Reply to this meme by commenting/yelling "words!" and I will give you rice words that remind me of you. Then post them to your journal and explain what they mean to you. 

My words from elle_blessing: 

Knitting
Writer
Euan
Teacher
Figment

( Words )

Title: A Bit of Motherly Advice (1/1)
Authors: Elisabeth (pyrobear)
Characters: Parvati Patil
Rating: G (tissue warning though!)
Summary: Mother and son have a bit of a chat.

( A Bit of Motherly Advice (1/1) )

So this post has no specific point whatsoever, but I needed to get this off my chest.

What is so great about Edward Cullen?

I mean, seriously. He's a vampire. Been there. Done that. He has a forbidden love for Bella Swan. Well, so did Angel for Buffy. And there were no sparkles. Only lots of brooding and hair gel. Now, don't get me wrong, I have an affectionate love for Angel, in fact, if I could have a puppet!Angel, life would be pretty darn good. But seriously guys. You wank about how old Edward is compared to Bella? Angel had at least, at least 150 years on Buffy. Probably closer to 200, but since I don't feel like doing math, we'll leave it at that.

Now, I've read only one book in the Twilight series, the first one, but from what I've heard of of the books, I should be glad I spent my time else where, doing more useful things, like cleaning. And even though this post is turning kind of ranty on the newest craze to hit pre-teens, it should be more about the Buffy love. Clever writing, a great metaphor for life (high school is hell), and something that didn't dumb itself down for us. Sexy sex was sexy, but with the careful message of "don't make your boyfriend really, really happy because otherwise he might lose his soul." Dude, if that's not a waving "yay abstinence" flag, well, I don't know what is.

Tl;dr: Buffy/Angel vampires rock so much harder than Twilight.

Edit: It's not so much about the sex (because it happens, whether we like it or not), but that I think Joss' vampires are better than SMeyers'.

I NEED HUGS.

I'm about to go face my first real final of the period and stupid me did not study (but to be fair...10-15 page paper is staring at me, I was freaking out about that...still am). So I open the study guide doc this morning and I go, well, I know stuff about that stuff. Heh. Said the exact same thing about the midterm (conveniently when all the Muove stuff was going down of course), I so did not do as well as I could have. *sigh*

And this paper....I get distracted. Easily. Unless I really love the subject/topic. So it will take me hours upon hours to write much of anything. Ask any of my cheerleaders. And this stupid paper, which I had done all my research for and was getting to start to write on Thursday? Yeah, had to go back and redo a bunch of it because I was too "scattered". *sigh* I think I'll be okay. If I can write five pages of educational babble mixed in with reasons to use primary sources, I should be okay.

My professor will just have to understand that while he was looking at the top of the range, a stressed out student is looking at the bottom and is padding so damn much to make it there.

/whinging.

Most of my flist is already aware, but I'm pimping anyhow, because I'm awesome like that. (And I kinda instigated the whole thing...my bad.)

So in response to this post, I've drabbles for all ('cept Kate) and one extra. Enjoy.

( For Keeley--Aubrey/Cho )

( For Vicky--Rose/Euan )

( For Jane--anything Jake )

( For Leigh--Bill/Fleur )

( For Claire--Aubrey/Fluer )

( For Elle--Euan )

( Birthday!Drabble for Jane--Anything Jake (Part 2) )

Yes, I'm a bit late to the part, but shut up. Papers to do. Projects to show off. Naps to take.

( Happy Happy Birthday )

The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing from me.* In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.

*RP characters preferred. I'll even cross RP verses! Except Bill meeting Bill, because that's just too cracky.

1. Pick 15 of your favorite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions

Stolen from leigh_adams

( Once upon a time.... )

1. Reply to this post, and I will pick five of your icons.
2. Make a post (including the meme info) and talk about the icons I chose.
3. Other people can then comment to you and make their own posts.
4. This will create a never-ending cycle of icon glee.

Chosen by autumnrhythm30

( I can haz iconz )

I am in a ridiculously happy mood. Thanks in part to my loverly pep squad of cheerleaders who made me complete my essay about Hamlet. Jane was even awesome enough to take her red pen fetish and make sure I didn't lose any words....which I do on occassion. But I finished the essay before midnight and went to bed at a normal (for me anyway) time. So I woke up this morning kind of okay. Just okay because I hate mornings. But I didn't have to rush anywhere and the essay was done so I have time to go and get breakfast.

Yay food!

And not only is my tummy full, but the morning is gorgeous as I sit out here in the quad in one of Dickinson's famous red chairs. I can't pin the wonderful weather on my cheer squad (Leigh, Keeley, and Jane), but I wish I could. You guys are absolutely fabulous.

So I've had a song running though my head the last couple of days, Switchfoot's "This is Your Life". The refrain goes something along the lines of "This is your life. Are you who you want to be?" and I can honestly say, at this moment: Yes. I am who I want to be. It might be idealistic but I want to take on the world, battleing the evils of poor teaching. I want to let kids know that there is one person in the world that cares for them. That's who I want to be.

Free Music here!

The Moffatts- "Typcial" as seen at YouTube, without all the weird inflections.

Available for seven days.

Title: Ten Ten-Word Ficlets for Eight People
Author: Elisabeth (pyrobear)
Characters: Ellie Branstone, Aubrey van Andel, Bill Weasley, Euan Abercrombie (CO) & Parvati Patil, Bill Weasley, Jake Summers, Justin Finch-Fletchy (PS) & a smattering of others.
Rating: Any Age, except for the "smuts" bits, hard PG-13.
Summary: A bit of insight into my characters, for me and for you.
Author's Note: You do not need to be familiar with the game to understand the players. There are summaries explaining.

...follow the fake cut

EDIT: Comments are screened just in case any wank does go on/you want to say something privately.

So today I left si_muove_rpg. I didn't particularly want to in the way I did, but I had not much of a choice. My character journals access to the community had been revoked before I had the chance to post my remaining scenes and send in my resignation letter with passwords. It honestly took all that I had not to delete my journals and keep the journals past expiration date. I had to be reminded that I was not that petty.

I've wanted to talk about this for a bit, but I respected the rules of the community to not to air dirty laundry. As I am no longer involved with the community and nor under their jurisdiction, I feel that it's perfectly within my right to rant within my own personal journal.

( Ranty rant )

Because I still like to pretend that I'm on spring break, I've been putting together playlists, under the cuts below. I can put most of the songs into a zip and send them to you if you'd like. Just let me know.

Parvati Patil: ( Dancing on the Inside )

Bill Weasley: ( E Pluribus Unum )

So in case people weren't aware, there has been some recent clamorings about American's loosing their religious affiliation. Everyone from Jews to Catholics to Protestants seem to be loosing some percentage. From what I remember from the ABC Nightly News report, the only group to gain is the Evangelical Christians (mainly the mega-churches). Now I've never been a deeply religious person. Spiritual, moral, but not religious. I think it has something to do with the fact that I cannot reconcile the cynical side of myself.

For a long time, I've considered myself a cultural Jews--someone who loves the food, the humor, and the history rather than the going to services every week. This is the result of, in part, my father's attitude towards religion. He only goes to services during the High Holy days of Yom Kippur and Rosh Hashana. He lights yartzheit candles on the anniversaries of his parents death (when he remembers). We sometimes light the Hannakka candles. We barely keep kosher on Passover. That's in sharp contrast to my mother, a Methodist, who goes to Church every Sunday she can. She took a course so she could be a lay speaker. She's actively involved in her church's Sunday school and their youth group. Please remember, I'm an only child and a product of an interfaith marriage. And while I would not change that for the world, it does leave me with questions I myself am unable to answer.

My parents made the decision to raise me Jewish because it was important to my paternal grandparents. My maternal grandmother didn't care either way, as long as I grew up with some type of religion and moral compass. (It's important to note that my maternal grandfather, who was dead before I was born, rarely, if ever, stepped inside a church.) I'd like to believe that this was so, even though this past October I did not observe the High Holy days because that meant missing a session of my classes that only met once a week. My dad yelled at me over Skype. That was amusing. Not.

So where does this musing come down on? Well, hmm. Many of my friends from high school/childhood are Catholic, some even devoutly so (Passion of the Christ anyone?) and I admire them for that, while at the same time wondering how such a bright and funny person could hold such a belief in what could easily be myth. In many ways I am jealous of the spirituality that my friend feels, because I cannot escape my cynicism and that sucks.

This past weekend I attended my cousin's bar mitzvah. In between sitting through a three hour service (which deserves it's own rant, but that's an aside), I did feel a rise of something that I cannot name. We were reciting two prayers (of which I cannot remember the names), basically honoring our early ancestors (Abraham, Issac, Jacob. Sarah, Rachel, Rebecca, and Leah) and suddenly I felt connected to them. It is important to note that the prayer was in Hebrew, and I did not fully understand what the words meant. We were chanting and the words were tumbling from my lips and I felt part of the whole. Unfortunately, as soon as I was able to identify this feeling, it was taken away again as the Rabbi began to drone on about something I could not understand. I'm still trying to understand what happened, almost two days later.

I'm feeling at a loss of what to do. I did bring my Tanach (first testament bible) that I received as part of my confirmation back down to school.(That's another thing, I spent a lot of time involved in religious schooling, more than most of my peers, so right now I feel as if my time had been wasted, which I hate.) I think I may try and join the Bible study one of my acquaintances organizes. Because I need to figure this out. In the past I decided to call myself a Humanistic Jew, but after this weekend, I don't know if that will be enough.

So, I was originally debating if I was going to go home for spring break either on Friday or Saturday. I've chosen Saturday for a multitude of reasons, the main one being is that I have a paper due Friday, and for anyone that knows me, I pretty much always am up all night working on papers. (Good news is, is that I have a page written a whole 24 hours before the paper is due!) Combined that I do have two classes on Friday (that I would rather not miss...hello brownie points) I was already erring on the side of caution on just taking the trip on Saturday and not feeling rushed or anything like that. because if I did in deed leave on Friday, I would have to leave by noon at the latest to miss all that wonderful New York rush hour traffic. Um, no thanks.

Then yesterday a babysitting gig fell into my lap. Two hours on Friday night? Hello gas money!

Yeah, this post was (pretty much) useless, but I wanted to do something that filled my time between leaving the library and going to work.

Writers: baby_k21 and pyrobear
Rating: PG-13/R for blood/imagery
Summary: What might have been during the final battle between Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
Warning: Epic angst. Bring your tissues people.
Note: Cross-posted to si_muove_fic

( The blackness of darkness forever )

Disclaimer: None belong to me. Angel characters to Whedon & co. NCIS characters to Bellasario & co.

Notes: Inspired by Middle Son by angelfirenze, with a few changes. Done with urging permission. Will possibly have spoilers through and up to the current season of NCIS because I've seen them all. I'm not intentionally spoilery, but you know, something might slip through. ANGEL's free game though, so be warned. Also, I haven't posted, or really written any, fic in a long time. I make no apologies. This is also turning much more Connor-centric than I thought. Oh well.

Summary: He had his pull and peel twizzlers and his father standing behind him. Things were going to okay.

( and I'm going to fall )

Disclaimer: None belong to me. Angel characters to Whedon & co. NCIS characters to Bellasario & co.

Notes: Inspired by Middle Son by angelfirenze, with a few changes. Done with urging permission. Will possibly have spoilers through and up to the current season of NCIS because I've seen them all. I'm not intentionally spoilery, but you know, something might slip through. ANGEL's free game though, so be warned. Also, I haven't posted, or really written any, fic in a long time. I make no apologies.

Summary: His father was his brother and his grandfather was his father. He was pretty sure these were things soap operas were made of.

( Terrified of no one else but me )