also met three Star Trek captains this year, bringing out total up to four (the only four who matter :3 ). We met William Shatner, Patrick Stewart, and Kate Mulgrew. He's not a captain, but pretty epic anyway, we met Leonard Nimoy, the original Spock as well. We didn't have our picture taken with Shatner, Nimoy, or Patrick Stewart (who is the awesomeness) because it was waaay too expensive, but we did get one with Kate Mulgrew.

We also met Garret Wang, who was Ensign Kim on Voyager with Kate Mulgrew, and got a picture with him. His hair is long now!

Lani Tupu, who played Crais and did the voice of Pilot in Farscape, was there. Cute little Australian :)

And the lovely Felicia Day. Even though she had a crazy long line she took time to talk to everyone who came up to her. She asked us what our favorite show was and she apologized because she'd never seen it. She was adorable. I have to make a mental note to watch The Guild . . .

Speaking of Adorable, we met Vic Mignogna. I made him a little Trekkie/Ensign Tamaki doll with a red shirt on under his Ouran uniform, and he loved it! (He showed it off at the beginning of his panel a little while later :3 )(Incidentally, I found it hilarious that we were on line for William Shatner about 10 people behind him ahahahaha). He gave me a hug and insisted that we take a picture.

So cute!!!

But it was Stargate that had the most actors present, and we met pretty much all of them. Colin Cunningham (who played Major Davis)was pretty hilarious in panels, always going for the gutter. And with that group, keeping out of the gutter is pretty well impossible. Gary Jones was there, but we had met him previously. But we did meet Ben Browder (who I rather prefer to think of as being from Farscape). We got a picture with him and Claudia Black, because they are epic.

I was just standing there, waiting for the photographer to get his camera all ready and I look up and there's Ben Browder in my face! Ahahahaha. And Claude is gorgeous as usual.

We also met Joe Flanigan, who I never ever thought would show up to a con! We were at his table waiting for him to finish up with the person ahead of us and he noticed out little Sheppard bear. He said, "Is that a Sheppard doll?" We answered yes and he said "I like that." Ahahaha funny.

We also met Paulie McGillion again, because he's a sweetheart and our last picture with him was terrible.

When we went to get our picture taken with Jason Momoa and Rachel Luttrel, Jason had some time between the end of his singles and the time when Rachel was supposed to show up, so he decided to mess around. He played with the Ronon Bear and the John Bear and commissioned me to make him one (ahahahahahah I have Jason Momoa's home address!) and then, because he was so hungover, he laid down on the floor and had all of us who were waiting come and sit behind him. This is the result.

Joe Flanigan called him while he was lying there, so that's him on the open phone lying on the floor. When he actually talked to Joe, he asked if he had seen the John bear. Ahahahaha! It's funny if you're me I guess. And then Rachel showed up and Jason had more fun with his bear.

Aside from all that, we went to all the hilarious Stargate Megapanels and Vic's little panel, we had dinner at Hardrock and watched obgligatory silly movies in the hotel room, and on Saturday we played Are You a Werewolf until quarter to three (we started at 7:30) when the hotel staff threw us out of the 10th floor. And "McKay" took a liking to my Rodney bear. But clearly, I was dead at the time (stupid exploding tumor!)

Wakey wakey, McKay!

Silly.

Well, yeah. That was dragon*con. That, and all the ridiculous hilarious dctv we watched.

Captain Kirk is climbing a mountain, why is he climbing a mountain?

Why am I climbing a mountain? Because I'm in love.

William Shatner, please do not ever again say the word "sinewy."

angelcallie @ 2009-09-08T23:36:00

2009-09-09T03:39:07Z

Woof! I got back from Hotlanta yesterday evening, and I'm still tired from that trip! But it was fantastic! Real dragon*con post will come when I get my lazy ass up and scan some of the pictures :/

And my glorious vacation continues, though the events to fill it are still a bit tba.

Oh, and to anyone watching my journal for notification on when I will be taking commissions again, it will be soon. Probably.

okay, I admit it, I have fallen for anime

2009-08-14T05:09:09Z

OKAY. So, if the opening is any indication, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood is AMAZING. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=O6jI7aNLRKg Holy crap. I am in love with that entire sequence so hardcore. Preeeeeeetty. Want. Seriously, I have watched it like ten times, it's getting a little ridiculous. And I love the fact that, not only did Hawkeye actually show up in this opening a good deal(for her especially), but Ross and Block/Brosh are there too! <3

when did I become an otaku?

C - Coward

2009-08-10T07:23:04Z

Blek. The first of the fics to come from my ABC prompt list

Title: Coward
Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (anime)
Summary: Shou Tucker is a slave to his own fear.
Rated: Ew for revulsion.
Characters: Shou Tucker, Nina Tucker.
Spoilers: All of FMA as regards the Tuckers
Word count: 734
Author's Note: Eh, I could have been happier with this. I think I kept trying to add to much extra stuff and I had to stop myself. Unbetaed.

Coward

Shou Tucker had always been a coward, even before. Before he had become something else, he had never been truly a man. His every move had been dictated by a consuming fear of personal suffering.

All those years ago when he had started down the track that had lead him to where he was today, he had let cowardice guide his hand. Living day after day in alleys and abandoned buildings, trying to feed his wife and tiny daughter on the pennies tossed to him by the factory foremen, something in him had snapped. His hands shook and his eyes, hiding behind the thick lenses of his glasses, flashed and darted like those of a terrified animal. Cold fear settled in around his heart and ate away all that had ever been good in him, all that had ever been human.

He had the knowledge, all that was left was to obtain the subjects. The first half was easy. He laid a trap with a bit of food in the alley near where his family was living and waited for one of the local stray dogs to wander in looking for a meal. For the second half he had waited, hands shaking uncontrollably, for his wife to fall asleep, the baby in her arms as she lay on the dirty pallet on the floor of the abandoned warehouse. He had used just enough chloroform to keep her unconscious long enough for him to begin his experiment. And in the middle of the night, common sense and human emotion driven out of his mind by an abject terror of spending one more day in such absolute poverty, he combined them.

The result was an ungainly creature, covered in matted grey fur and long brown hair. It stumbled forward and cried out in pain, a sound so horrible that Shou Tucker felt his stomach wrench with nausea. It stared up at him with eyes not altogether his wife’s, full of pain and sorrow and anger and fear. It gasped in agony and whispered, “Shou, why?”

The second time it had not taken traps and chloroform to get his “subjects” into the lab. They trusted him. So, with rising fear of failure and a return to a life of sleeping on flea-ridden mats and eating whatever could be found, he had lead his daughter and his dog down the basement stairs into pain and oblivion.

The moments before, hugging Nina in his arms in those few seconds before the decision was made, had been his last chance at being a man. Now, with his transmuted hulk of a body, huge and hairy with his own shoulders and head combined upside-down and backwards, he had no prayer. It was the price he paid for his cowardice. He had become cowardice. He skulked in shadows, hiding his horrible form in darkness and oversized trench coats. His voice, now only a whisper sickeningly like the one he had heard so long ago, passed through his bent throat as he solftly ministered to the silent bundle in his arms, his little Nina. He held her cradled in one monstrous arm as he showed her the arrays he had scratched into the walls, explaining to her what he would do next to make her better. But she never spoke, never asked questions, never asked him why he had done what he did or how many creatures he had deconstructed and recombined to make her. Her big blue eyes remained expressionless and unblinking as he added and subtracted and whispered formulae and ingredients. It might have driven him mad if there had been anything left of the man called Shou Tucker inside the beast that wore his upside down face. But there was nothing there that had not been twisted and perverted by the choices he had made and the things he had sacrificed to his fear.

He continued to hold her, to talk to her and show her things though she never reciprocated with a sign of life. She was the sin born of the cowardice he had become and though her lifeless face bore little resemblance to the bright animated one of the first Nina, he clung to her as if she really was a part of him and shrouded her in the cowardice that had borne her in those deep dark labs full of whispers and false red light.

angelcallie @ 2009-07-31T01:27:00

2009-07-31T05:29:53Z

OMG Bill Nye and Neil Degrasse Tyson were on Stargate: Atlantis! Ahahahahahah!!!

ETA: And Bill Nye slaps Dave Foley in the face and says "Man up!" Best. Episode. Ever.

Suggestible

2009-07-30T05:01:04Z

Making up prompts for other people was so much fun, I think I want some too. So I'm joining the pack (and by pack I guess I mean two because that's all I've seen) and doing the abc meme. Fandoms are including but not limited to Doctor Who, Ouran Host Club, Fullmetal Alchemist, Space Cases, Firefly, Babylon 5, Red Dwarf, Star Trek (particularly DS9 and Voy), Stargate, To Say Nothing of the Dog.

A.
B. Blue Light Special - Ten(Doctor Who) spectrerouge
C. ~~Coward - Shou Tucker (FMA) spectrerouge~~
D.
E.
F. ~~Flamenco - Roy Mustang (FMA) spectrerouge~~
G.
H. Harem - L (Death Note) spectrerouge
I. Ink - penwiper/Verity (To Say Nothing of the Dog) phantomcranefly
J.
K.
L. Leather and Lace - (Ouran) galaxylily
M. Memento Mori - Alphonse (FMA) spectrerouge
N. Number - (Space Cases) galaxylily
O.
P.
Q. Quirk - Cyrill (To Say Nothing of the Dog) spectrerouge
R.
S. Spiritual Pressure - (Bleach) spectrerouge
T. Turbulence - Zoe and Wash (Firefly) galaxylily
U.
V.
W.
X. Xerxes - Kyoya and Tamaki (Ouran) spectrerouge
Y.
Z. Zipper - Touga and Saionji (Utena) spectrerouge

Fun!

Tauri is Three Today :)

2009-07-30T01:28:30Z

She's my bratty dog. I can't believe she's three years old already.

I love taking pictures of her while she's sleeping. It's pretty much the only time she's not just a blur in frame.

Flying squirrel!

There were blankets on the coffee table for some reason so she thought that would be a good place to nap. She is strange.

Her and her two brothers all on the couch at the same time! It was a miraculous event. These three have their own favorite spots in different parts of the house so for all three of them to be in one area together is like a mystical confluence.

yeah, family is great

2009-06-26T19:49:11Z

If my 56 year old mother and 17 year old sister could both act an age worthy of graduating elementary school for ten minutes, I think I might die of shock. They are so fucking ridiculous, its like living with a couple of children. And they're both equally insane. Hallie starts cursing, my mother gets angry and makes impotent threats, and it makes me want to slap them both. But the really fun part is after they finish screaming at each other and both of them snap nastily at me because I breathed in their vicinity. I wish my sister was going away to school because then she might come to realize all the things my mother does for her thanklessly. As for my mother, I've fairly well given up hoping she would grow to attain the emotional maturity of an adult, but if my sister and step-father would stop exacerbating the situation, she might be in general easier to get along with. They are neither of them bad people, they're just extremely selfish (each in their own way, though Hallie more literally) a so far from self-awareness that they might as well be living on a planet with no mirrors for all the recognition they have of themselves. It's really too much for me to take sometimes.

More dollies!

2009-06-26T01:31:11Z

Yay, more plushies! I actually made these two a little while ago for some swaps on craftster, and am just now getting around to posting them here on my lj.

First, Chakotay from Star Trek: Voyager

He is jointed and has movable fingers and all of his clothes are removable.

Close-up on his tattoo :)

And his communicator pin which is actually a pin I made and can be removed from his uniform.

And next, Jen the gelfling from the Jim Henson movie Dark Crystal.

In all his glory! I'm a little in love with him, actually. He came out so cute! He is also jointed and has movable fingers.

Close up on his face.

Profile!

He even went to his new home with the Crystal Shard (which is really just a chunk of amethyst)

New Love . . .

2009-06-26T00:08:12Z

Okay, I am officially the BIGGEST FAN EVER of Freezer Paper. It is seriously the greatest invention since paper itself. Best thing ever.

Vash the Stampede

2009-06-06T01:07:13Z

Okay, so my Vash the Stampede sunglasses came in today and they are PERFECT. All round and orange. I just need to make a few slight modifications to make them really Vash-y. And I have six yards of red twill sitting in my house, ready to be made into an extremely intense jacket.

I'm gonna be Vash the Stampede! Yaays! Now I can run around yelling "Love and Peace!" and "Scary!!" Hehe.

ETA: Oh, and did I mention I got all of this for under $40? Oh, yeah. Awesomeness.

I'm surprised they pronounced Utena right . . .

2009-05-30T08:10:42Z

Apparently I accidentally downloaded a copy of the first episode of Revolutionary Girl Utena that was dubbed instead of subbed. Now, as a rule I have nothing against dubbed versions of anime. I love the dub of Ouran and Trigun and Cowboy Bebop. But Utena’s dub is TERRIBLE and I. Hate. It.

First of all, is it like a sport for voice actors who do not give a damn to mispronounce the MAIN CHARACTER’s names? Touga is mispronounced TWO-gah, Saionji is mispronounced Say-OWN-gee. Some of the girls's names have Western emphasis imposed on them, like Wakaba is Wa-KAH-ba instead of WA-ka-ba, Himemiya is wrongly emphasized as he-meh-MEE-ya instead of he-MEH-me-ya, which is just as bad as pronouncing the syllables wrong. Even Utena’s surname Tenjou is mispronounced Ten-JEW. It made me angry every time anyone said anyone else’s name.

On top of that, the voice actors don’t seem to care whether they match the movement of the characters’ mouths or, you know, EMOTE AT ALL. And the translation is totally lame. And the voices themselves make all the characters sound like such whiny little pissants. And the Shadows sound SUPER LAME. They sound like they are just reading lines instead of being INSANE ALIEN FREAKS like they should be.

Anyway, it’s 4am and I’m tired. But it had to be said.

I has fanarts

2009-05-28T23:25:03Z

So recently I have been watching a lot of anime. Ouran Host Club and Trigun mostly. And so this is what happens at 3am when you hand me a pencil and I spent the afternoon watching Vash the Stampede being his crazy self.

(PS - There are no spoilers in this fanart, not even really for what the characters look like . . .)

The first is Vash from Trigun and Tamaki from Ouran, because they are strangely alike

And then, what would happen if Vash and Tamaki met a Dalek.

And a short comic about a Dalek and a Unicorn, as a response to a scene I wrote in my Tardis BigBang fic.

Hehehehe. Silly.

angelcallie @ 2009-05-26T03:54:00

2009-05-26T08:01:58Z

Sometimes I want to move out of my house so bad I could scream. My head throbs and I get so angry my teeth hurt. It’s not that I mind paying the bills and buying the groceries and helping to support my mother and sister. It has to be done and I’m the only one who can do it. But this fact has held me down in a job that I hate so much I sometimes see red because we live so hand-to-mouth that we literally could not afford for me to be out of work for even one week.

My mother INFURIATES me by giving ME a guilt trip when I ask where my own money went and getting angry when she can’t account for it. Forgive me for getting a little pissed that some three hundred dollars disappeared into the ether for “a good reason” that she can’t even fucking remember. How the fuck can you forget spending three hundred dollars? And after she tells me she isn’t sure where virtually my ENTIRE paycheck went she tells me that there is still the electrical bill to pay and that I have to dip into my savings (which is hard enough to put a dollar into with the way we live) so that we can fucking pay it. Where did my fucking paycheck go while the goddamn electrical bill was sitting on the kitchen table all week long that we now have to take money from my extremely inadequate savings to pay for it?

I can’t do anything. I am so fucking trapped right now I might as well be in a goddamn zoo. We can’t afford to insure a second car and my mother got us a car that I can’t even drive. Fucking awesome. I can’t even leave this fucking mountain under my own power. I can do my own motherfucking banking which really pisses me off. If I could at least control my fucking banking, I would feel like I had a fucking say in where my fucking money goes, but I can’t even do that. I have to ASK my MOTHER to give me a portion of my OWN CHECK for my own use. I fucking can’t take it anymore.

And changing my situation is completely impossible, which is probably the most frustrating thing. My mother is incapable of supporting the three of us so I couldn’t get a “starter job” in any given profession, even if anyone was hiring. I don’t make enough a week so save more than a disgustingly pathetic sum which will never amount to anything, especially when I can’t even fucking hold on to it in the face of fucking guilt trips like “Fine, let them turn off the electricity for three days until you get paid, I don’t care.” Don’t go fucking passive aggressive either, because you are the one who was magically able to spend three hundred dollars and not even bring home any groceries with it. What the fuck!?

And the fact that I know what I want to do is like the carrot on the impossibly long string. It is so fucking depressing to know that I will most likely NEVER in my life be able to make enough money to start my own business. I would probably kill myself if I wasn’t so pragmatic. So what will I do with the rest of my life? Because if I get stuck in this godforsaken dead-end hell hole I will jump off a cliff.

I usually do a really good job of distracting myself from how depressing my life can be, but sometimes I can't help it. I'm naturally fairly buoyant, though I do have the occasional tendency to brood. But my life has basically been hijacked by other people's needs, and I didn't even go out and get myself pregnant as a teenager or something else equally stupid. I have been nothing but good my whole fucking life. I do what I'm told, I help when I can, and what do I get for it? A fuck of a lot of nothing. You'd think I could get a break occasionally. But no. And I've been becoming an increasingly angry person over the last two years. And I don't want to be, I hate being angry because it makes me feel helpless and I just get angrier until I give myself a headache. I hate it. It takes very little to make me happy, which I guess is good because that's all I generally get.

Sorry. Maybe if I get some sleep I can go back to having some success with distracting myself from how unhappy I really am.