Hooray for Speedos

2005-09-13T03:35:55Z

In honor of my birthday on Thursday, I present "Hey, know what I miss? The Olympics!"

GIP

2004-03-08T02:02:02Z

*liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiick*

ooh

2004-02-29T02:02:54Z

Something I realized I'd like to see after rewatching "Smile Time":

Puppet!Angelus - can you imagine his reaction to discovering he's been turned into a puppet? He could wear little tiny puppet-sized leather pants!

GIP

2004-02-24T09:13:49Z

I have no idea when I started watching so much anime. Damn you, Adult Swim, daaaaaaaaaamn yooooooouuuu!

taps foot impatiently

2004-02-23T06:10:51Z

The tinhats need to hurry up and wank so I can use my new icon.

GIP

2004-02-10T00:23:49Z

What? *attempts to look innocent*

GIP

2004-02-05T05:33:05Z

C'mon! We all know the REAL TRUTH is that the Goose hitting Fabio was all an elaborate attempt to hide their ONETRULUV!!!!111!!!!

*lights lots and lots of candles*

Cross-GIP

2004-01-27T02:48:19Z

Because my new motto sounds even better in Latin. And all hail DreagonFli. *hails*

DOM DOM DOM. Ahem.

GIP

2003-11-21T17:05:29Z

This one ought to come in handy.

Oh, Lord.

2003-11-12T05:20:38Z

Apparently there were some anti-abortion protesters on campus yesterday. (I seem to be extremely lucky, in that for the four years I've been here, I always manage to miss them.) One of their big signs has "Hitler's Holocaust" written on it with a picture of bodies underneath it, and underneath *that* are the words "Planned Parenthood's Holocaust" with a picture of what I'm guessing are dead fetuses. (There's a student in the picture, her torso is blocking part of it.)

So, is this sort of preemptive invocation of Godwin's Law? "Why bother waiting until the fighting starts? Let's make the Hitler connection our MAIN POINT!"

Bwahahahaahahahaha!

2003-10-31T02:30:12Z

Oh, this is so, so wonderful. Gil loves the Furries!

*claps hands with glee*

Ahahahaha!

2003-10-24T02:58:53Z

Next week on CSI: FURRIES!!! Furry death, in fact.

Were I not so lazy, I would plan to search for impending wankage.

Bwee!

2003-10-23T03:37:28Z

My fishnet thigh-highs came today. OMG I LOVE THIS COSTUME!

*squee*

Eeeeexcellent.

2003-10-21T05:42:32Z

Just bought a riding crop off of ebay. Muahahahaha.

I want some fishnet gloves, but I've already dropped rather a bundle on this costume... it might look all right without them.

Grr, Argh.

2003-10-10T19:24:21Z

Is LJ not working for anyone else?

*pokes it*

In other news, I'd forgotten about the kiss between Spud and Sick Boy at the beginning of Trainspotting. Must have screencap!

GIP

2003-09-19T04:14:03Z

Go away, new skinny boy crush! Shoo!

Dammit.

GIP

2003-08-20T08:47:08Z

I could not resist the new Aragorn pictures. :)

GIP

2003-07-22T07:09:20Z

Hee. Had to be done.

MmmmMST.

2003-04-08T06:26:21Z

Well, I ought to use this journal for *something*, yes? So, a quick cut-and-paste from my blurty account...

Darth Tall: Okay. Have we had sufficient time to recover from the last MST?
Aurora: Dude. I don't think I'll *ever* recover from that.
C'eskat: On the other hand, I think it's the first Pippin fic I've read where he *didn't* seem like he was 12.
A: Yeah, more like 15.

Disclaimer: Yeah, yeah, I don't own Orli, that's a given, and I don't own the song's or bands mentioned in here. Damnit.

DT: The song's what?

A/N: Okay, I have noooooo fucking clue what made me want to write this, I guess it's what happens when you listen to too much New Found Glory and Weezer in one night. It's a short story for now, but if you guys want I'll turn it into an actual full-fledged fan fic. Please review, thank you, and thanks again to Una for posting!

C: Yeah, thanks a lot, Una. We owe you one.
A: One tarantula in the mail, that is.

BUDDY HOLLY
by
Katherine

DT: Oh. Oh, this does not bode well.
A: Ai! Ai! A songfic!

"I am the man who will fight for your honor, I'll be the hero that you're dreaming of, call it forever, we'll be together and we did it all for the glory of love!" She sang along with the blasting music, a CD, A New Found Glory's "From the Screen to Your Stereo" ((A/N: You've gotta love a good punk cover CD)) in her car, top down, speeding down the deserted California highway.

C: I do hope she's getting paid for the product placement.
DT: This actually sounds suspiciously like a tampon commercial to me. Now all we need is the requisite riding-horses-on-the-beach shot.

Taking a swig out of her V8 Splash she turned the music up louder Hey, even a chick completely into punk and ska could enjoy an unnaturally sweet and fruity drink sometime, right?

A: Um... Was she watching the all-commercial network at the same time she was listening to all that Weezer?
DT: Is there some anti-punk property of V8 I am unaware of?

No harm in that, she still looked and acted her roots happily sporting a eyebrow ring, a Goldfinger tee shirt, flared red plaid pants, a studded belt and many random bracelets, rings and necklaces.

C: Run! It's Avril!
DT: Oh, don't be silly. She probably wants to be nothing like Avril. Otherwise she'd be wearing a tie.

But hey, those where only accessories. You could NOT look at her and not see her brown burgundy tipped hair, slightly tanned complexion and dancing bright blue eyes.

A: Well, I would think so, since you'd be *looking* at her.

Ah, a natural Californian, west-side punk. Although, she had to admit, she did like the East-side stuff too, and the international stuff as well…

C: Ew! What was that?
DT: Erm, sorry. I rolled my eyes so hard they fell out. Can I get a little help here?
A: You're just lucky I'm a Mary Sue with healing powers.

Whilst debating her musical preferences she continued down the road carefree and happy, the CD switching to "My Heart Will Go On" in all of it's punked-out glory, bass throbbing, guitar ringing through her ears as the wind whipped her hair back behind her head.

DT: NOT "IT'S"! NO! Bad Mary Sue!
C: Heh. I suppose it's easy for the guitar to ring through her ears, considering the lack of content between them.

Looking ahead she squinted, seeing something along the horizon near the next curve. "Fuck," she thought, slowing her speed dramatically and turning down the music a bit, "cops. Just lovely." All she had to do was play it cool and not speed or give them any reason to think that she was some vandalizing, tough-talking "punk". She chuckled, how stereotypical.

All: Bwahahahahahaahhaahahahahahaha!
A: Yes, that horrible "punk" stereotype. All those poor Avrilettes, persecuted for wearing crappy plastic bracelets!

But upon nearing the curve she realized that there was no cop car sitting there on the side of the road, but an old, black mustang convertible, it's hood up, steam pouring out.

DT: I changed my mind. Take my eyes out, please. *throws grammar book*

She sighed and winced as she pulled over behind the person, cursing herself for being such a fucking good citizen. After all, she did have a concert to go to, what the hell was she doing sitting here going to help some idiot out because he was to stupid to take it easy with his precious automobile?

C: Oh, she's a real saint, this one.
A: How does she know it's a he? Or is that a fucking good citizen power?

Turning off the car and taking the keys out of the ignition she walked over the man bent by the underside of the hood, uselessly trying to waft steam away.

"Hey, you need any help?" she asked, catching his attention, causing him to turn to face her. She had to force herself to keep a straight face, he was gorgeous!

DT: Orlando? Gorgeous? Stop the presses!

A couple of inches taller than she, he had a lithe body and a light olive skin complexion. His deep, dark brown eyes scanned her over quickly, showing a hint of surprise and maybe curiosity as well as a majority of gratefulness at her arrival.

C: **as Orlando** Ooh, maybe I can use one of hunks of metal she's wearing to fix my car!

"Yes, yes I do actually," he replied in a stunning British accent, the wind whipping by as another car passed, ruffling his slightly unkempt brown locks of hair. "It seems that I've overheated my car en route to my friends' birthday party. Bloody hell." He muttered the last two words, looking a bit distressed.

DT: Orlando? British? Stop the presses!
A: Okay, that's enough.
DT: You're no fun.

"Well, I'm guessing that your car is going to need to be towed to a shop so that it can be repaired, do you have a phone to call a tow truck?" she asked, trying to shake the nervousness creeping into her stomach.

C: That's not nervousness, dear, it's a tapeworm.

His plain white dress shirt was a little dirty with dust from the road; the top two buttons left unbuttoned making her flush slightly. Even blue jeans looked remarkably good on this man for christsakes!

DT: Ahhhh. He's working the Rhett look, then. What?
A: There really is just one track in your mind, isn't there?

"Yes, I called but they won't be coming for another hour or so, 'Lij is going to be so bloody angry with me! It's his birthday and I can't even get there on time!" he said, sounding a little angry with himself as well now.

C: I like how she reminds us that he's British by having him use the word "bloody" this often. Otherwise I might forget.

"I feel bad for the guy," she thought to herself, wondering what she could do. It wasn't everyday you really had a chance to do something nice for a random person; maybe this would be her chance to make a difference, to prove the stereotypes wrong.

DT: *chokes*
A: The horrible stereotypes! Such a hard life she leads! Public mockery for her studded belt!
C: Discriminating shopkeepers not letting her buy V8 just because she's got flared pants!

"Where are you headed? Do you want a ride?" she inquired, almost not comprehending the words coming out of her mouth.

DT: Cave Mary-Sue use big words!
A: Cave Aurora smash!

His eyes, once dark and brooding, lit up with an inner light as he heard her words. "I'm going down to LA" he replied, pausing for a moment, "You, you'd do that for me?"

She smiled sincerely, eyes sparkling, "Of course man, when someone needs a hand, you help them. Today just happens to be your lucky day, I'm headed to LA for a concert. I'll get you to your friends' place in one piece, don't worry." She reassured him as she noticed him looking at her car.

C: Well, what did she expect? The "I Kidnap Hitchhikers and Make Them Into Sausage" bumper sticker is a bit off-putting.
A: Mmm. Sausage.

He smiled helplessly at being caught; laughing gleefully, perfect lips framing perfect white teeth inside his mouth, a dimple forming on his cheek. It was enough to make her knees want to turn into a bad jello casserole.

DT: That's an... interesting image.
A: Huh. When *I* see Orlando, it's not my knees that react.

"Well, we'd better get going. The towing service will get your car and you can pick it up in the morning,"

C: Yeah. Leave your car deserted on the highway outside L.A. That's a *great* idea.

she said, motioning him to her own car. He nodded and grabbed a wrapped present from inside the passenger seat before following her into her old, beat up, piece of shit excuse for a convertible.

DT: Because you're not really punk if you drive a nice car. Or something.
A: Maybe it's her "flaw" that means she's not really a Mary Sue.

They got in and shut the doors as she started up the engine, driving off at a steady speed and gaining, the radio turning on automatically. Weezer's "Buddy Holly" blared.

C: Brace yourselves, Weezer fans. This can't go anywhere good.

Feeling slightly embarrassed at startling her passenger she turned the music down. "Sorry about that." She told him, mildly surprised that he waved it off.

"It's your car, I don't mind. I have a tendency of doing that too, I find it quite refreshing." He told her, smiling at the feeling of the wind through his hair.

A: Whoa. Did we just switch to Orlando's perspective?
DT: Heh. Maybe she's an empath.
C: *snerk* Yeah, any second now she'll tell him not to let the PR Devils get him down.

smiled too; it was always nice to see a friendly, attractive, guy who didn't believe in the categorization of people. They looked quite the odd couple.

DT: Ooh, we've got a classic case of "I've just met him, but I know he's perfect!" here.
C: But he *is* perfect! He didn't discriminate against her, despite her obvious punk status! He is a god among men! **freezes, realizes she's standing on her chair, sits down**
A: ... Have you been into Frodo's meds?

this had been any other person they probably would have called 911 on me thinking I was going to beat them up or rob them." She thought to herself.

DT: **gasps for air**
A: *snerk* I must have missed the memo about the rash of crimes perpetrated by Avril-wannabes.
C: Oh, but Avril's dangerous! She's 90 pounds of pure death! Or is that pudding?
DT: Don't forget that she's d33p.

"By the way, my name's Orlando." He told her, now humming along with the voice of Rivers Cuomo via the radio. She grinned, risking a glance at him as she spoke.

"It's nice to meet you Orlando." She told him.

C: And your name would be...? Don't leave the boy hanging, here.
A: Heh. Better that she have no name, than the same one as the author, I say.

Soon they where both singing loudly to the music, happy and carefree as people where meant to be. Nothing could touch them in that perfect moment as they both gave up what everyone else thought of them and just concentrated on the music, happiness and freedom at hand.

"Ooooeeeoooo I look just like Buddy Holly, Oh, oh, and you're Mary Tyler Moore. I don't care what they say about us anyway, I don't care about them."

**ROARROARROARROOOAAAAAARRRR!!!!**

A: Holy shit! What the hell was that?!
DT: **gets out from under sofa** That? Was the sound of a thousand reaaaaally pissed-off Weezer fans.
C: Ooh. Maybe it'll be just like the Amon Hen scene, except that instead of Viggo defeating about a zillion orcs, the Mary Sue will get strung up a tree and have pine cones thrown at her.
A: Oh, that would be nice. Then we wouldn't have to do the second chapter.
DT: Dammit.

Darth Tall