Gagamon HeartGold is not a real game. Yet.
I've come down with Gaga Fever again, I don't know what to do with myself. Last week I stumbled upon ficangel's The Super Doesn't Stand For Model (I'm suddenly aware that I don't know how to link to DW users D:) which is a Superhero AU that suffers from Not Enough Gaga/Beyoncé and Wait What Is Kelly Clarkson's Power? but is otherwise really fun to read. And by that I mean, "If you're about to argue that Jay-Z doesn't have an invisible jet, plz to defriend me now."
(Look, I am a sucker for fic where Everyone Shows Up, OKAY? I think it may or may not be a consequence of all that popslash in my fandom past. Justin Timberlake is a zombie/serial killer? Hell yeah. Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears go skydiving? OF COURSE. Jamie Lynn Spears and Japanese Guy I Forgot investigate Britney's ~murder in the house from Ju-On? I am so there.)
Meanwhile, my brother has come down with Pokemon fever. This has technically nothing to do with Lady Gaga, except it reminded me that when I was playing Pokemon Gold I used to own a Flaaffy named Madge. Community psychic: 1, Madonna: 0.
PS: I miss Kelly Clarkson.
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skjfhksf I want to sign up for lotsbigbang, but so far that desire has only resulted in obsessively asking myself how to bring Denna back in that weird finale verse and/or whether I would have to undo the spell of Undoing (lol) if I went with a different, Denna-less idea. Let's face it, when you start to think things might just work out if you use concepts of history/time from Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver? Maybe you just need to put down the pipe.
Naturally, the perfect way to fix that is work on Telephone fic instead. *headdesk* (By the way, am I seriously seeing the words "Mother" and "Pluckers" in this frame?)
ALSO, ALSO, SHIRLEY MANSON GOT MARRIED. BRB, SLITTING MY WRISTS. Perhaps in heaven she'll be waiting to stroke my hair while Jessica Marais reads the phonebook and Leighton Meester feeds me grapes.
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And now I'll leave you with the following conversation, courtesy of my brother, IRL Troll:
Brother: You know, when you think about it, Jesus was a Pokemon.
Me: ...'cause he walked on water?
Brother: He knew Surf.
Yes, Pokemon jokes, ladies and gentlemen. Pokemon jokes.
(Look, I am a sucker for fic where Everyone Shows Up, OKAY? I think it may or may not be a consequence of all that popslash in my fandom past. Justin Timberlake is a zombie/serial killer? Hell yeah. Kelly Clarkson and Britney Spears go skydiving? OF COURSE. Jamie Lynn Spears and Japanese Guy I Forgot investigate Britney's ~murder in the house from Ju-On? I am so there.)
Meanwhile, my brother has come down with Pokemon fever. This has technically nothing to do with Lady Gaga, except it reminded me that when I was playing Pokemon Gold I used to own a Flaaffy named Madge. Community psychic: 1, Madonna: 0.
PS: I miss Kelly Clarkson.
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skjfhksf I want to sign up for lotsbigbang, but so far that desire has only resulted in obsessively asking myself how to bring Denna back in that weird finale verse and/or whether I would have to undo the spell of Undoing (lol) if I went with a different, Denna-less idea. Let's face it, when you start to think things might just work out if you use concepts of history/time from Legacy of Kain: Soul Reaver? Maybe you just need to put down the pipe.
Naturally, the perfect way to fix that is work on Telephone fic instead. *headdesk* (By the way, am I seriously seeing the words "Mother" and "Pluckers" in this frame?)
ALSO, ALSO, SHIRLEY MANSON GOT MARRIED. BRB, SLITTING MY WRISTS. Perhaps in heaven she'll be waiting to stroke my hair while Jessica Marais reads the phonebook and Leighton Meester feeds me grapes.
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And now I'll leave you with the following conversation, courtesy of my brother, IRL Troll:
Brother: You know, when you think about it, Jesus was a Pokemon.
Me: ...'cause he walked on water?
Brother: He knew Surf.
Yes, Pokemon jokes, ladies and gentlemen. Pokemon jokes.