where I'm just another rider burned to the ground, come tumbling down

The week ahead will bring oyster pirates. It's my turn to be techmonkey again, which is good, because I won't have to come up with a list of intelligent questions to ask the men. This time, however, I'm also bringing a packed lunch because I don't fancy getting lost in southern Maryland with Victoria again. She's bigger than me, she could eat me first if it came down to cannibalism.

I'm fairly sure I posted this before, but some things have been trimmed away.

( Mikage being twitchy )

I find it vaguely unnerving when I'm listening to music absently and a song, a stanza, or a line of lyrics suddenly pings, so that a character announces loudly that they have Something To Say relating to the song--- and then shuts up, leaving only dead silence in headspace.

and in your waiting hands
I will land
and roll out of my skin
and in your final hours
I will stand
ready to begin

Okay, which one of you monkeys said that? Cloud, that better not have been you. You're already up to your week's quota of angst lyrics.

("Who ordered the London Symphony Orchestra? Ok, someone here ordered an orchestra. Possibly while high... Cypress Hill, I'm looking in your direction...")

but I'll take a quiet life, a handshake, some carbon monoxide

Upon learning it was Self Injury Awareness day yesterday or the day before-- I'm not so hot with linear time-- I had this vague idea about another kind of cut awareness day.

( And then I realized I'd get my ass righteously kicked if I said it right out )

Boy, that got serious. So, that's that.

Flidget, who also fell victim to loving the idea of speculating wildly about the intimate lives of famous dead folks, is telling me all about Richard and Phillip.

( Throne Anxiety? )

I bet they wear matching chainmail pajamas.

As long as I'm talking about the various Acts of Flidget, I should point out her post on a particularly interesting legend. I feel like it should be entitled The Eternal Erotic Struggle Of Shellfish and Man.

Okay, I know people occasionally mix up Passion of the Christ with Pirates of the Caribbean, due to acronym similarity. I mean, I can see how one could get confused, what with one being about pirates and gay, and the other being about messiahs and blood. I realize the similarity of the two names draws one thought to the other. I realize the urge to write yourself in so you can jump Johnny Depp's or Orlando Bloom's (Or Keira Knightley's, mrowr) character is quite high.

But. Please to not be writing Passion of Christ Mary Sues fanfiction. Yes, we are aware Jesus most likely had siblings. No, that doesn't make it right.

While Mary Sues and Jesus hooking up doesn't precisely make Jesus cry, I'm sure it puts him in a righteous smiting mood.

Of course, God IS love. But. Well. Shit, man, just don't do it, okay?

those're feathers, not fireflies

Hey, Flidget.

Richard the Lionhearted and Philip having a pillow fight.

Sadly, my toning skills are crap. Someday I'll buy a wacom but since I can't really draw, it's sort of a pipe dream. And, you know, 'oekaki' sounds like a rude noise you make when trying to hold in a cough or sneeze.

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And as long as we're talking historical slash, you should know that daegaer is writing short drabbles, which means not only a mouthful of lovely Good Omens bits, but also Alexander the Great/Bagoas, which I had despaired of ever finding.