Oct 26, 2010 11:45
From pen_over_fist. Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.
Bel-
…How am I not surprised that this is first? Because I never shut up about him, that’s why. It’s just that he’s such a cheerful little monster- he’s a homicidal, spoiled brat who’s so self-absorbed he may or may not actually be aware that other people do in fact exist, and somehow that makes him…charming? It’s impossible not to love someone who loves themselves that much.
Crack-
I TRY TO BE SERIOUS. I REALLY DO. Everything just turns all ‘derp derp awkwaaaarrrd’ whenever I’m around. And somehow talking to you inspires me with even more ‘haha oh god what is this’ scenarios- you should be happy, you’re an inspiration which just means I blame shit on you. I think probably the only bizarre crackship I can’t trace back to comment spamming you is Nana/Squalo shut up it would be adorable- and she could give him advice on parenting Bel!
Mukuro suffering-
You know, for all the time I spend making fun of Mukuro, I actually really adore him. I just think that having his whole life ruined by the Mafia wasn’t enough- he needs a determined Ryohei with a huge boycrush (that he may or may not be aware he has) following Mukuro around and ruining everything with his powers of EXTREMELY OBLIVIOUS GOODNESS that hurt Mukuro’s soul and make him wonder if maybe he isn’t the devilishly handsome face of ultimate evil.
Comment rants-
…This is proof of how much I love you? I don’t even say ‘Hello’ to people I don’t like, so that alone shows you how much I care, y?...I’M SORRY. I PROMISE TO MAKE MORE OF AN EFFORT TO SHUT UP IN THE FUTURE. MAYBE.
Genderbent Bel5918-
HOT DAMN THIS IS A BEAUTIFUL IDEA AND I LOVE YOU FOR IT. Seriously, I’m already writing it- through a hilarious (and not at all contrived) series of events, Gokudera will be forced to move in with Hibari, and Bel will tag along for the lulz. Violent, sexy arguments about ‘who left the dishes in the living room and WHY WON’T YOU BITCHES GET OUT OF MY HOUSE before I bite you to death?’ will ensue. It will be glorious.
You know, looking at this, I realize that we have like nothing but Reborn in common, at least that I know of. This makes me sad. I wanted to suggest new things we could talk about, but all I can come up with is Karneval, Russian history and fashion. I need new interests ;~;.
And now for something completely different~. I have to go see my advisor soon, and have a nice long talk about ‘you loser, you’re behind in credits and now you want to switch to a completely different department and what is wrong with you, you’ll never make anything of your life, you failure >:C” I-is it normal to be terrified of your advisor? Because I am.
Aaaaahhh, I hate my life. Excuse me while I go write Nana/Squalo fluff to cheer myself up.
meme,
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