The anime is more well known, and has been over for a while, but like many of my other fandoms, I still prefer the manga. It is about a band called BECK, just trying to make it in the music world. The art is kind of weird in the first chapters, but the characters and the story are irresistable. I get very attached to all the series I really love - and BECK was definately in the top ten. Therefore, reaching the last chapter was a bittersweet moment (espeically since it was a very open ending >.>) The extra chapter, "The Last Day of Eddie Lee", really broke my heart, too.
Maybe it's just me, but I always get really sad and depressed when a book or movie ends :| I'm always thinking of "what happens next?!" even when there's nothing left. Truthfully, though, I'm also - waaaaay down deep - always a little glad when it's over. It helps to put my naturally worrying heart to rest.
Some images from BECK: MCS. (Note: BECK is property of its rightful owners, i.e. NOT ME)
Taira Yoshiyuki, my favorite character (bass player)
Top to bottom: Saku (drummer), Ryusuke (guitarist), Chiba (main singer), and Taira
Koyuki, BECK's second singer and guitarist, also the main character
Random scenes of BECK being awesome - only a few of the many things that make me love it!
- Mood:sad
- Music:All-American Rejects - Gives You Hell
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And guess how many mmvs I've finished since then?
Two
It figures.
I'm very upset that spring break is almost over. It went waaaaay too quick. I still have yet to finish Atlas Shrugged (by Ayn Rand) and it's taking FOREVER because I'm stuck in the middle of this guy's 60-page speech. Yes. 60 pages. From page 1009 to 1069 - as if the book wasn't long enough to begin with. And I thought Anna Karenina was bad.
I've really fallen out of the habit of writing lately. I'm trying to fix that, mostly playing around with the themes I
Went on a family vacation to Carlsbad Caverns, NM. It was AMAZING, but it was hard to get good pics. Also went to the Space History Museum in Alamogordo - my dad was better at the space shuttle simulator than a pilot from the base there (*cough* yearsofhelicopterflying *cough*). Otherwise I've just been reading manga and cleaning out my closet for a garage sale. Fun-fun-fun-fun, yes?
- Mood:annoyed
- Music:Radiohead - Sail to the Moon
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Fullmetal Alchemist is (c) Arakawa, Emily Dickinson's poetry is (c) Emily Dickinson.
A/N: My third oneshot for the Royai 100 themes. This one is a little darker (I secretly love good angst stuff. So weird, I know). Concrit is welcomed and greatly appreciated; I know I've still got plenty to improve in my writing. Thank-you.
The office is dark and quiet when she finally closes and locks the door behind her. Everyone else had long ago left, eager to be gone after a long day of uneventful paper-shuffling. Riza cannot help but think how nice it is, to sit in a cool air-conditioned building with comfy chairs and coffee and nowhere to go, no people to fight fight fight...
It has been a awhile since she's seen actual combat, but the feel of it has been driven into her very bones. She knows what the desert will look like this time of year, many miles away in what was once the great nation of Ishbal. She knows every notch and pockmark in every one of her guns, every smooth twist and slide of every mechanism that will make every bullet fly true. She knows, she knows...
Quietly, Riza closes and locks the door behind her.
Her companies astir, -
A presence of departed acts
At window and at door.
There is a bottle (of... something... there's a label on it but Roy can't quite get his eyes to focus enough to read) sitting on the table before him, amber liquid sparkling in the dim light from two solitary candles. He can see his own distorted reflection in the glass - one minute there, the next gone as his head spins slightly and he closes his eyes.
He does not let himself fall asleep; he does not dare risk dreams of the horrors that dance in his head, behind his eyelids...
And lighted with a match,
Perusal to facilitate
Of its condensed dispatch.
Not even God can heal;
For 't is His institution, -
The complement of hell.
- Emily Dickinson
Thank-you for reading, and I hope that you enjoyed it.
- Mood:grumpy
- Music:Firefly by Breaking Benjamin
Rating: G
A/N: First of my attempts at the Royai 100 themes. Pretty short one, just to start out.
022. God
Riza had grown up in an alchemist’s household; anything remotely mysterious or supernatural could be easily explained with charts and diagrams, simple formulas and calculations. Water disappearing from the glass by the window? Evaporation, of course. Why the sun moves across the sky? That one had taken her father a half an hour and several astronomy charts, but in the end he had successfully killed any sense of magic to the phenomenon.
Watching the Ishbalans die for this invisible, unproven god –
killing them in cold blood, for this blind faith, with her own two hands
– only served to prove how the explanations of math, of physics and chemistry and even of proper grammar, were so much more solid than tales of gods and goddesses, fantastic heroes and magical animals. Much more real.
Much more safe.
But standing here, listening to the homunculus, Lust, it all seems so
far
away.
No.
The colonel couldn’t be dead.
Please, no.
Riza knows there are statistics – there are formulas of probability and percentages and all the physical proof that shows when someone is lying, but right now all she can think of is his quick, charming smile and the droning thump-thump-thump of her own heart.
Dear god, please, no.
xxXXxxXXxx
Rating: G
A/N: Second oneshot. This one is slightly longer and has more action in it. I liked the idea behind it, but I'm not sure I portrayed it the way I wanted to...
085. Surprise Attack
“Is dinner ready yet?”
Riza barely contains an exasperated sigh, instead forcing herself to turn to Mr. Mustang and say, with a deceptively calm face, “Yes, it’s ready now.”
“Well, about time!” He pulls out his chair and plops down at the table without preamble, fork already halfway to his mouth before Riza coughs quietly. Mr. Mustang stops mid-bite, giving her a concerned look. “Are you alright? Do you need a drink of water?”
Riza’s patience has slipped enough in the last fifteen minutes that she allows herself to frown, just a tiny bit. “No. I was going to say, please enjoy the meal.”
“Oh. Well, thank you. I will.”
She forces herself to cut up her food slowly, doing her abject best to ignore the loud clinking and chewing noises coming from her right. She ignores them so fiercely that it takes Riza several moments to realize that the sounds have stopped. She looks over at Mr. Mustang to find him gazing at the kitchen doorway, seeming slightly puzzled.
“Is something the matter?” she asks politely.
“Huh? Oh, I was just wondering if Sensei was going to come and eat,” Mr. Mustang explained, not even sparing Riza a glance as he stuffs another spoonful of cooked peas into his mouth.
It takes more self-restraint than Riza thought to keep from smacking his wrist like a reproachful nanny. This pale, skinny, dark-haired boy hasn’t even been in her house for a full twenty-four hours, and here he is, pestering her about dinner for a whole twenty minutes, and then gorging himself silly once she sets it down in front of him. And even though he is only four years older than her, she automatically calls him “mister” because he is fourteen and she is only ten!
The spoon is in her hand almost before Riza has a chance to think, and then the glob of food is zooming through the air straight towards Mr. Mustang’s face, where it lands with a strangely satisfying splat!
For a moment they are both completely still, staring at each other.
With mashed potatoes and gravy stuck to his forehead and dripping down his nose, Riza can’t think of Roy Mustang as a “mister” anymore – he is just a pale, skinny, dark-haired boy who she hasn’t even known for twenty-four hours, sitting in her kitchen gorging himself silly on her food…
And she starts to laugh.
“What, you think throwing food at me is funny?” Roy gives her a furious glare – but there is amusement sparking in his dark eyes as he reaches toward his own plate full of food.
The food fight lasts all of two minutes – the same amount of time it takes Hawkeye-sensei to come tromping down the stairs from his study, ready for his evening meal. He is less than pleased to find his new pupil doubled over laughing – with mashed potatoes on his face and creamed corn on his collar and was that a pat of butter melting in his hair? – while his daughter attempted to lick jam off her nose. She was apparently oblivious to the large glob of gravy in her bangs, the peas scattered across the kitchen, and the remnants of what seems to be a whole biscuit (peach jelly and all) in her lap.
But even as she spends her evening on the cool wood floor of the kitchen, hunting for stray peas, Riza cannot quite manage to hide the small smile creeping across her lips.
- Mood:tired
- Music:Rooftops - Lostprophets
I gave up any hope of salvaging Greeting Death - it's back to its original oneshot form and it's staying that way.
On a better note, I've been playing around with a few of the Royai 100 themes. I've done two so far, but I'm not sure about posting them anywhere yet. Probably start out here on lj, though...
Also been working on and off on a Bleach mmv. I don't know if its Windows Movie Maker or what, but something's spazzing out my audio...
Stupid All Region band tryouts were Saturday. I spent three hours sitting in a freezing cold band hall (on the TILE - noooo, chairs are too much to ask for), drumming on my legs until it was my turn. Where my mind went blank and I just sped through all three pieces, wrong notes or not. I hate stuff like that.
And, though I'm sure my whining was very entertaining (not), The End.
- Location:home
- Mood:bored
- Music:Wasting My Time by Default
<< Sullen Vent of Half-Awake Diseased-ness >>
Because I just need to freaking complain.
I'm always cold. I'm always tired. I really, really, really want some ice to eat ; . ;
The previous facts have led the good doctor to conclude that I have anemia.
The iron supplements that are supposed to help my anemia not only made me sick to my stomach, but :
- I cannot consume bread, milk, or any dairy product one hour before or two hours after taking them
and
- I cannot lay down for thirty minutes after taking them
The nausea lasted until the next day, when I was at stupid school, where I could hardly lift my head off the desk because I was so weak and tired.
After suffering through over half of the school day, I finally dragged myself to the nurse's office. Because I was struggling not to start crying and pass out on the floor, she (thank god) let me go home without a fuss.
I got home and immediately conked out for five hours straight. When I finally woke up, I had a minor fever and a throat so sore I could hardly choke down a sip of water. The coughing, needless to say, did not do any good.
The fever didn't go away, so I had to haul off to the doctor's (again), where he told me I had the flu. The medicine he gave me was okay, but it nothing to help my worst symtoms (i.e. the sore throat and coughing).
To Sum It All Up :
I have like a billion medicines to take
My throat hurts like crap and people keep trying to talk to me
I can't hardly eat anything I like for a good portion of the day (when I can eat at all)
I can only just recently stay awake for more than an hour without collapsing back asleep
I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY WANT SOME ICE :(
~ decemberWriter
- Location:My sickbed
- Mood:Germ-y
- Music:Wing-Stock by Ashley MacIsaac
Researching neurotechnology (school project)
Slaving over Greeting Death (the thing is a mass of bad -cough-no-cough- planning)
Researching for Frozen Memories
Working on my half-wit HTML/CSS skills
What I've Been Doing:
Skulking around dA
Skulking around FF.net
Burying myself in emo fiction novels
Listening to my entire iTunes library 3 times
As you can see, I haven't been very productive lately. The few things I do get done are all for school, and as soon as they're done and turned in, I get assigned more.
However, it can be put off for a bit. So I spent the afternoon working on these:
And playing Bleach: Shattered Blade on Wii. Those stupid dub voices annoy the heck out of me, but otherwise, I enjoy it quite a bit. :3
So-o-o-o... yeah. That's it.
~ decemberWriter ~
- Location:Nowhere in particular...
- Mood:Lazy
- Music:Biała Flaga by Bracia
So, in other news...
I have no other news. Good-bye!
~ decemberWriter ~
- Location:Home (where else?)
- Mood:Cheery
- Music:Going Under by Evanescence
Christmas vacation has finally started - I'm so happy I could dance (but I won't). We put up our Christmas tree last weekend. It's sitting in the living room with presents underneath, glowing and glittering and making me all fuzzy with Christmas spirit.
And without school tying up the daytime hours, the pre-holiday chaos has substancially subsided - enough for me to get some quality couch potato time in.
I haven't been totally slacking, though. Recently, I've been looking into getting a tablet. My current choice is an Intuos3 6x8. I'm rather hoping that I won't get one for Christmas, that way I pick out one that I like and that will work with what I want to do (especially since I just figured out what model I want this morning :X). I'll just have to keep my fingers crossed and hope it's a Wii or something.
~ decemberWriter ~
Random Stories About My Life:
- Location:Home
- Mood:Sleepy
- Music:Nemo by Nightwish
Alright, if you can't tell - I'm very new at this kind of stuff. MySpace, livejournal... it's all a foreign language to me. So-o-o-o....
Let's start with some interests, shall we?
Ehhh.... that's it for now, I guess. (I really had nothing to say to begin with).
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- Music:None (surprisingly)
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