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Danny Butterman of Hot Fuzz: Have you ever fired two guns whilst jumping through the air?
Riza Hawkeye of FMA: …bitch, please.




But she only does it on days that end in Y.

And now back to my regularly-scheduled program of trying to write a sci-fi-y future!London and doing an unbelievably crap job.

Winter is coming Click the banner for the first chapter of the Evil Fic. XD





Bonus: Bad Pun Miles is now on Tumblr. There are spoilers for the entirety of both series, I'm afraid. Also, soul-killing puns. SO MUCH SOUL DEATH AL WOULD FLIP.

Today I'd just like to share a little experience relating to a disease I have called FOOT-IN-MOUTH SYNDROME.

…what do you mean is it FMA of course it's FMA. But it sort of applies to fandom in general; the same thing happened to me in Death Note once upon a time, which is why I should NEVER have been stupid enough to talk like this in the first place. XD

( Embark with me, won't you? )

And now, back to writing crackfic and lamenting/enjoying the sheer ludicrousness of my existence. XD''

Once upon a time (September 2011), I received a Fanfiction.net private message that I didn't really know how to respond to. Some of you may remember that this was not exactly the most fantastic period of my life, so I eventually replied trying to sidestep the problem, although I like to think the alternative solution I offered was not entirely ungenerous.

But I kind of always wanted to say more. And I'm kind of a bitch. So today I went back and picked out all the things that really bothered me about that note. If you have any illusions that I'm a nice person, and you'd like to keep them, you should probably stop reading now. ♥

( No, really, it's 'a lot'. It's always going to be 'a lot'. It can never be anything except 'a lot'. ('Alright' isn't a word either.) )

NOW YOU'RE TOTALLY WISHING THIS WAS AN FMA-RELATED CRACKPOST, AREN'T YOU? AREN'T YOU? :'D

Spoilers unless you know what scene the icon's from, haha. XD

( A LOL MACRO + COMMENTARY. …yeah, that's it. )

It's okay, guys. Roy knows I love him because I keep writing porn about him. That's pretty much the definition of the word "love" as far as fandom is concerned.

This could not be more my fault – as eltea put it upon presenting this unrivaled beauty to me, I "have magical powers of crackbunnying." But since I actually cried laughing, I feel absolutely no remorse. :'D

SPOILERS for FMA: Brotherhood! Also, HIGH-QUALITY COCAINE!

Scar lol from Eltea on Vimeo.

(Have you seen SNAPVID? See snapvid.)

eltea and I were commiserating/despairing yesterday about how Katniss in The Hunger Games takes a turn for the Bella Swan-ish in Catching Fire – apparently having forgotten that she spent the duration of the first book being awesome. Evidently a whole book of female empowerment was exhausting, so it was high time for some boyfriend-related wangst.

Uh, what the hell, culture? Can we please find a way of expressing femininity that involves neither (a) Katy Perry destroying my childhood by turning Candyland into a brothel; nor (b) insecure young women being ordered to prostrate themselves on the altar of man-worship? Related: Fuck you, Katy Perry; learn to spell.

Well, I quit. FUCK THAT NOISE, as Dana from Reasoning with Vampires would say (and often does). I'm going to be an FMA girl. Henceforth will I kick all of the asses and look good. Note: I'm not as concerned about the looking good part; I'd rather have an opponent's blood on my face than makeup.

So here are my FMA ladies and the reasons that they make me proud to bear a second X chromosome.

( Mild spoilers. But mostly just love. )

Sometime I might say more about the way male-female relationships manifest in FMA, and why those, too, make me weep for JOY rather than for BOY. In the meantime, if I've missed any ladies from FMA, or if you'd like to add a tribute to your own personal favorite female badass in the comments, please sing her praises below. ♥

This one is totally icequeenrex's fault, although she didn't do it on purpose. ♥ XDDD





…if you know what I mean.

For a tiny bit of something awesome that isn't FMA (blasphemy!): Murray Gold playing the Eleventh Doctor's theme on the piano~ …is it wrong that this is the most I've wanted to watch Series 6 since being bored to tears with most of Series 5? >____>

Also, I'm not allowed to do any more ludicrously useless Photoshop projects for at least a week, because my neck hurts like a BITCH, omg. XD

**EDIT** In a beautiful, cocaine-y circle of fandommy un-productivity, eltea spent fifteen minutes of her life that she'll never get back making pretty much the best thing ever. And that one was MY fault. XDDDD