(Because I have no time to write and post actual fic, or leave in-depth comments on your luverly fics.)


Who on LJ do you ship me with? Bonus points for outlining the ridiculous AU fic that you would write about us. (Bonus points if people explain why Freya and I are being shipped together ...)


(And the younger, somewhat less creepy version of that meme:)

Which celebrity do you ship me with? Bonus points for outlining the ridiculous AU fic that you would write about us.

General Question:
So, there's this thing that's been bugging me since eleven this morning.
There's this show (or possibly a movie) where suddenly the story would pause and a title card would come up with '_____'s Story' with piano music and then we'd get the character's flashback. And I can't for the life of me remember what it's from! Help, please?


Hetalia Question:
What exactly is the current situation of Prussia? The official website says he's living with Germany (and was probably East Germany) but I swear I read on tvtropes that Prussia is living in Austria's house now. Which is it? This is totally not related to a fanfic I want to write about them occupying each other's vital regions with Hungary watching and/or joining in, I swear ...

Ganked from the fantastic freya_sacksen, who in turn ganked it from the awesome timid fox:

Pick one word from each pair that you think describes me the best and comment with your choices. Then copy this and post it in your own journal to see how your friends view you.

* dominant or submissive
* logical or intuitive
* social or loner
* kinky or vanilla
* cute or sophisticated
* kitten or puppy
* warm flannel sheets or sleek satin
* leader or follower
* quiet or talkative
* spontaneous or planned
* teddy bear or porcelain doll
* hiking or window shopping
* tequila or vodka
* top or bottom
* bare foot or shoes
* jeans or slacks
* tender or rough
* aware or dreamy
* nerd or jock
* brains or brawn
* common sense or book smarts

Ok, so:
Russia is to the other countries as ATG is to the other vloggers.
Bennett is to ATG as Belarus is to Russia.

Admitedly - being crazily busy, having no time to be stressed, driving all over the place, struggling to get done with one big thing before rehearsals for the play begin, reading three time-consuming books, working on reports for classes, not being able to answer all of your luverly comments or comment on your luverly fics, and watching Hetalia whenever I have five minutes to spare - I may be going a little insane.

If you can think of any other TGWTG personalities who coincide with Hetalia countries, leave them in comments below. Who knows, maybe we can foist it as a prompt onto some unsuspecting person with free time that isn't being filled up with sleep.

Title: The Nostalgia Critic’s Adventures in Wonderland, Part 3

Word Count: 1,660

Rating: R, mostly for language, mostly for the Nerd.

Pairings, Characters: There’s pairings, all right, and allusions to pairings. Also, Loads and Loads of Characters: two Critics, three Bums, a cat, a Gurl, a Guy, a BFF, the Spoony One, and a really sexy French guy! There’s an angry nerd, a girl with nice shades, and a guy who strums a guitar; the man who hails from atop the fourth wall, The Other Guy, and Bhargav! (Plus teensy cameos from all of the brave Musketeers of the TGWTG fandom!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, though Alice in Wonderland is in the public domain, thank goodness! You can find most of the characters at thatguywiththeglasses.com, I’m sick of hyperlinking things every dang fic. (I actually have quotes of poetry from the book in here, those are italicized for your enjoyment.)

Summary: The Critic runs into the Nerd … and then things get really explicit!

Spoilers: If you don’t know the storyline of Alice in Wonderland, you may be a tad confuzzled by my plotline. Those of you who catch the references: hurray! 

Warnings: Crossdressing. Heavily implied sex. Naughty words. I still contest that I cannot properly write the Nerd, so just bear with me. This is your premise on drugs!

A/N: Hurray it’s done *kerslump* (Where the hell did this sudden burst of creativity come from? I guess my Muse wakes up when I’m stressed!)

The movie mentioned at the end is the one with Whoopi Goldberg as the Cheshire Cat. Of all the adaptions, that’s the one I’ve seen the most and that has contributed to my love of the books more than anything in the world, and I highly recommend it. I plan on watching it again as soon as I remember how to hook up my VHS player.

 

( Jabberwocky )

 

*twitches* Time travel does not work like that!

Besides that, it was a cute movie with some clever ideas. (I'm wicked annoyed that Will and Louis are father and son, because now I can't ship them! ... Well I could, but I won't.) It's no Sky High but that's ok.

Title: The Nostalgia Critic’s Adventures in Wonderland, Part 2

Word Count: 1,738

Rating: a tentative R. Loads more sexual stuff in here, though nothing explicit yet.

Pairings, Characters: There’s pairings, all right, and allusions to pairings. Also, Loads and Loads of Characters: two Critics, three Bums, a cat, a Gurl, a Guy, a BFF, the Spoony One, and a really sexy French guy! There’s an angry nerd, a girl with nice shades, and a guy who strums a guitar; the man who hails from atop the fourth wall, The Other Guy, and Bhargav! (This chapter has cameos of Angry Joe and Paw!)

Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, though Alice in Wonderland is in the public domain, thank goodness! You can find most of the characters at thatguywiththeglasses.com, I’m sick of hyperlinking things every dang fic. 

Summary: The Critic gets high with ATG … then things get even stranger!

Spoilers: If you don’t know the storyline of Alice in Wonderland, you may be a tad confuzzled by my plotline. Those of you who catch the references: hurray! 

Warnings: Crossdressing. Heavily implied sex. Drug use. Naughty words. This is your premise on drugs!

A/N: Somehow, I’ll never imagine how, today I managed to write two chapters of this, work on some schoolwork, do stuff around the house, and watch some utterly bewildering Hetalia episodes. And the day’s not even over yet! (Sometimes I scare myself with how crazily well I can manage my time …) Chapter 3 will be up tomorrow, and if it isn’t I have no idea when I’ll have the time to finish! *crosses fingers and works on it tonight*

 

 

( Now with 100% more pepper! )

 

Title: The Nostalgia Critic’s Adventures in Wonderland: Part 1

Word Count: 1,909

Rating: PG-13 (naughty words and implications)

Pairings, Characters: There’s pairings, all right, and allusions to pairings. Also, Loads and Loads of Characters: two Critics, three Bums, a cat, a Gurl, a Guy, a BFF, the Spoony One, and a really sexy French guy! There’s an angry nerd, a girl with nice shades, and a guy who strums a guitar; the man who hails from atop the fourth wall, The Other Guy, and Bhargav! Also … the Three Musketeers?!

Disclaimer: I don’t own a thing, though Alice in Wonderland is in the public domain, thank goodness! You can find most of the characters at thatguywiththeglasses.com, I’m sick of hyperlinking things every dang fic.  

Summary: The Critic wakes up in a dress … and then things get really strange!

Spoilers: If you don’t know the storyline of Alice in Wonderland, you may be a tad confuzzled by my plotline. Those of you who catch the references: hurray! 

Warnings: Crossdressing. Outfits that are demeaning to women. Naughty words. This is your premise on drugs.

A/N: Admittedly, not my cleverest of titles. So … yeah. The Critic’s acid-trippy dream sequence in Junior inspired me to write a TGWTG in Wonderland AU. When I’m this busy. And stressed. I am insane! (Just because I’ve written this one doesn’t mean all of you shouldn’t try your own versions with different people as different characters. So many vloggers, so many Wonderlandians! Have fun, kids!) Hopefully I’ll have Part 2 up this evening, or tomorrow.

 

 

( They're coming to take me away, ha ha! )

 

I will never understand it. EVER. Could someone please try to explain? And ... and how did such a thing come into fruition? It's like ... it's like 'This is your WWII History ON CRACK!!!' or anti-depressants or something. Something weird. Weird and gay. Really weird and really gay. With pasta. (Whaaaaaaaaaa?! *sobs*)
The comics I can sorta follow, but the SHOW ... *saw a couple episodes today* Good lord, I ... WHAT?! *clutches head* Was I watching it wrong? Why is the theme song at the end? Why doesn't it go in the same order as the comics? Why are the episodes so short? Why is serious history combined with chibi Japanese anime ... stuff?! What the HELL is up with Russia? And ... MY HEAD! *has never been more bewildered in my entire life*

Today my dance-partner left for Basic Training. (He's joined the National Guard.)
I can't even begin to untangle my feeling about all of that.
Thank god I was home when he called, I don't know when I'll hear from him next!
So ... yeah.

Title: Fun and Games

Word Count: 1,225 (aprox.)

Rating: PG-13 for suggestive-ness and undressing.

Characters, Pairings: Linkara, (Female) Dr. Insano, off-screen cameo of Marzkara, mentions of others. Inskara, essentially.

Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, Linkara and Spoony and Insano can be found here, but they have their own sites as well, just google it, I’m getting sick of hyperlinking. I got the idea from nombrehetomado’s awesome fic ‘Proof’ which you should probably read before reading this.

Warnings: Het! Dub-con! Strangeness! Evil laughter!

A/N: This was fun to write. I hope I didn’t mess with characterization too much. Female!Insano was a little difficult. Enjoy, and please comment!

 

( Fighting? Hatesex? An open nemesis relationship? The Compromise? )

You have no excuse for not seeing this phenomenal movie.
I actually felt like I was there ... and now I hurt, in my soul ... *sniffles* (I think I cried five different times about five different things.)
AMAZING movie! Five-trillion stars!

(It took a little while for me to warm to it, but within ten minutes the movie had already sucked me in, so it wasn't like I was going to leave while the story got going. Watch the whole thing. You won't regret it.)


Thank you, Nostalgia Critic. (No gimme a damn hug! *cries*)

It's the Phineas and Ferb one. Shocking, I know, but just WATCH the thing and try and avoid squeeing like a little kid at ... well, Christmastime. The music numbers were awesome (as always, with this show) there were like five different CMOH, and the slash was REALLY slashy.

"Mom, Phineas and Ferb are making a Christmas special!"

Doof ties up Perry with Christmas lights during the course of the episode. I think I read a fanfic like that once ... no, wait, I WROTE a fanfic like that once!

Hee. Baljeet wants a kiss for Christmas. "I'm outta here," grumbles Buford. "Not from you!" Baljeet shrieks. "From a pretty girl! Don't flatter yourself!" Those two are climbing in the 'Most FoeYay Couple of the Show' and this is against a Dr. Insano type and a Linkara expy!

"Curse my intensely burning apathy towards Christmas!" HEE! ILU Dr. Doof!

"YES! I hate Christmas! This is the best Christmas EVER!" Awwww, Doof ... *huggles him*

Santa is a badass!

During the end-credits montage of everyone giving gifts to each other (and invoking all kinds of tropes along the way) my little cynical fangirl heart grew three sizes. *SQUEE*

*sniffles*
How could a movie be at once so funny, so crass, so sad, and so good over the course of just 90 minutes?

I laughed so loud, especially during the Trekkies (or is it 'Trekkers' ... I'm neither, so I'm not sure) vs. the main characters. I loved all the cameos and digs at various things and all the really geeky references (most of which I got, the others I could hazzard a guess at) and Kristin Bell is friggin' adorable and I want a Zoe of my own! (In real life I AM Zoe: almost all of my friends are really geeky guys who don't view me as a girl. *sigh* I related to her more than anyone else in the movie.) I might have felt mood-whiplash if I wasn't enjoying the movie so much: raccous comedy ... tragic undercurrent plot ... dirty joke ... hey it's that guy!

This is a movie for Star Wars fans. If you haven't seen the movies thirty-thousand times, you probably won't enjoy Fanboys.

The break-in scene was my favorite. I can so picture myself doing something like that with a group of friends, grappling hooks and unnessesary ninja-moves and geeky references galore.

Back in the early months of 2009 I moved on from the loss of my first best friend and turned the rest of that school year into a fantastic year, all things considered.

Maine legalized gay marriage, then voted it down in November. *sniffles* We shall overcome ...

I lost my crush on That-Guy I've had a crush on for years, but that was annoying and That-Summer-Girl came back unexpectedly - having grown a foot taller and a hundred degrees hotter - and is apparently only interested in girls if she's drunk. Oh joy. (So I didn't tell her how I felt - what was the point, I was only going to be around for a week and she's not into girls! *headdesk*)

There was a lot of death this year, and a lot of it very close to home for me. Andrew Wyeth, artist who painted one of my favorite works of art in the world ('Christina's World') then this summer, which was a fantastic summer especially because of all the Shakespeare theater I managed to squeeze in, but that was cast over with the shadow of the unexpected death of the father of one of my fellow cast members (who was also the uncle of another cast member.) I was called in and filled in for the cast member, but I never want to have to do something like that again. It was great that people saw what I could do on short notice and having run through the play once (and having that run-through interupted by someone falling off the stage and bruising her bone, requiring her to use crutches for all of the preformances) but the reason I had to do that was just horrible. Also, being the only person on stage with a script and being unsure of your stage direction is one of the worst feelings in the world, despite the copious amounts of praise I recieved afterwards and people insisting that they couldn't even tell I was holding a script. So, expirience and praise = good, overshadowing death = uncomfortable and upsetting.

My Nana was diagnosed with cancer, bringing up all kinds of awkward feelings. She's ok now, treatment went well, but still, that was scary.

I got into Repo! The Genetic Opera. Heroes raised my hopes again, then dashed them, then Brian Fuller jumped ship again, then they pulled the lesbian rating grab and lost my love forever more, then Doctor Who made up for all of that, The Dresden Files won my heart and blew my mind with Turn Coat (spoilers for Turn Coat, don't click unless you've read the book.) Lost refused to end like a good little show and tormented me with its amazing, complex, ridiculous plotline. I got into Eureka, Merlin, Avatar the Last Airbender, Phineas and Ferb, Leverage, Life, Cowboy Bebop, A Very Potter Musical, SyFy's Alice, and more. Also read and bought Good Omens and loved it.

I got to die epically and tragically onstage for the first time. I played Hamlet in a scene for a charity dinner and recieved all kinds of praise.

Then, early that spring, I clicked on a link at the top of the Labyrinth page on tvtropes and watched a hilarious review by an attractive young woman with pigtails. I poked around that strange website and tried to figure out what was up with the 'Brawl' thing, and found that people really wanted a good fic about a very angry critic and a very angry nerd, and try as I might, i could only find one, that a very scary Sage read and ridiculed. Seeing demand for a good fic about these two men on the tvtropes discussion page, I wrote and posted this, and thus began the TGWTG Slash Fandom. Then two other brave souls joined in on the madness, and we became the Three Musketeers of the TGWTG Fandom, boldly slashing anything that moved! We got more brave souls to write and squee, I wrote the (now infamous) Epic AU Slashy Extravaganza (now dramatically read HERE!) which Marzgurl and Linkara found, causing us to freak out until they assured us that they were not going to call out a hit on us. Then, on October 28th, we got a community. I really can't express in words how happy this fandom makes me. I love you all, you cheer me up when I'm down, you wow me with your amazing fics and art and icons, you make me laugh, and you continue to bewilder me by praising my fics and critiques.

I made my first fanmix, for the lovely webcomic YU+ME Dream - I got into webcomics this summer too, that was big! 

I got to read Zoe Stead's second book and edit/squee over it. That was an honor and a joy. *squees* Can't wait until it's released so I can buy it!

I posted some secrets to fandomsecrets  (not telling which ones, though!) and developed crushes on a series of internet vlogers.

My Mad Scientist Kink was cemented; I said goodbye to some people and gained new friends.

I rediscovered my love of soccer, got dragged UP A FRIGGIN' MOUNTAIN, wrote some awesome scholarly stuff, worked on my personal writings, reached my 100th Fanfiction, and wrote a third of a script and inexplicably found myself in charge at certain times of the film.

I think one of the most important things I discovered this year was that music can completely turn around your foul mood, or at least get you through the day.


Somewhere along the way I changed, predominantly for the better. I fell out of love with one person and back into love with another, I got steadily more geeky, and founded a fandom.

It was the year of Heroes angst, Shakespeare squee, guys with glasses, and tvtropes. It was the year of Obama, fanmixes, kinky fic, and more fandoms than I could shake a stick at. It was the year of healing scars, forging friendships, and crazy dances.

Goodbye David Tennant 2009, you were pretty good. Welcome, Matt Smith 2010, there's a lot riding on you right now, please don't disappoint.

The other day I had a dream about meeting Stephen Colbert and Jon Stewart at some kind of sports arena. It was a weird dream, where Jon Steward didn't look like Jon Stewart, but that was ok because I got Stephen Colbert's autograph and got to hug him. It was a nice dream, if a bit weird, what is it with me having dreams about getting peoples' autographs, first Benzaie and now Stephen Colbert?

 

Argh, gotta catch-up on Doctor Who so I can squee over the return of the Master!

 

 

Well, it was certainly nice to recap something that was actually good, and by 'good' I mean ‘great,’ and by ‘great’ I mean ‘OMG FANTASTIC WORSHIP DOCTOR WHO FOR IT IS THE CHOSEN ONE OM NOM NOM *weeps*’

 

 

 

( In which I discover that I CAN ship the Doctor with someone who isn't the Master and generally squee with joy over this show )