At the videostore today, I don't know why, but the guy behind the counter really didn't seem to trust me. He demanded that I enter all of my information for the account again. I suppose I didn't look enough like an "Albert"? I don't know what it was. Either way, I knew it all, so nothing went wrong, and I got Season 1 Disc 2 sucessfully ( Read more... )

Today I got a brand new headboard for my bed. All of that was a lie... let me try again. Today Princess (pretty much, I wasn't going to grab one until she insisted), got a slightly used wooden pallet for my headboard. And it looks super awesome. Aparently, it also looks rather oceany, but I prefer to think of it as looking industrial. Either way, I ( Read more... )

So, I find myself at a strange point in the watching of Supernatural. I'm now on Season Four. I thought I was still working my way through Season Three, but it turns out that it was only 16 episodes long (due to the writers strike way back in '07 & '08, when the series was being written). Anyway, so here I am at home, with three disks of ( Read more... )

( Roxxy looked down the SD card in her hand. It was her little ticket to freedom. Her job was done, and she was going to be free of that godawful man, and she was going to leave Gotham if she could and never look back. “Here you go. Everything you need’s in here.” Her tone was short, rough, eager to be done with this one week project of hell. He’d almost sent her to the hospital twice, and loomed over her every waking moment. “Good. I’m glad that you managed to do so. I was starting to wonder if you would finish on time.” His voice was distorted through the mask, almost sounding electronic, muffled and rough. )

( Roxxy sighed turning the corner, waking down the long hall of Avengers Tower. She couldn't believe that Tony Stark had bullied her into doing yet another project for him, but here she was, helping out that alcoholic asshole once again, and for shifty pay too. She was really going to have to do something about him. )

( Tony set the papers down on his desk, smiling to himself and taking a swig of his screwdriver. “It’s final.” The man looked up at the woman sitting across the desk from him. She was dressed in a simple white tank-top and grey skirt. Boring, but revealing enough that Tony had something to look at. “The patents and registrations went though, and you,” he said, motioning at her, smug grin on his face. “You, darling, legally belong to me.

The woman sitting across from him just stared. “I... I can’t believe this.” )

( “I think I want this half of you...” Harvey Dent trailed his neatly trimmed fingernails down the young woman’s face, tied down, spread-eagled on his bed, her fair skin stark against his black sheets. “I’m perfectly happy with this,” Two-face said, dragging his scarred fingers up between her legs. )

( Deidara/Roxanne )

( “Humiliate you?” Starscream looked down at the human. The eyes of his holoform were glowing a bloody red, examining her body as if she were an object he was inspecting. The human blushed, breaking his gaze and looking away from him. “No.” “Wh-what?” Roxanne flicked a quick glance back up at the Air Commander. He was smirking at her. “No. I don’t need to.” Starscream folded his hands behind his back. Roxanne fidgeted, looking away from him again. “You’re already thoroughly humiliating yourself.” )

( Roxxy felt the hand behind her first, wrapping around her waist, pulling her backwards. She stumbled and fell against the man behind her. “My, my, little Midguardian...” The words were whispered in her ear, and she shuddered as cold lips brushed the shell of her ear. “L-let me go!” Trying to turn her head to see the man was useless. She struggled, but no matter how much, she couldn’t see him, and the grip around her waist didn’t ease. It only tightened, pressing her against his hips. She knew the voice, and the chill against her skin only confirmed her suspicions. “Lo-Loki... Let me go!” )