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Dec. 27th, 2011

Writer's Block: Fantastic plastic

Yep, Without a second thought, at least with regards to basic, routine anti-aging things. I'm eighteen, and one must be prepared for that. But I  would never get something like breast augmentation or, heaven forbid, a nose job. I like my bumpy, Ashkenazi nose.
Would you consider having plastic surgery?

Dec. 24th, 2011

[Secret Santa][Fic] Of Tigers and Koi Fish 1/?

Title: Of Tigers and Koi Fish
Author:angstlich
Recipient: disownmereturns
Rating: PG, for this chapter, potential going up
Characters/Pairings: Greece/Japan main, various side parings
Warning: Lots and lots of exposition, kitty violence, and length. This is going to be one long fic, broskis.
Summary: Japan, Hong Kong, and South Korea, bear a curse meant for Taiwan, and Greece sets out to save them from their fishy curse. For the magical koi fish prompt.
Notes: This is an alternate universe with elements of steam-punk, faerie magic, and witchiness.

The tiger striped cat moved through the hazy twilight....Collapse )

Dec. 11th, 2011

Writer's Block: Tearjerkers

Schindler's List easily gets the most tears out of me. Then, probably, Graves of the Fireflies. And any other Holocaust movie. I'm all too well aware of how my family might not have been able to get out of Germany. Not all of them did.
Which movie always makes you cry?

Oct. 28th, 2011

Writer's Block: R.I.P

What do you want done with your body after you die?
I...I want to be left to wild animals and microorganisms to devour my body and break it down into its constituent parts. I don't want to be pumped full of chemicals to be preserved forever; the dead are supposed to decay and go back to the Earth. Or, worse, to be cremated. Cremation brings up many types of innate horror in me; though I know it's...perhaps odd, the first thing when I think of cremation is the Holocaust, not of India, or Japan, or the Romans. I think of the Holocaust and how it very well could have been my family, and I think, no, cremation is not for me. Just let me rot.

Oct. 14th, 2011

Writer's Block: Flashback films

Who is your favorite 80’s moviestar?
I haven't got an eighties-possessive favorite film star. If by 80's you mean a 1980s (shortened to '80s, note the placement of the apostrophe) film star, well, I still haven't got one. I'm not a movie gal, myself. Jesus, if you're going to do something like this, please have the correct placement of the apostrophe, LJ. It isn't terribly hard.

Oct. 3rd, 2011

Writer's Block: Anti-bullying month

Who is the biggest bully in your life? One response chosen at random will win an Amazon Kindle. [contest details] (sponsored by )
This huge, hulking girl in middle school and high school who used to pull my hair and call me a dyke, despite being distinctly femme. I was the pretty one, and she was not, so she tortured me until she was sent to the alternative school for being a disgusting example of a human being.

Sep. 26th, 2011

Writer's Block: And the forecast is…

What’s your favorite kind of weather?
Chilly, clammy, drizzling lead-sky dampness. Or snow and ice, when the trees are all glistening with ice and beautiful. If there is one thing I don't like, it's bright sunshine; I need clouds. Sunny days keep me inside; migraine sufferers know what I mean. It's terrible to go outside unprepared and come back with a migraine.

Sep. 11th, 2011

Writer's Block: 9/11

Where were you?




I was in New York City, trapped in my school in Williamsburg, the only one whose mother did not come early to pick her up. When she finally came, having been trapped in Manhattan when they closed the bridges, we went home, I think. Everyone was terrified. No one knew what was going on, at least not in the city. It seemed like everyone else in the country knew except for us. We thought it was an accident, maybe.

The towers imploded, and I was just across the river. We left the city soon after that, fleeing to L.A. and, when that did not work out, the midwest. The economy was shot; what else was there to do? The entire city was choked with dust and toxins and Manhattan was covered in carcinogens and charred body parts. Ten years later and...I don't know what to think. I miss sticky-sweet summers of Italian ice and rescuing, and by rescuing I mean stealing, chickens from the poultry market. Midwestern summers were just not the same.

And finally, ten years later, I am back in New York. Not the city, but what does that matter? I could be there in an hour, if I wanted to. College brought me back; I've been back in the state for only two weeks and, really, what are the odds that I would end up back here, ten years to the day that it happened?

Sep. 6th, 2011

Writer's Block: Killer Queen

What's your favorite Queen song, and why?
Gawd, everyone is surely going to say Bohemian Rhapsody and I have to say, most emphatically, 'no!' I love it, but it's ever so cliche and, truth to tell, no my absolute favourite.

It's definitely...er...I don't know! I like them all! But possibly, ummmm, "You're my Best Friend."

Aug. 29th, 2011

Writer's Block: The state of perception

Of the five senses (sight, sound, touch, smell and taste), which would you willing to give up, and why?

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