the bathroom window

10. Tell me about your default icon.
It's a picture I got off a Google search years ago... I think for "star wars." It's a t-rex chomping on Luke Skywalker. And it's hilarious.

11. What features do you think Dreamwidth should have that it doesn't currently?
Hmm. More icons?

12. What do you consider the five most "telling" interests from the list on your profile? Why?
Ooh, I like this question! I'm going to choose "singing in the car," "great googily moogily," "feminism," "buttsex," and "pretending to be a dinosaur." I think they sum up some important things about me, namely that I have a goofy sense of humor, I'm interested in gender and sexuality, and I'm a big fan of dinosaurs.

13. Do you have any unique interests on your user profile? What are they? How'd they get there?
Yes - some are lyrics that I particularly liked, some are pairings that I'm apparently the only far of, and some things I would have thought would be more popular, like these three: "original harry potter characters," "original sailor moon senshi," "original star wars characters."

14. Did you have a gateway fandom? Still in it? Why or why not? Is there a community for it on DW?
Yes! Zelda was probably my first fandom - I'd write awful Mary Sue insert fanfics before I knew what any of those terms were - but it was Digimon that got me intvolved with the Internet and the communities here. I'm still dabbling in them, but am nowhere as active as I used to be. And while there are communities here, none are active.

15. What's your current obsession? What about it captures your imagination?
DRAGON AGE DRAGON AGE DRAGON AGE. DRAGONS + BRITISH HUMOR + ASS KICKING + SEX = AWESOME. HOLY SHIT.

16. What are you glad you did but haven't really had a chance to post about?
Finished my first year of grad school! I'm halfway to my Master's!

17. How many people on your reading list do you know IRL?
None, unfortunately.

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7. What is your favorite community on Dreamwidth?

There are a lot of great ones: danglypartsiple is always good for a laugh, omnomnom for recipes, books for books.

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Digging through what was left of Shinra's archives, she felt even more like a treasure hunter and a spy, only for herself again, and not the stupid Turks. Yuffie surfaced with armfuls of the weirdest, coolest stuff ever. Tseng wanted boring crap like maps and office receipts and personal reports from a hundred years ago back in the days of yore when everyone drove cars made of coconuts, but it wasn't like she was some gopher, so she put her headphones on and totally ignored him. Instead she pulled out these bizarre plastic records and big box of gray photographs where everyone was wearing hats and monocles, and a one-sided correspondence between some woman and the guy she was trying to convince to come back from his cabin in the woods on top of a mountain where he was building a submarine.

She brought the whole kit and caboodle to Tifa's Seventh Heaven and dumped it on the bar. "No materia," she told Tifa and Cloud before they could ask, "but today was only day one. I'm 'posed to be rummaging around all week. Which I actually might do because this stuff is awesome."

Tifa put down her glass and bent over the box. "And Tseng let you take all of this?"

"Hey," she said with an offended sniff, "I don't take orders from him. Just suggestions. Hey Denzel, check this shit out. This guy is riding a bike and he's totally naked."

"Yuffie." Cloud had a talent in making any word a threat. Even innocuous ones like "basket" or "toilet paper" or "dirty socks." But he bent over too, rifling through the papers and ephemera while his sort-of-adopted-son grinned at the photograph and then ran off with it to show Marlene. "What are these things?"

She gave him a shrug. "Stuff no one wanted, but no one wanted to get rid of, I guess. Beats the hell out of me. Hey, where do ya think I can get a monocle? Because they're sort of the greatest things ever. Oh and check these things out. They look like info-discs, right? But they're so huge. I'm thinking of using them as shurikens, whadda think."

3. Do you crosspost? Why or why not?
Yes, most of the time. Real-life crap gets sent to my personal LJ and story/fandom-related posts go to my story/fandom-related LJ. I've been at LJ so long that I can't - and don't want to - leave it completely.

4. What do you do online when you're not on DW?
I'm a student, so I spend a lot of time getting to school, being in school, doing school work, and then bitching about all three. When I'm not doing any of those, I watch movies, play video games, or read. now that it's spring I'm spending more time outside, either walking around our neighborhood or chilling in our tiny backyard.

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Memories came and slipped away like dreams.

Like pyreflies. That word stirred others - pilgrimage, which dragged with it Sin. The staff in her hand was one of a summoner. And that was her of course, a simple fact that shouldn't have made her want to weep. She couldn't remember what she had been doing, where in Spira she had last stood, but on the haze shadows of her remembrances were aching feelings of loss tangled with the thrill of triumph, the heady relief of victory.

Laguna and Lightning didn't pry. Watching the other woman's fingers twitch around her sword, Yuna realized that she, too, was searching. Wondering. Laguna was harder to understand, and watching him didn't answer any of her unspoken questions, though it did make her laugh.

Sir Jecht's shadow fell over her first, and when she looked up in surprise, it was into his grinning face. "Yuna-chan!" And then she was picked up, swung up onto his shoulder like she was six again, and he was twenty-nine again, and he was alive again.

Three Weeks for Dreamwidth went really well - My FL was a titter with stories, pictures, poems, and polls. I managed to stick with my resolution to write a drabble a day... Well, a drabble every weekday. And that's good enough for me.

A handy list:
Ace Attorney
Digimon
3:10 to Yuma
FFVII/FFX
Coraline
Zelda
FFVII
FFX
Another Digimon
More Digimon
Persona 3
Beatles
Beatles again
And another Digimon

Paul's French was better than his, but both their accents were terrible. He followed as much of the ridiculous conversation as he could, adding in his own limited vocabulary when Paul got stuck on conjugating a verb. "Ou est le fromage. Le chien est blanc. Allons enfants de la Patrie. J'aime les petits garcons."

Paul laughed but their waitress pulled a perfect pissed off Frenchie expression and looked pointedly at her pad of paper.

"Je m'appelle Pierre." Paul tried again. "Right? I think that's how you say it."

"Pierre?"

"Good and French, yeah?"

"I get to be Napoleon then. Je... What's it, again?"

They were completely ignoring her now, heads bent together so he could hear Paul's slow pronunciations.

She fell backward (for a moment she forgot about the floor and expected to keep falling down down down into the abyss), scraping her spine through her sweater on the cabinets that marched in a row along the wall. The gun in her hand shook like it was alive and trying to escape, the muzzle pointing at her face, her heart, her forehead, her throat, her stomach. She had to pull the trigger (had to had to had to) or the slithering black darkness would get her, too.

Her shoes squealed (like a lamb at slaughter) when she pushed herself backward, and the cabinets still there behind her dug into her ribs. The dark hole of the gun's (not a gun, she tried to convince herself, not a gun, not a gun) barrel stared back, a single unblinking eye.

He'd only tuned the first two strings before Taichi grabbed the guitar's neck and pulled it out of his lap. When Taichi strummed it, it unsurprisingly sounded terrible. He wailed some lyrics in English, something about cars and something about seat belts, and then jumped upp and did a hip thrust that was so funny that Yamato laughed himself off the side of the bed.

"How about you go fuck yourself?

Rufus made a steeple with his fingers and studied the architecture for a good minute as he considered my suggestion. "I don't think you realize opportunity we've been presented with."

"I don't think you realize that you're a tool. And I mean that in more than one way. Yeah, you're a total douche, but I'm also insinuating that you're being used be a higher power. See what I did there? That was a double entendre."

That got his attention. He cleared his throat and narrowed his eyes at Reno, who'd been bored into a coma and was ignoring our whole conversation. "Yuffie," he said, voice still mild and smile still sharp, "we're talking about convergence on a global scale. A ShinRa-Wutai partnership will revolutionize -"

I jammed my fingers in my ears. "I'm done with this conversation. I was done with it the first time you said 'synergy.' Reno, can you unplug him or something?"

When Rufus shut his mouth, I tentatively lowered my hands. He wasn't smiling anymore, but he didn't look particularly angry either. Those long fingers were folded loosely over his papers, shoulders in a relaxed slope, and his blue eyes thoughtful. "Very well. Then let's bring this meeting to an end."

"Gawd. Yes. Finally."

He slid a folder across the span of his massive desk to me. "The information's inside. I trust you can read well enough to follow the instructions."

I let that weak insult go. "Ok, gimpy. No partner this time, right? I told you I work better alone."

"Two people are required for this job."

"The only two things required for any job are my right fist and my left fist."

"Vincent Valentine."

"Oh."

"Yes."

"You don't say."

"I do indeed."

"Well now," I said as I tucked the folder into my bag. "Maybe that's not such a bad idea. Good job, Roofy! You came up with a decent plan for once!"

Rufus' smile came back, a flash of white between his pink lips. "I expect you to repay me for this favor."

"Yeah, sure, gimpy. I'll get to work on your rocket powered wheelchair tonight."