melinie17

This is for a Secret Santa thing hosted by Simply-Psycho, so you can ignore this if you're not a participant (unless you just want to give me things, which I will happily accept )

Death stood alone, watching the wheat dance in the wind. Of course, it was only a metaphor. People were more than corn. They whirled through tiny crowded lives, driven literally by clockwork, filling their days from edge to edge with the sheer effort of living. And all lives were exactly the same length. Even the very long and very short ones. From the point of view of eternity, anyway.
And at the end of all stories Azrael, who knew the secret, thought:
I REMEMBER WHEN ALL THIS WILL BE AGAIN.

- Reaper Man, Terry Pratchett

Happy New Year, everyone. Here's to another year of plentiful harvest, another measure of Time used well, and another page of our lives written, 'til the clock turns again.

THIS MOVIE, MAN, THIS MOVIE

AHHHHHHHHH

IT'S JUST AS AWESOME AS I IMAGINED IT (I'M TALKING AVENGERS-LEVEL AWESOME, MAN. THAT'S LIKE SUPERFUCKINGAWESOME RIGHT THERE). But enough of the capslock. Time to get serious

I can't be the only one that ships Pitch/Sandy, right? I know a lot of people like Jack/Pitch (which I'm fine with as long as Jack tops ) and Jack/Bunnymund (), but come on! This is totally how it went down before the movie (the official prequel comic and the original books not withstanding): Pitch was Sandy's bitch (those scenes with Sandy beating Pitch with his sparkly sand whips were absolutely GLORIOUS) who ran away after he felt he wasn't getting enough lurve and Sandy was getting harsher and harsher with the bondage-play so he turned evil and decided to get revenge and shit goes down and oh man this is the most crack-filled thing I've ever written but it looked so beautiful in my head

TO MICROSOFT WORD! FEED ALL THE PLOT BUNNIES!

But seriously, www.youtube.com/watch?v=_TJzHA… Pay attention to Sandy's glare. That glare just screams "What you doin out of the bedroom bitch I told you wait there quietly with yo' ass up in the air and yo' fancy robe-skirt lifted up so daddy can whip dat pretty gray ass into shreds WHAT THE FUCK AM I WRITING.




I need some sleep.

Oh my God.
Oh my fucking God.
Oh my rainbowshitting unicornfucking God.
Everybody.
Go watch 007: Skyfall.
Do it you sons of bitches.
You will shit rainbows and vomit sparkles.
And you will enjoy every fucking glorious moment.
Fuck I need to calm the fuck down. I'm swearing too much goddammit. This is what happens when I see something too fucking beautiful to handle.

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Ok, now that I've calmed down a bit (OHMYFUCKINGGODTHISFILMISSOBEAUTIFUL), here's my honest opinion on the movie Skyfall. Ahem.

Gay sparkles everywhere. Just, rainbows and FAABULOUS all the fuck over the place. The bit with Silva's (the bad guy) backstory was pretty awesome in my opinion. And the opening music. Oh my fuck that music. That was the sole reason why I was interested in seeing the film in the first place.

The final battle between Silva and Bond was slightly disappointing though. The new characters were awesome, the new M is pretty awesome, even though I died a little inside when the former M... left her position. The new Q looks like Doctor Who, which is pretty awesome.

Oh, and Silva's hair? Floppy strands of FABULOUS~

First Journey Into Mystery and now this? YOU'RE TEARING ME APART, KIERON.
I can't handle all these feels right now. Kieron Gillen you magnificent bastard. I hate you. I love you. You are my favourite comics writer ever. Now go away and leave my broken heart alone.


I swear, only a comic would be able to give me so many feels.