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chibi_trillianJoined an Ishida/Ichigo LJ community today. I'm starting to think I may have an unhealthy obsession with glasses!boys.
Ethan: Gee, what gave you the first clue? Let's see, list of anime guys who've made you go "spooge" on sight: Ishida from Bleach, Jin from Samurai Champloo, Watari from Yami no Matsuei, random hot doctor guy from Shining Tears, Elco from Sudeki, Hakkai from Saiyuki--
Chibi: Hakkai doesn't count. He wears a monocle.
Ethan: Are you seriously going to tell me he doesn't belong in with the glasses!boy club?
Chibi: ....no. Damn you.
Ethan: Hell, even I'm in the glasses!boy club. I'm stunned you haven't written me into into a sexpuddle.
Chibi: *speculative eyeball* I could do it. It'd be easy. I could write you into a threesome or foursome...or just let Leo have his wicked way with you by himself.
Ethan: Howzabout no, bitch.
Chibi: What about Aaron?
Ethan: Guh. *drool*
Ethan: *smacks himself* No. I'm horny, but not that horny. I'd feel like a fucking pedophile. Why oh why did your bitchy writer ass have to make him nineteen? He's five years younger than me! I'm so not fucking a teenager!
Chibi: Because that's how he showed up. He's not a virgin, you know. Very very not a virgin. And he wants your near-nonexistant bod.
Ethan: Must you taunt me, woman?! Rarrrrrg! *pulls hair*
Chibi: The Vulcan goes "Grawr." And you go "Rarg."
Ethan: You know, other people are nice to their characters, you evil bitch.
Chibi: I am nice. I got you a boyfriend.
Ethan: That I refuse to have sex with on principle. And he's never going to make it into the "canon" because you're worried about weirding out your creative writing teacher, and you fear what Ashe-chan will do to him.
Chibi: He'll drag you into a rose-petal-covered bed one of these days.
Ethan: I hope not; you got any idea how much rose petals cost? He won't be able to afford food!
Chibi: *grin* He'll just denude your balcony roses.
Ethan: NO, you evil bitchqueen! I need those roses healthy, dammit! I use them for things other than useless physical representations of intangible feelings!
Chibi: He will. And you'll be too caught up in the "Awww, he's being romantic," to wonder where the petals came from on Aaron's budget until after he's ravished you into like OMG a zillion pieces. And it'll be so the cuteness.
Ethan: You frighten me sometimes, and I'm male. I'm incapable of being ravished.
Chibi: That's bullshit. You can be ravished just like anyone else, testicles or no. And only sometimes?
Ethan: I lied; you scare me all the time. You're creepy, and I'm going to go over here now.
Chibi: And be miserable and horny by yourself, and enjoy every second of it. I swear, your image song is "Only Happy When It Rains."
Ethan: Tch. As if, whorebitch. I demand something far more badass. Can I have some industrial at least?
Chibi: I thought you weren't talking to me.
Ethan: It looks more tempting by the moment.
Chibi: Fine. No industrial for you.
Ethan: You're mean.
Chibi: Way to be five years old. Brat.
Anyway.
Went to a jobbity-fairity-thingity-thing today. Hate wearing blouses. Only managed to toss my resume at one person, after I rewrote it and everything. On the upshot, I now have five spare copies of it for future job fairs.
Wurgle. Don't like job fairs. Can never think of a damn thing to say or do except smile and nod and think, "Gawd, that's a tacky tie."
Mfrgle.
Ethan: Gee, what gave you the first clue? Let's see, list of anime guys who've made you go "spooge" on sight: Ishida from Bleach, Jin from Samurai Champloo, Watari from Yami no Matsuei, random hot doctor guy from Shining Tears, Elco from Sudeki, Hakkai from Saiyuki--
Chibi: Hakkai doesn't count. He wears a monocle.
Ethan: Are you seriously going to tell me he doesn't belong in with the glasses!boy club?
Chibi: ....no. Damn you.
Ethan: Hell, even I'm in the glasses!boy club. I'm stunned you haven't written me into into a sexpuddle.
Chibi: *speculative eyeball* I could do it. It'd be easy. I could write you into a threesome or foursome...or just let Leo have his wicked way with you by himself.
Ethan: Howzabout no, bitch.
Chibi: What about Aaron?
Ethan: Guh. *drool*
Ethan: *smacks himself* No. I'm horny, but not that horny. I'd feel like a fucking pedophile. Why oh why did your bitchy writer ass have to make him nineteen? He's five years younger than me! I'm so not fucking a teenager!
Chibi: Because that's how he showed up. He's not a virgin, you know. Very very not a virgin. And he wants your near-nonexistant bod.
Ethan: Must you taunt me, woman?! Rarrrrrg! *pulls hair*
Chibi: The Vulcan goes "Grawr." And you go "Rarg."
Ethan: You know, other people are nice to their characters, you evil bitch.
Chibi: I am nice. I got you a boyfriend.
Ethan: That I refuse to have sex with on principle. And he's never going to make it into the "canon" because you're worried about weirding out your creative writing teacher, and you fear what Ashe-chan will do to him.
Chibi: He'll drag you into a rose-petal-covered bed one of these days.
Ethan: I hope not; you got any idea how much rose petals cost? He won't be able to afford food!
Chibi: *grin* He'll just denude your balcony roses.
Ethan: NO, you evil bitchqueen! I need those roses healthy, dammit! I use them for things other than useless physical representations of intangible feelings!
Chibi: He will. And you'll be too caught up in the "Awww, he's being romantic," to wonder where the petals came from on Aaron's budget until after he's ravished you into like OMG a zillion pieces. And it'll be so the cuteness.
Ethan: You frighten me sometimes, and I'm male. I'm incapable of being ravished.
Chibi: That's bullshit. You can be ravished just like anyone else, testicles or no. And only sometimes?
Ethan: I lied; you scare me all the time. You're creepy, and I'm going to go over here now.
Chibi: And be miserable and horny by yourself, and enjoy every second of it. I swear, your image song is "Only Happy When It Rains."
Ethan: Tch. As if, whorebitch. I demand something far more badass. Can I have some industrial at least?
Chibi: I thought you weren't talking to me.
Ethan: It looks more tempting by the moment.
Chibi: Fine. No industrial for you.
Ethan: You're mean.
Chibi: Way to be five years old. Brat.
Anyway.
Went to a jobbity-fairity-thingity-thing today. Hate wearing blouses. Only managed to toss my resume at one person, after I rewrote it and everything. On the upshot, I now have five spare copies of it for future job fairs.
Wurgle. Don't like job fairs. Can never think of a damn thing to say or do except smile and nod and think, "Gawd, that's a tacky tie."
Mfrgle.
