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5:54 PM
no, I didn't forget the cowboy. part four.

This one, like part three, was written in two spurts. One where I didn't know what the hell I was doing, and the other when the characters slapped me in the face and popped into that tetrahedral like a hydrocarbon with high activation energy.

Yeeesh, this is what being back in the science building for a couple of hours does to me.

Anyway, you can tell the difference. So much so in this next one that I split it into two parts. Without further ado, here's Irvine...

Implied shota. Implied flexibility. Abrupt endings. You have been warned.

once in a lifetime :: patsy

i.
Once upon a time, there was an ace sharpshooter from Galbadia. He was a good kid, a bit enthusiastic, and always did what his elders told him. He was an excellent student and went far in his Garden. One fine spring day, the sharpshooter heard the town's sirens going off. An older man appeared and gave him a warm rifle, telling him to rush to the plaza where there was trouble. The kid did as he was told. If they needed a sniper, he had to go where he was needed. So he arrived in the plaza with a smoking rifle that matched the one that shot down a well-loved council member. The townspeople spotted him right away. He got beat up so bad that his broken hands didn't heal right. He never pulled the trigger of a gun again.
The man's name was Jonas Larker. He taught Irvine near everything he knew about guns. And one more thing: never accept warm rifles from strange old men.
Irvine downed another whiskey sour. Fuck if he hadn't forgotten Larker's first lesson.
The rumor had raced like wildfire all over the Garden. It hadn't been Zell's doing, either, though the loudmouth shrimp had taken it up as soon as he'd heard it. As far as Irvine could figure it, a couple of cadets had spotted him sneaking out a few minutes after Squall's departure for Esthar. Then some of his little groupies had noticed him hanging around said SeeD quite a bit.
So now, supposedly, he and Squall were going to love hotels in Esthar and doing the dirty at least once or twice a month. Apparently, the sex was really kinky because Squall had these bruises on his neck, and he had taken to wearing Griever outside of his uniform so it wouldn't sting. Of course. Selphie was also spending less time at the Garden since she'd volunteered to train the special force candidates, which made it impossible for Irvine to hide behind her... skirts.
It wasn't as though Laguna had put him up to it. Hell no, the man didn't even know what a favor Irvine was doing him. It wouldn't get to him through Squall; the awe everyone held Squall in wouldn't allow anything as petty as an unfounded rumor to reach his ears. Besides, even if Laguna found out, it wasn't likely that he'd leave fewer love bites on Squall. So Irvine was stuck in another grungy bar, doing the same thing which had started the rumor in the first place. Attempting it, anyway. Wasn't easy to forget that one of his closest friends was sleeping with his biological father. Who also happened to be an ex-boyfriend.
Instructor Loire. He hadn't lasted a week. Irvine had been used to Larker's gruff discipline, and Loire was the furthest from it. At the time Irvine had needed help keeping his emotions in check. Loire was no help, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He was so gullible that Irvine took it in his head to lie about his age and start flirting. In two days he'd gotten him into bed. In three, Irvine was in love. By the end of the week, Laguna was instructing him on everything except firearms. Then Laguna was gone, clueless as usual to what his charisma and charm had sown. He probably still didn't know Irvine was his son's age. Though it seemed age didn't really matter to Laguna...
Laguna was part of the reason why Irvine flirted so outrageously with women. There was an easy thrill in the simple game of courtship, and so much instant gratification. Better to bet on a woman than get burned by a man.
"Irvine?"
He nearly choked on his shot of whiskey. "Qu-Quistie?"
Quistis slipped onto the barstool next to him. Her hair was attractively combed back and braided. Irvine quelled a jolt of panic that Selphie was here too, a real possibility since Quistis was not known for experimenting with her hair. "What are you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing. Pretty girl like you shouldn't be seen in a dump like this."
She blushed, but didn't take the bait. "I thought you were, were..."
"What?" Irvine spun the stool to face her. "Screwing Squall?"
"Keep your voice down!" Quistis was bright red now. "You don't do anything to discourage the rumor, you know. You leave the Garden fifteen minutes after Squall does. Every time."
"It's only been a couple of times. I thought you guys would know better," Irvine said hotly.
"Five times," said Quistis.
Had it been that many visits? Irvine took another drink. God. It had to be serious by now.
"Well? You know it's against regs for a commanding officer to have relations with someone under his or her command."
Irvine gripped the glass in front of him. If someone found out what Squall was doing, maybe they'd kick him out of the Garden altogether.
Quistis read his expression, if not its cause. "You didn't know that?"
"Thought the rule only applied to trainees."
"Uh-uh. Violators get reassigned. That's why we cover up for Zell."
"... hau-whaa?"
Quistis blinked. "They were totally obvious."
The room was spinning. Loud-mouth shrimp and Mr. *cough* Personality? "You're doin' a great job of keepin' that secret, I see."
She had the grace to look embarrassed. "Well, don't tell anyone about it. Didn't last long, but Zell wasn't surprised."
Irvine wiped his eyes. A horrible thought had occurred to him. What if Squall and Laguna didn't work out? Laguna spazzed over everything, and Squall turned to stone when something bothered him... fuck, there'd be no way to cover it up then. Laguna'd get drunk and tell the whole damn world.
"So, are you?"
"Why should I tell you!" Irvine looked over at Quistis. "Aw, geez, Quistie, I'm sorry. Let's grab a booth."
"You're drunk," she said flatly. Irvine felt terrible for taking it out on her. That, and he needed to come up with a cover story fast. He hoped Larker was happy. Last he heard, the old coot had bought a house on the coast. Probably had some young buxom thing to hold his drinks for him.
Quistis caught Irvine's glass before he spilled it all over himself. He really wasn't that drunk, just seriously panicked. Forget the whole morality thing, Squall was in deep shit if he couldn't smooth-talk his way out of it. He sat down heavily, thinking hard.
He hoped Squall was happy.
No, actually, he knew he was happy. Right that moment.
Irvine looked over at Quistis. Why did that thought sting so much? "Quistie, I know we look out for each other. I trust you." She nodded. "I'm gonna have to tell you... whatever it is, it's between me and Squall. Nobody else."
She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you sure no one's getting hurt?"
"I promise you. It's fine." Prove me right on this one, for once.
"Okay." He could see the gears turning. As long as she didn't suspect anyone else being involved, their asses were out of the fire. For the moment.
"So, why the braids, darlin'?"
"Huh? Oh... these." Quistis bit her lip. "I, uh..."
"Weellll? Or is this top secret too?"
"I'm waiting for Selphie."
Irvine eyed her. Braids. Touch of gloss. Non-regulation jewelry. A little floral scent. Bingo. Reservations at kinky love hotel, right on the mark. "Watch out for her 'bending over' trick."
She waved her hands at him frantically. "Irvine!"
"Didn't think you had it in you."
"You're horrible. It's just a little date."
"With Selphie, nothing's little. Eh, don't worry about it. She's been on a training run for days, she'll be in a great mood. You'll have fun."
"You... really don't mind?"
Hands slipped around and covered Irvine's eyes. "Why would he mind?" Said the voice that went with the hands.
"They finally let you go, Sephie?" He scooted over so she could sit, hands still on his eyes.
"Yeah, but they didn't want to. I have to write recommendations for all of them! There's too many of them and they're all good."
Irvine removed her hands and kissed them, earning a giggle. "I'm sure Quistie will clear your head."
Quistis quietly turned red.
"Would you quit that, Irvine? C'mon, let's blow this joint!" Selphie stole a taste from Irvine's glass, made a face, then got up to go.
Quistis gathered her things. She exchanged a look with Irvine.
Selphie noticed. When she bent down to kiss him, she said, "You gonna be all right, Cookie?"
"Yeah, fine. Go have fun."
"You bet. Later, 'Poo."
Irvine waved them off. And proceeded to get *really* drunk.

ii.
"...nine-eight, nine-nine, hundred." The free weights hit the deck with a clank. Irvine took a sip of water, flexing his biceps. The whole mission against Ultimecia had convinced him he needed more endurance for conventional fighting. But if he wanted to bulk up, he'd have to balance the right and left muscle groups. The arms were the trickiest. He already favored his shooting arm too much. Any major change would mean days of practice to recalibrate his aim.
Not that he minded. It was good practice. Shooting was a mental game, and the more he was in tune with his body, the better.
Now for the stretching. He liked this part. It was meditative, like cleaning a rifle. One muscle group at a time. Slow, slow, past the burn and back again. Slow, slow, breathe, breathe.
Someone keyed open the door to the gym. Irvine had locked the door, as he'd reserved the space, so he knew it had to be someone in command. He blew out his breath. His forehead barely touched his knee as he sighted his visitor on the polished metal of the rowing machine.
He'd thought so. Automatically he calculated a good angle to aim.
Squall stopped beside the bench and looked down on him. "Want some help?"
Irvine shrugged. "Sure. Switch." He pulled his other leg up, and Squall pushed down on the shin. Slow, slower, till it burned. Squall held him at just the right place, putting a little pressure on the muscle. His breath was light on Irvine's cheek.
"What's on your mind, Squall?" Release. Pull up, unfold, *reach*.
"Quistis said to talk to you."
"Why for?"
"She said you got really drunk the other night."
Burning. "Must think I'm a lush, huh?"
"She didn't give any details, just that it was about me."
Irvine closed his eyes as Squall let up. If he had one of those armor-piercing bullets, a shot right *there* would bring down the projector in Quistis's noon class. It was one thing to let Laguna know he knew. It was another thing to tell Squall. Who was still leaning over him.
Quickly he got up. "I'm showering." Cold water. The peace he'd found was dissipating like gunsmoke in the wind.
Squall leaned on the threshold, half-in and half-out so he wouldn't crowd Irvine. "If you've got a problem, you should talk to *somebody*. Quistie said you weren't going to talk to anyone else."
"Could say the same thing about you, Commander." Irvine shook his head under the spray, immediately regretting the bite of sarcasm in his voice. He didn't have to see to know there was a bemused expression on Squall's face.
When he did sneak a peek, Squall was looking away. Correction. Not-looking at Irvine. Belatedly he realized that he'd done nothing to hide his erection. Well, who wouldn't get turned on by Squall Leonhart between his legs? Nothing he hasn't seen.
Irvine cursed quietly. He'd have to remember that the others *didn't*. There were fragments here and there, but only Selphie and Zell had recovered enough to hold a conversation. Besides, he was starting to get the urge to pull Squall under the spray, uniform and all, and show him what it was about.
"What is that supposed to mean, Kinneas?"
Squall's voice echoed in the showers. And it finally occurred to Irvine that Squall had memorized the damn rulebook. No fraternization with anyone under his command. No looking. No touching.
That's crazy.
Irvine shut off the tap and toweled off. "There's a rumor going around that you and I are an item." He wrung out his hair. "Don't suppose this'll help any."
Squall still wasn't looking. "I didn't know."
"Pervasive, too. Apparently I disappear right when you take a trip to Esthar."
That made Squall's eyes shoot up. Right into Irvine's. They stood there, Irvine clutching the towel around his hips, Squall's uniform damp from leaning on the tile. Shock, a flash of fear, then cool calculation. Nice and slow.
"...where do you go?"
"Little dump of a bar. Gonna change tactics, though, Quistie and Seph spotted me."
Squall looked away then. Irvine went to dress. He did so carefully, with his back to Squall. He'd known Squall long enough to know the question was coming, and everything with it. Someone handed me a smoking rifle. It's still in my hands. Why am I still holding on?
There was a touch on his shoulder. Gentle pressure, as he'd done with the stretch. To Irvine's surprise, he saw relief in Squall's eyes and in the set of his shoulders. Had Squall been afraid? Of his disgust, his reproach, his anger? "You don't have to do this, Irvine."
Hell no, I don't! I don't have to put up with lying and sneaking around to keep your secrets. Or letting Laguna walk all over me. Or drink myself to death to forget what I saw, what I keep seeing in my mind's eye. I don't have to do any of that.
Irvine pulled his shirt on and snapped on a hair tie. Then he stepped towards Squall, wound an arm around his neck, and kissed him good and hard.
Till it burned.
Irvine whispered in his ear. "I don't owe my ex anything. But I owe you a hell of a lot, Squall Leonhart."
He released him. Squall could only stare as he walked away.

5:47 PM
and here it is! part three.

I know some of you have been waiting for this chickling... read this one FIRST! then follow the link to the others. I'll add links in a few minutes, so you can go between story parts. Aren't I nice?

This is raw fic! Like unprocessed sugar cane. It will be rough, but sweet. I'll smooth it later, I'm sure.

NC-17. Incest. Lemon. You have been warned.

once in a lifetime :: going through the motions

Laguna Loire was squirming. He still had three proposals to go through, line by line, because the crybaby ministers were trying to pull a fast one and so were the far right of the legislature. It wasn't the paperwork that bothered him, though.
"That is really distracting, you know..."
Squall Leonhart shrugged. He'd arrived nearly an hour ago, and had done nothing but stare at Laguna. Even the nearby bowl of peanuts remained untouched. For one, it was rather amusing to see the usually nonchalant president blush and chew his fingernails and stammer. The view was rather interesting on its own.
Squall never got to do this in public. His gaze traveled from the bright, intense eyes to the long hair to the delectable neck and the still impressive muscle tone shaping Laguna's presidential attire. Being the trained SeeD that he was, he began cataloging various strategies for disposing of said attire.
"Okay, okay, I'm finished!" Laguna pushed the papers away, smudging the newly inked corrections. "Now what do you want?"
"I think that would be rather obvious." Flirting. Squall had never done it before, not really. The closest he'd come was bantering with Zell. And whatever things he and Seifer had done, flirting had not been one of them.
What was more, it seemed to work on Laguna. The blush was spreading down his neck.
"Although you never know, I could be here on official Garden business." Squall tilted his head. "Recon on Esthar's president. Thorough investigation."
Laguna managed to make it around the desk without injuring himself. "How thorough?"
A smile twitched on Squall's lips. He reached out and pulled Laguna by his shirt. "Full body cavity search."
"Squall!" Laguna wriggled in next to him. "...you would? Really?"
There was such an eagerness in his voice that Squall had to kiss him. Their mouths closed on each other, hungry after weeks of deprivation. Laguna was always so... giddy. His kisses were as luxurious and potent as wine, but the rest of him was in constant motion. Squall found he could run his hands on Laguna and modulate the energy, rubbing his back, stilling his hands, until there was only the steady rocking of his hips against Squall's flank. It was fascinating.
Laguna pulled away. "Ah, damn it."
Squall blinked. He knew he'd locked the door-- ah. "It's spasming again?"
A scowl darkened Laguna's face as he propped the offending knee up. "Stupid piece of shit."
"Shut up." Squall eased between Laguna's legs and began massaging the leg. Laguna sighed, leaning on the younger man.
"Sorry about that."
"Whatever." Squall nuzzled the long hair which escaped Laguna's rawhide tie. "What are you nervous about?"
"I'm not!"
"It only twitches when you're nervous," Squall pointed out, sliding his hand closer to Laguna's inner thigh.
"I'm... not..."
Squall sighed and bit Laguna's ear.
"Shit, Squall... Squall..."
"Tell me," he purred.
"I'm-- it's just-- we haven't," Laguna finished weakly.
Squall regarded him as he kept up the soothing motions of his hands. "Not since that night, no. We haven't had time."
"I mean, are you sure you'll be all right?"
Squall turned his attention to Laguna's muscles. The job would have been easier with his trousers off, but that would just complicate the issue. Laguna waited through his silence patiently.
When the spasms tapered off, Squall looked up. "I thought you would have more of a problem with it."
Laguna opened his mouth, then paused to unravel Squall's terse language. "I wanted that," he admitted shyly. "Scared the hell out of me at first, but it... if I'd been thinking straight, I'd have consented out loud."
Squall absorbed that. "Then why are you worried about me?"
Laguna sighed, still too bleary from hundreds of pages of political double-talk to handle Squall's direct question. "I'm... not sure what you're used to. What you've come to expect. What your body's conditioned to expect."
"Ah. Seifer."
From the look on Laguna's face, he hadn't expected Squall to be so calm about it.
Squall sat back and gestured for Laguna to make himself comfortable. He was immediately snuggled up to a pleasantly warm body. Laguna was like a big hyperactive kitten, Squall decided. He rested his cheek on Laguna's hair.
"Seifer and I started up almost as soon as I joined the Garden. I was a virgin before him. He got to be on top inside the bedroom, and I got to be on top everywhere else. If he was feeling mean, he'd try to bait me outside, aggressive displays, but I always managed to kick his ass." A low delighted chuckle from the bundle on Squall's lap. "I broke out of it well before we went out on our mission."
"Did you see anybody... like, therapy?"
"Seifer was his own therapy. If he broke me, and that was seldom, the next day he'd tell me how not to fall for it again. Didn't want to break his toys, I guess. Besides, he never told me he loved me, which would have really screwed things up."
Laguna's voice was small. "Good god, Squall."
"It's all right," Squall soothed. "He taught me *control*, Laguna. How to turn it on when I couldn't trust the situation, and how to let it go when I could. And if you think I didn't need it, you're wrong. I wasn't always this strong. But I always looked this way. Besides Seifer there were a dozen lesser predators waiting for their turn."
"But that night," Laguna persisted, "you looked..."
"I never said I didn't fall in love with him."
Laguna went still.
"Hey," Squall whispered. "I got over it. That night I remembered a lot of things, not just Ellone. And when I drink, I get really... irrational."
"It's okay, it is. I guess I just feel weird about asking you to... you know. After all that. I'm sorry..."
Squall suppressed a sigh. "About what?" Damn, Laguna moved around more than Selphie on a bag of gumdrops. It was starting to drive him nuts. He bit his ear again, earning a low moan. "About what, hmm? He taught me well, you know. Taught me everything. Whatever your heart desires..."
"Oh Hyne...!"
A low growl. "...I can do it to you."
"Squall!"
With the efficiency of a SeeD, Squall threw Laguna over his shoulder and made for the adjoining bedroom. The captive kicked around a little, which got his ass slapped. They hit the bed kissing, Laguna already yanking Squall's jacket off. Somehow Laguna lost his trousers as they rolled on the bed, then came the SeeD cotton tee. Squall managed to kick off his pants while Laguna sucked on his neck.
They'd found, on previous trysts, that they both loved to make out. There was nothing quite like kneading each other's ass and feeling up and down each other's chest, all while finding more ways to jam their tongue down each other's throat. This was the least clothing they'd ever worn, though, and the pace was that much more frenetic. Squall could almost feel it start to give-- no, he couldn't think about it. Not yet.
Squall managed to pry Laguna's boxers off. "Come here." Laguna scooted to the edge of the bed, gasping when Squall knelt and spread his legs. He paused before Laguna's burgeoning erection. "This is so weird."
"I know."
"But you know, Laguna?" A tongue-swipe over the head. "Whatever. I don't care." And with that, Squall closed his lips over Laguna's cock.
"OH my GO-- Squall... Squall, please, god more more..."
Squall obliged. Burying himself in Laguna's crotch had been high up on his to-do list. He always smelled so good, and up close the warm, earthy scent filled his senses. This time he pinned Laguna's hips to the bed; no wriggling this time.
After all Squall been through, he couldn't help but compare. Seifer had always done all these distracting things during the act; Zell had been pleasant, but leaner, saltier. Laguna was perfect. Thick and veiny and a rather sensitive foreskin. Squall could do this for hours. Except Laguna was not a slow burner.
"...it's-- oh! Squall!"
He pulled away. "Am I going to have to get you a cock ring?"
Laguna was speechless for once. Then, with an effort, he said, "We probably shouldn't talk rings just yet."
Squall shook his head, a gleam in his eyes. Then he pushed Laguna up the bed, raised his legs, and mouthed his balls. Laguna fell back as Squall's tongue swirled around the firming flesh, moaning incoherently.
He outright screamed when Squall moved lower.
Laguna's flesh was pulsing under his tongue, his fingers instinctively wrapping around the wet, throbbing cock. Laguna was moving against him, every free breath a plea for more, every rivulet of sweat or precum driving Squall on. And it was then, joined so intimately, that the nameless force holding Squall broke apart, as it had every time he'd been with Laguna. It was that keen edge of blue that screamed he was doing something wrong, that everyone he knew would hate him for this, that he was sick and twisted and none of it mattered.
Oh, Seifer had taught him well, and somewhere along the line Laguna had picked up many, many things. It made it easier to go through the motions. But Squall's experience had never prepared him for that moment of utter surrender. It was more complete than junctioning, more satisfying than swinging a gunblade through virgin flesh.
And it was what they both wanted.
Squall kissed his way up Laguna's chest, moaning when Laguna oiled his cock. Delicate fingers, yet so insistent, desiring something he couldn't name. Squall pushed him back on the bed. He had to say it, just in case.
"They won't come running if you scream?"
Laguna shook his head, his hips already pumping against Squall's erection.
"That's why I waited."
The green eyes widened. "Oh sweet Hyne, Squall, put it in me..."
They both cried out when Squall thrust inside. Laguna's hands were in his hair, a strand of his own hair caught in his teeth. Involuntarily Squall pumped deeper, then, panting, managed to stop for a few seconds.
Laguna looked up at him. A shadow of a memory burst over Squall's vision, that bright blue line, and he clung to Laguna, wanting to cross it together.
That was the difference. Seifer had broken the rules, but he'd never taken Squall with him. Even in his greatest rival there had been that reverence, that respect. Laguna understood the terror and exhilaration of escape. He rushed in headlong. He took stupid risks. He damned it all to hell and did it anyway. He was willing to show Squall how.
Squall came back to himself as Laguna arched off the bed, crying out. Hot wet splattered on Squall's chest. He latched on a nipple, Laguna spasming around him, under him, flushed and unable to stop moving or talking. Squall shuddered in his attempt to hold back.
Laguna groaned when Squall's hot mouth closed over his dogtag. The SeeD began a series of slow thrusts, suckling on the metal, tugging on it till Laguna whimpered. Laguna met him perfectly, moving in sync, gasping every time he slid in and hit the spot.
Squall willed himself to keep going. His tongue flicked over the letters stamped on the tags, feeling Laguna harden once more.
Finally the hand in his hair fell back. Laguna shook his head, sweat flicking off his brow. "Squall, god, can't, please... bring me off, finish it, please, no more, it's too much--!"
And Squall released. In his mind's eye there was a flare of blue.
"... my ass is gonna be sore tomorrow..."
"What's that?" Squall tucked himself against Laguna.
"Shut up and just go to sleep, boy."
Squall shivered.
Laguna was the one snoring in a few moments. The SeeD commander inspected him. Going through the same drill. Assessing the situation. Morning sex was likely out of the question, but they could still make out. He could flirt more later. There had to be more ways to embarrass Laguna than that.
This time the transition didn't bother Squall as much. He'd found what he hadn't known he was looking for. It wasn't just that it was forbidden. It was the sense of familiarity which emanated from Laguna. With him Squall felt free to reach that climax, to ride that edge.
Laguna needed reasons to forget they were flesh and blood. Squall wanted to remember.


Part 4 :: patsy

5:28 PM
More of the test

Oh, these were just irresistible. Yeah, yeah, I'm going to the other computer lab to upload the stories, don't rush... ^^

Touma is the same as me, Composition A.

Seiji is Sandro Botticelli's Birth of Venus. "You are a beautiful and alluring composition, not afraid to show off a good deal of bare flesh. People surround you and gaze at you with the adulation due a goddess and friendly breezes gently push you along your path in life." Oh that is so on the mark!

And Yohji is Leonardo da Vinci's Mona Lisa. "You are extremely popular and widely known. Although unassuming and unpretentious, your enigmatic smile has charmed millions. You are a mystery, able to be appreciated from afar, but ultimately unknowable and thus intriguing."

*g* Real Renaissance boys, ne? Hee hee.

Oh, and good Koma is Prehistoric Cave Art. "You are primal and mysterious. Somewhat removed from modern life, you have a powerful ability to evoke wonder and show a sensitivity to nature as well as talents beyond what most people think of you."

Evil Oni Masho Sh'ten is Heironymous Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights. "You are decadent and depraved. You have an eye for small details and love to fit in as much hedonistic pleasure as possible in everything you do. You buck authority and are not afraid to make a statement outside approved channels."

Watch out, Al ^^.

5:08 PM
A test! A test!

How cute. Hang on, I'll put the link up first, then post my answers (so just reload in a bit). The boys, since there are so danged many of them, will come later. Which work of art would you be? The Art Test.

If I was a work of art, I would be Piet Mondrian's Composition A. I am rigidly organised and regimented, although my cold and unapproachable exterior hides a clever way of thinking and a rebellious and innovative nature. A lot of people don't understand me, but I can still affect them on an emotional level.

Bright and dangerous. I like. ^^

4:41 PM
resonances: endings

Watched the end of Cowboy Bebop the other Sunday.

I know the translation of that last song, which plays like "Real Folk Blues" but I think is actually named "Space Cowboy" or something like that from the end plates.

Listened to Abbey Road all that week, hearing resonances between Bebop moments and the album, the last the Beatles ever made together.

Then I turned on the TV one day and they were showing montages of George Harrison, and because I am old enough and have watched enough CNN, I knew it meant he'd died.

Boy, you're gonna carry that weight... in Bebop it means we, the viewers will carry the rememberance. Beautiful and zany, just like the Beatles.

I'd write a paper on it, except it would be too postmodern of me.

4:28 PM
Not so PowerBlog

Waitin' for stufff to loaddd.... so let me babble. I switched meds... much happier, fewer side effects. It seems to do the same as the old med. I've organized my sextras for the website... hah, no actual fic production, oh no. But on the bright side I have 177 Pocket Bishonen and Bishoujo, 33 adopted kitties from Ghost, and 42 tiny chibis from AnimeChibis at Envy.Nu. And they are all categorized, and except for the PBs, HTML'd and ready to go. Now if only I had the time and connection to do this.

I do these sorts of things to fics, too. Be glad I buy in bulk. Be not-so-glad I cannot organize this bulk very well.

3:59 PM
PowerBlog!

*g* Yeah, righttt... well, for one I forgot my notebook with all my blogging notes. Yeah, kind of destroys the immediacy of blogging, but it's easier than writing a postcard. As it is, I have to move computer labs, so keep watching the blog over the next several hours. Things will change!

In the meantime, I will console myself over the non-operability of this A: drive and tease you. I have been tremendously productive. I'll wait on the Digimon notes, as you have till Saturday to figure out that it's the coolest show since Ronin Warriors. I've not one but two (2) finished fics in the once in a lifetime FF8 arc, one hot hot lemon and one luverly angst shot. Both were kind of written in two parts, but eh, I figured you wanted the "rivulets of sweat and cum." (Alas, it's in a diskette, and I must find me an A: drive.) However, if you only read one thing of this PowerBlog, and I doubt it, ~_^, read this:

NEW CARDCAPTORS.
3:30 WB
WEEKDAY AFTERNOONS
TWO WEEKS
of Sakura, Li, Clow Reed, Touya & Yukito, Kerobaros, and YUE.

I am missing this episode as I type because I want to bring this information to you. (Actually, there's something wrong with the available TV and I have to go places later. But still, the *sacrifice*. Egad.)

That's right. Take a breath. Lots and lots of tall long haired barefoot gorgeous moon guardian angel. Yue battles, Yue pines for Clow, Yue guards Sakura, Yue stands, Yue *breathes*, and there are some sweeeeeet sweet scenes of Yue vs. the crazy butterfly girl (Ruby). So if you don't know who Yue is, go tape yourself some luscious CLAMP anime. Yeah, it's dubbed, but it's cheaper this way. Yue is still drippingly beautiful in English. He might have the same VA as Zechs, but I need to confirm that. So go. Set your VCRs. Catch yourself some angel.

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