"Stand as My Equal..."

[psalm_onethirtyone]

I have done all of nothing but write to-day, so I have nothing at all to say. ^_^

Only school starts Thursday, and I will need to go to bed at one o'clock at latest. So to people I speak with on AIM, can you, as a terribly big favour, if I'm on later than twelve-thirty, gently remind me that it's my bedtime? That's all, no other obligations, no purchase necessary, Soujin comes with a ten year warranty, &c.

Also, would love to write more photofiction, if anyone cares to ask. Otherwise, I shall have to stop procrastinating and actually finish Fish and Zara's birthdayfics. And write Snowy Grewgious/Rosa's Mum. So please, please ask for photofics. ^_____~

Comments

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

...XD Is that amusing?

[mhari.livejournal.com]

Probably not to most people, but it sure is to ME.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

it's okay, we'll assume guildenstern wasn't involved with the general angst and consternation because he's just so pure and noble and too good for this world, and dammit, someone has to theorize about don quixote. or something. (still haven't slept yet, please do excuse me.) and rosencrantz has to go first, you silly thing, he couldn't handle the last line on his own.

i object to everyone's sorry faces being larger than mine. what you have in quality i shall make up for in quantity.

;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ;_; ... you see my point.

[snowyofthenight.livejournal.com]

AHHHH GREWGIOUS/ROSA'S MUM. XDD I think her name must have had some sort of flower/'rose' in it, because why else would she have had a wedding ring with a rose on it? ...yes, I'm babbling.

ANYWAY, SQUEE.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Exceptionally excited. We're taking astronomy and geography this year, and I finally get my French class. ^_________^

When they return from the ocean floor for the eighth or seventh time, Aronnax is breathless and overjoyed, like a boy on a ferris wheel for the first time, spilled into the sky, spun down to earth again. What things they saw! What things! He turns to the Captain to thank him, and sees those dark eyes regarding him evenly. Before he can be struck by the sobriety, before the solemnity of a man whose eyes are like the sea can calm him, he kisses the Captain's cheek, and embraces him with joy.

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Guildenstern would be the Horatio figure of Rosencrantz is Dead, but Guildenstern is Fine. *nodnod*

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Oooh, yay! That does sound fun. I like school! I got to play with paint today, before that my professor assigned us famous German personas and I spent quite a while being addressed as 'Herr Bach.'

Cheater. :P But eeeeee! Teh cute!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*dies* Wicked!

Sometimes he thinks Rosencrantz is just as mad as his Prince--but the difference between them is like a kitten to a tiger. His Prince's madness is despair and anguish, frantic kisses and whispered half-words, endless tragedy. Rosencrantz, instead, offers flowers the colour of sunshine and an exchange of words that in the midst of its cleverness is ridiculous, and in its foolishness wise. Rosencrantz smiles and pats his shoulder and wants to love him like a child--and Horatio accidentally begins to love Rosencrantz more.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Actually, gmail only for correspondance. The LJ things all go to earthlink. DAMN YOU. I'll take my time with the birthdayfic, all right.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^___^ Oh, yay! That is indeed brilliant, and I am glowish with eeee for you. ^__^

...How did I cheat, again, Miss two-words-equals-one?

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

*bounces* ^____^ We can be glowish with eeeee together!

...Shush.

Hamlet/Horatio. Caribbean.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

I do. Hmph.

"My dear," Mr. Grewgious begins, and suddenly it is as though something in the poor girl snaps, she begins to cry, she lowers her beautiful golden head and weeps. He kneels, with a little difficulty, and takes her hand. "It's all right, my dear. You won't need to live with your father any longer." She is still too frightened of tall men to run from him, but he feels her hand tremble in his, and what he feels after that is anger, and a pain in his somewhat phlegmatic heart.

~

Combeferre pauses by the shop window, looking in at a display of dresses, fine linen and pretty lace that's made of a fine cotton cut into patterns. It's good work on hard times. He has apparently hesitated too long, because a woman comes out of the shop, glaring at him, her eyes sharp in her pinched face. "What're you looking at? Got a ladylove to buy something for? You're printing the glass."
"No, no love," Combeferre answers, smiling.
"Good," she says, and then stiffens, as though the word was a mistake.

~

"Oh, I say!" Eddy has a broad smile, a friendly look in his eyes. "Hullo, there! You played that mad chap in the play to-night, didn't you? Rosa did like you terribly, and I did, too, though I fear I'm a bit slow with plays and things. I didn't half understand what you were saying, I'm afraid, but it was splendid anyhow."
Hamlet stares. "...Splendid, thou sayest?"
"Yes! Lord, yes, quite the thing. You were rather marvellous."
Another glowing smile. It's too much. The boy is as mad as he pretends to be, but Hamlet can't--protests to himself that he canst not--help kissing him. Truly. The boy's a very good-looking madman.

~

:D

Thank you, I shall not. Also, I expect a sock out of this.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

^_______^ Yay! We shall!

...Yessssss?

O_O

Horatio's chocolate eyes, warm and consoling, were flecking with green as deep and limpid as tropical islands in the Caribbean. Hamlet's own were black orbs, darker than a well of despair on a moonless night in Iceland during the winter. When their eyes met, something sparked between them, and thus, gentle reader, a valuable tourist industry came to nothing, for the only thing less unpleasant than a tropical island in a well of despair is a tropical island in a well of despair on fire.

Now give me keywords I can use, plzthnx.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Except without the pureness or the nobleness or the being too good for this world... XD Guildenstern is an asshat. And in annoying denial anyway.

That is the best title for anything EVER, next to perhaps 'Snakes on a Plane'.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

......Oops...!

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Mmmhmmmm, Miss Future-TMI-mun.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

...*meep* youknowitbaby!

[silverdragon262.livejournal.com]

Well, yes. XD I love Guildenstern so.

*giggles* Everyone is talking about that these days.

[fish-bananas.livejournal.com]

Let us watch me fail at Guildenstern. XD AND SPAM SOUJIN'S JOURNAL LIKE MAD W00T!

It fits into our view of the world -- Nixxxon inna shower, snakes onna plane. XDD

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Yes. I do. :D

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*melts*

oh -- ! i love this, but you must get tired of the word love. i passionately adore and admire this, how's that? it's so sweet it's a little sad.

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

Love is good, I love love, but passionately adore and admire I certainly won't refuse. Oh, good.

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

then it's a good thing i passionately admire and adore you, too -- !

[rainbowjehan.livejournal.com]

*beams and rather melts for and eagerly, tenderly cherishes you*

[little-lady-d.livejournal.com]

*oh, is cherished*
*melts again and for-ever*