Angst Free (Trouble, aka Frustration)
Today, at about half after noon or so, the following took place.
Fullmetal Alchemist, which they should just rename and rewrite as Greed Pwnz All for the Win, so I could get less mileage but MORE FUN out of it, is eating my headspace.
It wants my neurons so bad, and damned if I'm not just panting to hand them over.
Anyway, I was hip-deep in the slashing process. Envy has decided Greed is in fact as weakened as he appears to be, and can therefore be pinned one-handed with body-weight assistance.
This, as one might imagine, leaves Envy's other hand free. *Smirk.*
After solid fanart exposure, I'm finally being able to pry open Envy's headspace a little, kinda see inside a bit, and it's scary in there. But. Regardless.
I am typing away and trying to come up with adjectives that don't result in spelling "come" with a u, and it's working SO WELL and damn, when was the last time my words came together for anything, just naturally, because I wanted them to? The words haven't pressed out of my fingers, rushing to escape like that, for years. Plural.
So I'm typing. And the phone rings. And it's Kahn.
Hi, hi, how are you, good, good, how are you, fine, good.
So what are you up to?
Pause. Attempt to say ANYthing.
Um, making anime characters gay!, and damn, is it hot in here?
"Uh...studying for my midterm?"
The better to sidetrack him, and myself, as fast as possible, from the few dozen interesting pictures open on my desktop and the Blinking Cursor of Yaoi. The words consumed my conversation with him, actually; "And Greed falls for it" was on the tip of my tongue the entire time.
El oh el zee.
Poor Greed. Envy's gonna hurt him so good. :^3
Fullmetal Alchemist, which they should just rename and rewrite as Greed Pwnz All for the Win, so I could get less mileage but MORE FUN out of it, is eating my headspace.
It wants my neurons so bad, and damned if I'm not just panting to hand them over.
Anyway, I was hip-deep in the slashing process. Envy has decided Greed is in fact as weakened as he appears to be, and can therefore be pinned one-handed with body-weight assistance.
This, as one might imagine, leaves Envy's other hand free. *Smirk.*
After solid fanart exposure, I'm finally being able to pry open Envy's headspace a little, kinda see inside a bit, and it's scary in there. But. Regardless.
I am typing away and trying to come up with adjectives that don't result in spelling "come" with a u, and it's working SO WELL and damn, when was the last time my words came together for anything, just naturally, because I wanted them to? The words haven't pressed out of my fingers, rushing to escape like that, for years. Plural.
So I'm typing. And the phone rings. And it's Kahn.
Hi, hi, how are you, good, good, how are you, fine, good.
So what are you up to?
Pause. Attempt to say ANYthing.
Um, making anime characters gay!, and damn, is it hot in here?
"Uh...studying for my midterm?"
The better to sidetrack him, and myself, as fast as possible, from the few dozen interesting pictures open on my desktop and the Blinking Cursor of Yaoi. The words consumed my conversation with him, actually; "And Greed falls for it" was on the tip of my tongue the entire time.
El oh el zee.
Poor Greed. Envy's gonna hurt him so good. :^3