Under the moon's sheets

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 02:17:30 GMT

PROOOOMPTS.... GIVE ME PROOOOMPTS....

please?

I am such...

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 01:05:15 GMT

A geek.

This is me, posting with my wii. Why you ask? Because I can! >.<. This is far more fun then it should be. >.> I should be stopped.

I go now.

OMG! I so need to try to play a neopets game on this!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS Part 4

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:16:59 GMT

Please see first post

Title: Snowfall
For: [Bad username: âravens_risingâ]
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Shunsui/Ukitake
Rating: PG

After all the years they knew one another, as friends and as lovers, there were some things about Jyuushiro that absolutely baffled Shunsui. For one, how someone so sickly could find so much energy a zest for certain things was remarkable. How he could always find candy was another. But one thing he couldn’t get over was his love for snow, which was what was making this trip to Earth so enjoyable.

HE had insisted on celebrating Christmas for once. Those who had gone to earth with Kurosaki had told them such wonderful stories. So, Jyuushiro had decided that expanding traditions could be fun. Now, for all his calm heart he could be a convincingly determined man. So once Jyuushiro had explained to Shunsui that humans often also used the holiday as an excuse to drink and engage in…loving…acts, the other captain had to agree it couldn’t be that bad of an idea.

That’s how they found themselves here, arms full of paper bags from quaint little small shops, crossing over a park lake as snowflakes fell down around them. Jyuushiro looked up peacefully at them. He knew the other man well enough to know he was tiring, but didn’t want to give this rare trip away up. He edge closer, allowing Jyuushiro to be able to lean back against him. They had forgone their usual attire, though Shunsui’s shirt was just as catching as his uniform modification.

The two stood there wrapped up in the moment and one another for ages. Time was mostly irrelevant to them. Jyuushiro felt so small against him, so frail. If not for the warmth of the other he never would have known there was any form of life. He wondered if he was human, and had a real body, how he would handle this. IF he wasn’t a shinigami, Jyuushiro never would have lived this long. Shunsui clung tighter. He was like this snow he loved so much. He would quickly melt away.

The realization hit him hard. He closed his eyes behind the other man. He thought for a moment that he was able to understand now why humans celebrated so. With such a short breath of time, how could anyone resist not making every moment of their time together count?

“You ready?” He heard a softer voice ask. Shunsui nodded, leading them to where they could open a gate back to the Soul Society.

Title: Your Smile’s the Greatest Gift
For: [Bad username: âscarliteâ]
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Orihime/Ishida, Orihime/Ichigo suspicion.
Rating: PG

He wasn’t sure she knew how beautiful was. He didn’t mean her obliviousness to the pile of men at their school that desired her in less then gentlemanly ways. As much as he adored her, Uryuu would be the first to admit her occasional flightiness. Though he wasn’t so sure it was one of legitimacy and not a choice vision. He was more certain that she couldn’t see herself the way he saw her.

She was physically beautiful, of course. But her heart was so much purer, and strong, then his. In a lot of ways she was braver then he or Kurosaki had ever been. It took strength to smile. She had proven this to them time and time again. Yet those traits were so often ignored, and she shed more of those tears that broke his heart.

As much as he admired and valued Ichigo’s friendship, he hated him. Couldn’t he see the pain he caused her? Could he tell how much she loved him? His heart twisted. Why him? Hadn’t he always been kind to her? Hadn’t he always been there? After all, Orihime had been one of the first people to actually know him.

Uryuu sank down on the park bench, shoving his mitted hands into his pockets. He watched as a sickeningly sweet happy couple from his class passed by him. He looked away. He couldn’t take it.

“Uryuu!” He opened his eyes; to see the very woman he thought so often standing beside him, out of breath. The track trail behind her clearly showed she had been running. “There you are! You’re a very hard person to catch.” She pouted at him as she fished into the sidebag, pulling out a box wrapped in white and blue.

“I hope you like it, I mean it’s not great. I’m not as good as you, but…I tried really really hard like you taught me and oh….heh..” She chuckled nervously. “Merry Christmas!”

Uryuu couldn’t help but notice the slight flushing on her cheeks. Was it from the run? OR was it something else? His heart skipped a beat as he took the gift in hand.

“I love it.” He muttered, his own flush starting to emerge.

“But you haven’t even—“ She looked puzzled.

“…I love it.” He repeated. She beamed.

Title: Unwrap Me
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: Kaien/Rukia
Rating: PG

There was to be a celebration in ordinance with the human world’s Christmas. Ukitake-taicho had demanded the 13th division to be decked from top to bottom, and Rukia was determined to make it perfect. She may not be a seated division member, but that didn’t mean she shouldn’t try her hardest. And so far she succeeded. Everything was spotless. The food was ready. Music had been arranged. Decorations had been put up, and the tree had been stood. There was only one thing that was missing.

The tree topper.

Rukia stood with the star in her hand, looking puzzled at it. The others had left as she assumed the duty of finishing up. She had managed to get the rest of the bulbs on the tree, but to her frustration her height kept her from that last step. She crossed her arms, knotting her eyebrows. This would never do. She was a Kuchiki! Something like this shouldn’t stop her.

“A little help there short stuff?” She jumped, wobbling on the chair when the loud and close voice jostled her from her trance. The chair below her wobbled, sending her flying backwards into the air. She prepared to catch herself on her feet, but found a pair of arms around her before she could.

“Careful there.” The division’s lieutenant smiled down at her. She blushed madly. “Tree star, huh?” She nodded, adverting her gaze.

“Well, how about this.” He said after examining the height. He shifted her small frame in his arms until he was hugging her waist from her back. Slowly he lifted her up. Her head clearing to realize what the purpose was she completed her task of placing the top on. She could hear Kaien chuckling.

He turned her around, lowering her a bit in the process. She was almost face to face with him, her arms looped around his neck for support. She felt completely lecherous for the thoughts that ran through her head.

“Like the view?” He asked, his lowered voice and darkened eyes clearly showing that she was not the only one who felt guilty for similar intentions. She nodded slowly, feeling herself gravitated towards him. Her heart thudded within its confines. His breath came so close to her own when they simultaneously blinked. Kaien put her down onto the ground.

“Uh…ahem…good job, Kuchiki. Sure people will be proud!” He ruffled her hair before quickly exiting, leaving her utterly disheveled…in several meanings of the term.

Title: Just Another Work Day
Fandom: Bleach
Pairing: MintyCherry (Shuuhei/Renji)
Rating: Tish
A/N: I blame Mokona-chan for this one. It’s all her fault.

They had been stationed on earth again. This time, they had to be a little less conspicuous. So, some of the shinigami were sent into positions. And most were quite fitting. Rangiku had been placed in a beauty solon. Kira became a personal assistant. But then there was Shuuhei and Renji. They had been placed together…in a pet store.

After Renji had stopped bitching, prompted by the case of his life with a ridiculously bowed bulldog…Renji had been the running one, he decided that it wasn’t so bad at all. Sure there were all the girly pets like the birds and cats. But some of the puppies there and dogs that were brought in for grooming were some hefty manly creatures! He couldn’t help but wonder if any were related to Shuuhei’s captain, though.

He was actually amazed at how good Shuuhei was with the puppies. They were particularly obedient and fond of him. One pup, an adorable mix with a single paw that wasn’t tipped with white, seemed to follow him constantly. This had been a source of trouble for the lieutenant.

“I think she likes you.” Renji commented, amused. “Does the 9th division allow pets?”

“She can’t come with us.” Did Shuuhei almost seem…sad? Well, shit. Renji never thought he’d see the day.

“Well, we could always, like, track her. When she passes on we could find her. There are animals in the soul society too, you know.” The words came out like sand paper.

“Hmm.” Shuuhei acknowledged this, picking the puppy up and scratching between her ears. The puppy avoided his gaze, but looked at Renji with a ferocity that said only one thing: MINE. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“…I think she’s a little confused.” He grumbled. Apparently Shuuhei had caught the vibe and grinned.

“Don’t worry, I’ll set her straight.” Abarai snickered.

When they closed down for the night, it was a peaceful walk back to the apartment they were sharing. The weren’t many for words in general when together. But tonight seemed different.

“You know, you’re kind of like the that pit bull we had in today.”

“How the hell was I like that mongrel?”

“Rough, gruff, but there’s one thing you’re both very good at.” He stopped, smirking as he turned into the complex their rooms were at.

“And that is?” Renji asked by the time they reached the door.

“You both come when I tell you do.”

Renji growled, deciding right then and there that he might as well show his former senpai just how much of an animal he could be.

I hope you all enjoyed, and many well wishes!

HAPPY CHRISTMAS Part 3

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:10:32 GMT

please see first post

Title: Perfection
For: [Bad username: âstarandreaâ]
Fandom: Jungle Fury
Pairing: Rasey
Rating: PG
A/N: takes place in Saana ‘verse because Star doesn’t seem to mind it, and I needed a Saana fix!!

“Casey?” R.J. asked as he ascended into the loft. The tiger was pacing furiously. “Casey?” he repeated, questioning.

The red ranger was mumbling to himself, jumping from one bag to the other. He’d jump from one box to the other. All and all he was completely oblivious to everything around him.

“CASEY.” R.J. insisted, catching up with him to grab him by the shoulders. “You okay?”

“We’re not ready.” Casey said, dark bags under his eyes. “We’re no where near ready!”

“For what?” R.J. looked baffled.

“CHRISTMAS!” he insisted. “We have no decorations, I don’t even know where to hide presents in a place like this. Where do we get a tree? How do we even get one up here? How—“

R.J. laughed. He released the tiger that was looking at him completely offended. He crossed his arms in his own defense.

“Casey, we have almost a month. I think we can pull it together by then.” He reassure his mate, reaching out to rub his neck lightly.

“I guess… I just, I want everything to be perfect.” He relented, leaning in to hug the wolf. “It’s our first one together, and I want Saana to remember this one.”

“Casey, this isn’t our first. And she’s three. She probably won’t.” He chuckled.

“You never know! And it is!” He insisted. R.J. looked at him as if her were crazy. “It’s our first one as, well, you know, as a family.” He mumbled into R.J.’s shoulder.

R.J.’s heart melted. He pulled back slightly to give his mate a quick kiss. He held the worried cheek with a smile. “Yea, it is. But, that’s exactly what’s going to MAKE it perfect. Family.”

Casey smiled, visibly relaxing. He pulled back into the other’s arms, allowing himself to relax a moment. When he had more control he backed up and looked around the room. For all he felt, the room itself could have been twinkling with decorations as he bathed in the love around him.

Title: Families
For: Musiclvr2123
Fandom: Glee
Pairing: none
Characters: Quinn, Rachael primarily.
Rating: PG

After the revelation of parenthood, Quinn had hit an all time low. She had been able to return to Finn’s house longer then to sneak in for her possessions. She was officially homeless. Homeless and pregnant. At sixteen.

Life sucked.

But one thing she wasn’t was alone. She hadn’t wanted to face anyone from the Glee club, but Rachael was as persistent as she was annoying. Before she knew it, Quinn was being dragged back to the ambitious girl’s home. She wasn’t sure how, or why, but a single night’s crash turned into an extended stay.

Rachael’s parents were nice enough. They didn’t ask questions. They didn’t pester about rent. If anything they were too nice. As for the brunette girl, she had kept her distance enough. She knew that it was not an ideal situation, but it was a fix.

She never expected it to start feeling like home. But the day she brought her little girl there after she had been born it hit her. Somehow, this strange setting had become just that. Quinn sat on the couch feeding her daughter as Rachael’s dads hung lights on the banisters and Rachael finished putting the trimming on the tree. Suddenly she stopped, and from nowhere picked out a small white box. She pushed it towards the former Cherrio.

“We don’t exactly do the Christmas thing, so I hope all of this is right. We’re kind of going by old movies and songs,” Rachael tried to laugh. “But I know you do. And it never hurt a child to be raised cross culturally. Studies show it even is more effective in helping one decide on their own faith.”

“So, here. Merry Christmas.” Rachael finished. Quinn blinked, reaching out. She hadn’t even thought about it. The family she was staying with was Jewish. She had even witnessed the Hanukkah ceremony. They had included her. Why hadn’t she realized it?

Her fingers worked at the paper. Inside was a small red sock with her daughter’s name sewn in at the top next to a teddy bear. Quinn clasped her hand over her mouth. They had done this, all of this, for them. She tried to speak, but couldn’t.

Rachael leaned down to hug her friend, the baby cooing happily between them. Quinn hugged back. Somehow things had come together. While there was still so much pain, a small spot in her couldn’t be happier.

Title: Correction.
For: [Bad username: âsolarbaby614â]
Fandom: Shelter
Paring: Shaun/Zach
Rating: PG

Zach couldn’t remember the last holiday that had actually felt like a holiday. He hadn’t really had reason to celebrate. I mean, sure, he had always managed to put together Christmas for Cody, but it had always felt so hollow. His stupid mother was rarely even barely conscious. No one helped with the decorating, and Zach had always been the one to shell out for presents, and he usually ended up working on Christmas. It was worth it to see his face in the morning. Even so it had never really felt joyful.

This year couldn’t be more different. Zach was curled up on in front of the fireplace and Christmas tree. Shaun was at the oppisite end of the furniture with a book in hand. Cody was in bed, finally, dreaming of Santa and the toys he was sure to bring. A smile pressed itself at Zach’s lips. With an itch he edged towards his partner. Shaun gladly opened a free arm up to him.

Zach kisses his cheek happily. The writer looked away from the book in his hand to Zach, not quite understanding the random gesture. Zach smiled, wrapping an arm around him.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” Shaun chuckled. “Everything. This. You. For making Christmas feel right again.” Shaun chuckled, discarding the book to properly cuddle.

“Well, thank you for helping make that come true yourself.” Zach smiled, laying his head on the other’s chest as they both looked towards the fire. He exhaled, content. The two stayed like that for a countless amount of time until finally the bell chimed midnight, alerting them to the fact that Santa needed to visit soon, and that they’d have a very excited little boy in the morning.

Just as it should be.

HAPPY CHRISTMAS Part 2

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:06:11 GMT

Please see first post.

For: [Bad username: âlassroyaleâ]
Title: Bless Traditions
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Rating: PG

The Yule celebration was high upon Camelot. Those from near kingdoms had come to gather at the palace for the grand celebration that was to be held while those of lesser blood merrily held their own festivities in the lower town. Everywhere was the buzz of excitement that came with this time of uplift among darkness.

There was one person, however, that was not taking such a fancy to the party. Merlin, the prince’s manservant, was in fact missing. This was a most distressing event for Arthur who was nearly running late for his own appearance. His father would have his head if he continued to delay.

At long last the Servant burst through the door, looking tattered and bruised and quite out of breathe. Arthur was about to reprimand him when Merlin dug into the scraps of a shirt he had left. He held out a plain leather sack to the prince.

“Ha-Happy …Yule…” He coughed. Arthur forgot his demand, but skeptically looked at the package.

Inside was a clasp of some age. It was gold with silver plating, baring a symbol that had some familiarity to it. A bolt of recognition hit him. It was his mother’s family seal. The prince’s mind churned as he vaguely remembered reminiscing about having only once met his grandparents.

“…Thank you, Merlin.” The rare words slipped passed his lips as he placed it into his cloak. “You may take some time to wash before coming to the servant’s table.” He offered, much more tenderly then he would have other wise.

“…Thanks, sir.” Merlin raised his brows with recognition.

As Arthur stepped out into the corridor he heard his named called. HE turned only to meet his servant’s body against his, and a foreign pair of lips on his own. This had only happened once before, an event he ordered Merlin to forget, if only because he was afraid of how much he wanted something other. . He was once again about to yell at him when he saw a finger pointed up.

“Mistletoe.” Merlin muttered. Arthur just nodded and walked down the corridor completely forgetting his argument

Since I have general SPN fans here, two drabbles, but since the 2nd is from one of my others ‘verses, sadly a double dedication for the first.

Title: Gifts
For: [Bad username: â9_of_clubsâ]
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas
Rating: T

Castiel wasn’t quite sure why humans celebrated Christmas the way they did. True, it was a shiny moment of history, one that should not be forgotten, even if humans did manage to celebrate in the complete oppisite season. Still, he also understood that it was not something the Winchesters were overly pleased with. It seemed they had horrible luck with the holiday. This was no different.

They had been chasing a particularly horrible ghoul who ended up taking its own bite out of the brothers. Dean had even managed to be possessed and had attempted to …well, furtively be a very bad boy with the angel. Sam had found the solution just before he got a show he really didn’t want to see.

The brothers were sore, tired, and completely not in the holiday spirit. It was exactly why Castiel had vowed to change that. By the time they had returned to the hotel they found several colors of lights and a mini decorated tree. Castiel played dumb. Dean regretted showing him sarcasm.

For Sam Castiel had a new computer with an impossibly large memory capacity that was half full with every sort of electronic encyclopedia with short cuts to most frequent and relevant knowledge concerning their line or work as well as a folder on recent developments in legal practice. And a password to guard it from Dean.

Dean look stinted when he saw no gift for him. Castiel lead him back outside. Now, Dean being the ever selectively observant person he was immediately recognized a change. That was, of course, that his car looked, well shiny.

“I realize you keep care of your vehicle.” Castiel said, “But even with modification and upkeep, such an old model is sure to fail. I thought the best gift I could give you would be to refashion the composition of the metal integrity to manufacturer standard.”

“…You supped up my car?”

“Yes.”

Dean stood there for a few minutes. He chewed his lip before grinning wickedly. Holding that smirk he dragged Cas towards her. “That means, my baby’s a virgin.”

“…I …suppose?” Castiel failed to see the connection.

“How about you help me deflower her?” He growled low, popping the backdoor open.

The angel, for once, obeyed.

Title: Calendar Space
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Dean/Cas, Sam/Pamela, Chuck/Becky
Rating: PG
A/N: This is a tag to my “Pages” story. Reading it is unnecessary, but be warned it’s an AU.

Dean could hardly believe that a little over three years had passed since he had met Castiel. God how his life had changed since then. They all had changed.

Castiel had agreed to be a chairman of his father’s company after he had passed away. His older brother took over primary control, but gave his younger brother a task he greatly enjoyed. Castiel found himself the overseer of the financial organization and supporter for small businesses. The company also offered yearly financial support scholarships for those starting their own businesses. Dean had been the first recipient.

He had opened his dream shop within months of receiving it, being partially though his degree at the local community and technical college. Business had boomed, and he loved every moment of it.

Castiel had kept his jobs; somehow juggling the three after dropping a few of his normal courses onto others lists. He had moved out of the duel apartment he had shared with Chuck into a place that was more in between his two places of employment. This was convienienttly close to Dean’s school as well. He had moved in with him …for the ease of travel of course.

They gathered at Castiel’s (and Dean’s) rather spacious abode around a gold and silver Christmas tree. Chuck was accompanied by a lovely blonde who he had met at a signing of his newest book, an extension of his all time popular magazine stories that happened to be based on the home’s residents. It seemed that Becky and her brother were huge fans. As their other guests floated around the room, Dean found his brother pacing in the kitchen.

“Whoa, you’re going to wear a hole there, bud.” He snickered, tipping up his beer.

“Maybe I shouldn’t do this. I mean… you know Pam. She hates this sort of stuff. I mean I don’t want to be the fool. But it’s so unlike her and—“

“Well, first off you realize you’re the only one she lets call her that, right?” He started.

“I guess.”

“I think she’ll make a few exceptions for you, bro. So what have you got to lose? At the very least she’ll get a good laugh. Besides.” He said with all seriousness. “This type of stuff goes two ways, right? I mean this is something you want. So maybe she’ll hang a few of her own philosophies.” Sam nodded, convincing himself of things before nodding with a grin.

“Right. Thanks, Dean!” He skipped off into the living room, almost bumping into Cas who was coming in.

“What was that about?” The professor inquired as his lover wrapped an arm around his shoulder, giving him a quick kiss.

“Oh, I think we’ll find out soon enough.” Dean smiled walking back into their living room where his brother was rather hastily pushing a gift towards his older girlfriend.

“Calm down, grumpy.” She scolded him with a laugh as she put down the water she had been drinking to take the paper in hand.

They crowd seemed to quiet down a little, sensing Sam’s eagerness as she unwrapped the gift. Inside was another box, and another. Pamela shot a comment about having to work for her presents until at last she hit the last tiny one. Shooting him a curious look. He nodded. She opened, and gaped.

“Well…uh…well.” She cleared her throat.

“Well?” He repeated, twiddling his thumbs.

She took the gift out and admired it for a moment. “I suppose if I’m ever going to be tied down, I could think of worse people to be attached to.” She smirked, her eyes twinkling as she put her hand forward. Sam almost dropped the ring as he slipped it onto her finger. The room whooped and cheered. Becky aww-ed. The couple didn’t seem to notice, far too tied up in the obligatory PDA.

Castiel was all smiles, leaning into his partner, a feeling of contentment running across him. They weren’t overly touchy feely, but this seemed like an appropriate action. Dean held him close.

“Careful, bro. You know what they say. Keep it up, and Cas her might pressure me to follow suit. Women. They’re all the same.” This prompted a poke in the ribs from Castiel, and a paper cup upside the head from Pamela. Laughter resounded

HAPPY CHRISTMAS! Part 1

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 05:00:45 GMT

HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL! There were all done today, most after work, so I beg your forgiveness on some mistakes. :)

I also have a couple non-dedicated for general fandoms of people here, because I didn't have time to get one
done for everyone.

ENJOY!

For: easy_to_corrupt
Title: Warmth in the Chill
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Lucian/Sonja
Rating: PG

The room was as cold as the ice that lined the open windows. Even lycans could feel the bitterness even if it wouldn’t kill them. Lucian looked out into the drops of snow that would soon become the blizzard he felt tickling in the back of his head. It was so much like that night, one that was far warmer then this dreadful day.

He had been minding his own business, doing his job dutifully, but then she had descended. The white flakes of winter dusted her hair like the diamond circlet that rested on her forehead and about her neck. She was dressed in a ravishing red, edged with silver. There was to be another gala this evening, in disguise of celebration of the Yule, as the mortals would be having similar festivities. The gracious heir to the coven was dressed to please and dazzle. But even as the two attempted not to even breath in one another’s direction in such a crowd, the lycan knew for certain that that certain smile was not for the other spectators, but for him.

The thoughts of the shadowy night warmed the outcast leader, creeping in like a comforting blanket. He let his eyes rest and for a brief moment drift into the luke warm remembrance before it settled into the cold hatred and remorse that fueled his campaign. Soon, he would howl into the night just as the storm’s winds. But for now, he rested.

For: [Bad username: âkinky_carterâ]
Title: Christmas Morning
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Ten/Rose
Rating: PG

“Doctor…where are we going?” Rose attempted to ask, knowing she’d never receive a straight answer. She rarely did.

“You’ll see Rose. You’ll see.”

“But, Doctor, its CHRISTMAS. I want to be HOME.” She sighed wistfully.

“And you’ll get there. Time machine, Rose.” He reminded her with a chuckle. “But the last few Christmases have been rubbish. And I, for one, think you deserve a decent present!”

She couldn’t help but feel a little touched by the sentiment. He was going through all this trouble simply to give her a good holiday. HE really was quite sweet, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

With a hissing jolt the TARDIS came to a stop. The Doctor beamed from ear to ear. Grabbing her hand enthusiastically and headed to the door. With a mischievous grin he smirked.

“Ready?”

“Always!”

The TARDIS opened, revealing a sparkling landscape. Snow was falling in Technicolor specks. Creatures of varying species laughed and chortled, seeming unaware of their arrival. The scents of the season were abound. Children squealed and giggled happily, rushing past them. Locals handed them the traditional necklaces of the day, offering treats and small gifts. Somehow the doctor managed to reciprocate.

“Like it?” He whispered to her as he took her hand.

“Love it.” She whispered, making sure she looked directly at him with her words, squeezing the offered hand ever so gently.

For: morgan52x
Title: Winter Lessons
Fandom: Doctor Who
Pairing: Jack/Nine
A/N: This takes place during a two-year period from an ancient fic of mine. Don’t need to know anything other then Jack was with the Doc in the years he was missing. And that Jack and the TARDIS are on good terms with one another.

There was one thing Jack had learned while traveling with the Doctor. Even if he could twist through time and space, and even If he had a very flimsy way of counting “actual” time in relation to aging of a normal human, he always refused to visit Christmas more then once a ‘year’. Of course, a year’s span was always a little flexible. Again, relatively.

The second thing he had learned was that he loved it just as much as any child. He was a good friend of Santa Claus, and had introduced them once. He had immediately stopped Jack from say ‘hello’ however. He would not, it seemed, allow a wonderful figure of children’s faith be corrupted by the insatiable Jack Harkness. The Captain took pride in this. He had spent the rest of the night showing the Doctor there was only one present he wanted for Christmas, anyway. Once again, night was entirely relative.

The third thing bit of trivia he had taken in was that the Doctor loved surprises. Usually he was the one giving them, and took more delight in his companions’ reactions then anything else. But in this case, Jack was determined to flip that on its side. It was with a little reluctance he had coaxed the Doctor to hand over the controls of the TARDIS, who purred happily with contentment and agreement of Jack’s intentions and so decided to cooperate a bit with him, and pilot them to an unknown location. He stopped the doctor’s spying with the help of the TARDIS that took delight in trapping its owner in her bowels for a few hours.

When they landed Jack took the Doctor outside. Earth, it seemed. Or rather the third Earth colony. It was all the same in the end. The Doctor was puzzled before Jack led him through the humble town to a modest house. Quietly the concealed themselves and peeked through windows at the children waking up to their packages and puppies. Jack delighted at seeing the contentment in The Doctor’s face.

As they strolled in through the Christmas morning markets, Jack found that the doctor was not disagreeable to having his hand held. This was a rare occasion; Jack thought it might be his present in fact. But as they poked through and watched, Jack was reminded of a fourth thing. The doctor’s greatest joy was in the simplicity of life. It was the closest thing a time lord could get to a fact. That stability must be comforting.

He had little time to muse. For the moment he was about to open his mouth, the Doctor tugged at him leading towards a frozen over lake. Laughter filled the air as they joined the others on the ice.

For:archbishop9
Title: Match
Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender
Pairing: light Taang (Toph/Aang)
Rating:PG

“I hate the snow.” Toph grumbled, crossing her arms as she curled up on a log. She said to the open air. She has escaped others. At least, she thought she had. There was so little dirt here let alone solid ground here. But it was Katara and Sokka’s turn.

Three years had passed since peace had started to settle over the world once more. The young group, now settled comfortably into social positions stemming from their success in the fight against the old fire nation, had regrouped for a reunion in Southern water tribe territory. Toph had been the most reluctant. She had important business to attend to.

Her family had released her of their protectiveness. She had been living on her own since, teaching earth bending to anyone who wasn’t whimp enough to stand ten minutes with her in a ring. Needless to say her reputation followed her. She only had two students, both of which were several years her senior.

“It must be hard for you here, huh?” Aang came up behind her.

“Oh thanks, air boy!” She snapped, trying to hide her jumping at his voice. She felt so out of place here, even if she’d be the last person to admit it.

“Here….” Aang offered, his voice soft. He had retreated to the abandoned place of his people frequently, trying not to lose touch of his culture. He had seen his share of lonely days since. Sure, Katara had understood, but he had never wanted to tie her down. They had parted on good terms the previous year.

With a quick wisp, the air around them dug out the snow and ice, making them plop down to a layer of frozen rock below it all. Toph flexed her feet. It wasn’t perfect, but it was something.

“Thanks.” She grumbled, feeling him sit next to her more form his heat then anything else.

“You know, maybe this could be like training?” He suggested, rubbing the back of his neck trying to find a way to make this process easier for her. “I mean, you can’t be the ultimate fighter if you don’t know how to work in all environments, right?”

Toph looked in his direction. She didn’t do this often. It’s not like she could actually see anyone. But his words, begrudgingly she allowed herself to admit, were kind of touching. She felt herself smiling, a slight blush crawling up on her face. She quickly recovered from that.

“RIGHT!” She hopped to her feet. “So how about it, Avvie? Wanna go for a round?”

Laughter filled the air. Aang took his stance. Toph took hers. The call of a bird acted as the starting bell.

And one more poll

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 16:55:21 GMT

Okay, with x-mas closing in, and since I only got one actual gift request, I've been trying to do a couple sketches for groups of people here, because we all like shiny things! But I only have time to do one or two more...so since YOUR the people being subjected to it... I ask if you want one based on:

Merlin
The Lion King
Power Rangers
Bleach
Wicked
Atlantis
Doctor Who
Original
Other (specify)

Also, I just caught Nika dipping her paw into Ziv's stocking. It was so adorable. (She was trying to get at the catnip stuffed sock that's like her favorite toy.)

Blissful Meeting

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 05:27:34 GMT

My apologies to solarbaby614 who's heard at least part of this rant 5000 times over the course of the last couple days. XD You can skip this entry hun. XD

I'd like to introduce you all to the most gorgeous girl I think I've ever met

Her name is Macie, and she is (sadly) not mine. Rather, she is the pup my cousin got for his boys for Christmas but who stopped in to say hello to us for a short time tonight. She hides at his fiancee's mother's house. This lil' beauty is a 2 1/2 month old German Shepherd/ Wolf mix. Despite breed, which mum would say, is the sweetest little thing in the world. She's so quiet and calm about everything. I convinced my cousin to put her down (she was perfectly content to be held, by the by) she came face-to-face with my younger (less skiddish) cat. They just kind of looked at each other until my kitty got scared by this big thing in its way and ran the other way. Macie just kinda was all *Shrug* buh-bye little fuzzy thing. OOH! what's that? *Sniff sniff sniff*

Hopefully I'll be able to get better pics of her. This was me trying to pay attention, and pet and attempt to play (She was far more interested in the scents) and get pics all in the like, four minutes my cousin let her out of his sight.

Seriously, I can't steal her. They're there. And I HAVE had a dog. Does he really think I wasn't on territory marking duty? *Shrug*

That is the highlight of my past two days.

SO many presents to complete in two days. x.x Gah. I'm not sure if I'm gonna make it. Is going to try my best, though!

Tomorrow is wrapping central *nod*

CALLING ALL WATCHERS...

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 04:01:30 GMT

Okay. So I didn't want to do it this way, but I'm afraid I'll forget someone if I don't do this. And that would break my heart ;.;.

if you want a digital x-mas/holiday present comment in this post.

1- DO NOT feel guilty over commenting! I wouldn't ask if I didn't want to make presents.
2- You do not get to chose content. (there has to be SOME surprise)
3- You DO get to chose the following - fic or art, personal or group (aka, want something just for joo or want to have a group piece put in dedication)
4- You will get priority over the people at DA, but this still might take longer than Christmas depending on how the next couple days go.

Love and hugs!

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Sat, 19 Dec 2009 13:41:44 GMT

Just to prove I'm a little more awesome then pectus_pectoris ( ;P )

I LUFF JOO ALLL!!!

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 00:41:13 GMT

This shouldn't bug me. This SHOULDN'T bug me. But it does, a lot.

So my aunt's birthday is the 24th. Kinda sucky when you think about it for her. So mum and I always try to get together with her on that day and do stuff completely non-christmasy. And we were going to do it this year, had her birthday present for ages, and was DARN proud of it. (Thank you, google. You help my sneaky skills.) And I was REALLY excited because the 24th is on a Thursday...and I have Thursdays off.

Her friend calls us this evening. She's having a surprise party for her on Sunday at the local pub. On Sunday. At 3.

SUNDAY...

Guess who works from 10:30-7.

Yup.

So, like everything else, I miss it. Because I was a fuckin' idiot and said I could work all weekend when I started. And no, there's no time to trade with anyone. No one WOULD trade a shift for me, and no I can't change the days I work. This is just really, really, frustrating. It just hurts.

I miss my uncle's birthday. I miss plays. I miss seeing my ONE friend here when she's home from college. I miss my little cousins' christmas concert because of a MISTAKE, and now this. I just feel like I can't win.

</rant>

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Thu, 17 Dec 2009 06:30:09 GMT

This is the coldest day/night we've had all winter yet. Which may be nothing, but it's started to bother me a bit (and I have a decent temperature tollerance in both directions) so yea. And I can say this as I went out to get carts every hour on my half shift. Once in only my normal over coat thing. (aka "RJ" for its fuzzeh purple hood.)

Saw creepy guy, headed in other direction, was gonna hide in back room for a few mins but was compelled to straighten tomato sauce. Now, I figure this guy was headed towards the counter to pay so I'm probably safe..ha..ha... At least his conversation (which I listened dto and responded as was polite but kept my eyes on the cans.) was a typical every day convo and not creepy compliments. (wishing of happy holidays and asking if I had a busy one w hich, granted could be a little creepy but seeing as I've heard similar pharsing from several customers, we're good on this.) I think he finally got the hint that I was engroused with work (not hopin for the: Hey, this is me, not paying attention , please go. it's too much to ask for.)

on the HAPPY side of things, I finished not one but TWO pictures today. One holiday card for my TLKFAA BFFs, and one for two of the most amazing people in the world's birthday *HUUUG*

And now... I venture to the frigid upstairs for sleep. heh...heh...

The craziest time of the year...

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 00:09:17 GMT

Day off...FINALLY! woot! THis past weekend seemed quite long. But today is one of my days off, so yay! Oh, and some good news, ALL of my packages are now out into the mail. WOOT!

But now I backtrack.

Sunday- This was one heck of an...eventful...day. Busy as usual with staff being WOOO! and then...it happens. Now I was on lunch break during most of the issue, but point and case here is the following. Who, in their right friggin' mind, would snatch someone's wallet out of a cart? From a sweet old lady, AT THE HOLIDAYS. I mean theft is wrong no matter what the season, and both these things probably add to an increase in the percentage. But, seriously? Granted, we're not 100% sure it was a theft. BUT...we're about 85%. I still have no clue if it was recovered. Poor lady, she was most concerned about her passport. (I live in a border town, she lives on the other side.)

Monday- I swear. Yesterday felt like mid-summer rush the entire time. That was one heck of a ride. Oh, and co-worker's : Oh I got everything cleaned in the deli. Just run a mop across if you get a chance." So...why did I find so much dirt in places not immediately around the slicer? *Twitch* oh well.

Oh, and I so finished Kuroshitsuji yesterday. Bloody. Fucking. Amazing. And I still frickin' want Sebastian. I mean, the dude fights with SILVERWARE and makes a PERFECT CUP OF TEA. What more could I ask for? Oh yea, he hates dogs. Drats.

I'm not sure how they're gonna pull off another season, though I have

1) Another place, another time, another master for Sebastian. Easiest, but Ciel really grew on me ;.;

2) The deal Ciel had was null and void due to the seal no longer being attached to Sebastian's end.

3) Sebastian just kinda goes: haha! This is too much fun. Not yet. MUH HA HA (oh yes pleases?)

4) The consumption of a soul leaves one to become a demon. So Demon!Ciel. Now wouldn't that be fun? If nothing else, that needs to be ficed yesterday.

Now I'm off to complete/work on digital gifts, including birthday one for tomorrow. x.x

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 01:02:42 GMT

Darker Than Black just broke my heart. *goes to sulk*

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Tue, 08 Dec 2009 12:53:59 GMT

I'm...up before 9 on a day off of my own will...strange. But that's what happens when I go to bed before 11.

A couple pitiful pleading/wtf/...really...s from work.

Sir/Ma'am. I realize it's a habit...but MUST you lick your fingers before you leaf through your money. Just because I have hand sanitizer with me does NOT mean that I want to use it THAT much. Or that I want to touch the remains of your saliva that much.

Sir/Ma'am/Child...why must you leave frozen products on the shelves? regular drop offs, no issue. We've all done it. I've done it in some occasions. (Though I admit, a LOT less since I started to work in a store of small yet moderate size) But, seriously? how can that be a good combination?

Sir/Ma'am, why is it that some people can understand that we might not have or carry an item while you have to make childish jabs at us for it? This are discontinued. Things don't sell well. Some things come in ROTTEN so we send them back. Some would be so high in price at the moment that you wouldn't buy it anyway. So, please, I can relay your message to the manager or you can tell/ask them yourself if I have no idea what you're talking about. But must you really throw your nose up at us?

Dear boss, thank you for realizing the three minutes I take to hide from Mr. scary-man is well worth my sanity. It is also appreciate that you give me tasks that require me going out of Mr. scary's way via cameras in office. I appreciate you in assisting me in my efforts to not hear creepy things without telling a guy who's probably not mentally stable to shove off. (Because, honestly, I do feel bad for the person. And people shouldn't be treated badly... but it doesn't mean some things are acceptable.)

Dear parental unit,
When I try to tell you that when the fine print says: "one per CUSTOMER" or "With no additional sale" means what it says. I don't want to get my ass busted if corporate ever checked into these things. But it's still NOT RIGHT. So, yes, I am allowed to feel shitty when a family member comes in and manages to get a $15 order for about eight-ten less. Go for inginuity, and usually everything's all clean and spiffy by the books. And usually I help him (and others) with this. This is the friendly cashier who's pointing out you have a coupon for something you've bought right around you. But, mrrf.

There was one more, I know there was...but I can't remember it now.

HAPPY DECEMBER dary 1 + 2

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 16:19:24 GMT

Since I was undecided if I was gonna do this yesterday, I'll do it now! With two lovely most amazing things.

I give to you two of the most amazing things ever...

and

These two things, or maybe one or the other, are sure to sooth any soul! And then, of course, is their unnaturally delicious love child...

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 02 Dec 2009 03:18:27 GMT

Well FUCK that.... I just MELTED a present for a friend while trying to make it. In fact, this means none of their other actual presents will come out. LOVELY. Fucking lovely.

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 01:50:52 GMT

If I were to do an advent calendar, what would you guys want? Quotes? Fic recs? vid recs? song recs? sketches? drabbles? photos? weather? Other? Nothing?

Happy Turkey Day!

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Thu, 26 Nov 2009 15:53:44 GMT

Hope everyone's having a good gobble day! Waiting for family to arrive, mum's basically shooed me out of the kitchen. We're both alike like that. We get a plan in our head and we think it's the best to do it ourselves. Saves headaches of directions.

My pie-disaster and rush last night wasn't worth it. For those who I didn't rant to, killed the premade piecrust and ran around like a chicken with my head cut off trying to figure out my own homemade crust. Woke up this mornin...mum had ofund another. She didn't know of this issue as she was sleeping...

So I'm sitting down tomorrow morn' or tonight and force myself to do x-mas cards. So it's now or never. :) PM me an addy if you'd like one. :)

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Wed, 25 Nov 2009 03:09:46 GMT

NaNoWriMo Word Count: 50,019

Confirmed, even. Collected certificate, made donation.

Story still isn't done...but I feel proud! And slightly empty. Because, honestly, it's gonna be weird not HAVING to write every night. *Shrugs*

Now on to working on christmas gifts! But first, a meme. Stole it from someone else. Pretty sure I did this before, but forgot until I saw questions. XD still fun.

Write down 12 favorite characters, then click for questions. No peaking before hand!

1) Elizabeth Weir
2) Tifa Lockheart
3) Alexis Medan
4) R.J.
5) Hei
6) Trance
7) Castiel
8) Glinda
9) Laurana
10) Shuuhei
11) Darcia
12) Hannibal Lecter

1.Have you ever read a Six/Eleven fic? Do you want to? (Trance/Darcia)
o.o No, but that would be interesting.

2. Do you think Four is hot? How hot? (RJ)
Of course he is hot! More the adorable snuggle hot, though.

3. What would happen if Twelve (Hannibal Lecter) got Eight (Glinda)pregnant?
…I… I don’t even want to think about that. Though I suppose in an AU… oh gods.

4. Can you rec any fic(s) about Nine? (Laurana)
Darlin’ if I could find a good Laurana fic that didn't involve Tanis, I’D be rejoicing. Because she is such an idiot around him.

5. Would Two (Tifa) and Six (Trance) make a good couple?
Actually… it wouldn’t be so bad. They’d balance nicely.

6. Five(Hei)/Nine(Laurana) or Five(hei)/Ten(Shuuhei)? Why?
Laurana would balance Hei’s personality more… but Shuuhei could be able to be cool/deal with Hei’s emo but also be able to talk back to him and beat his ass. And, damn that would be hot. So Five/Ten.

7. What would happen if Seven (Castiel) walked in on Two(Tifa) and Twelve(Hannibal) having sex?
Probably blink and walk back out… but can I just say it took me about five minutes to get over the premise of Tifa and Daddy going at it in the first place?

8. Make up a summary for a Three(Medan)/Ten(Shuuhei) fic
After his death, Medan enters the soul society. His past as a warrior doesn’t leave him, and he rises up in the ranks of the shinigami where he catches the eye of his young captain. (not vice, captain.) Smut ensues.

9. Is there any such thing as One(Elizabeth)/Eight(Glinda) fluff?
No, but oh my GOD I want to write it! They’re both such disguised angsty characters…

10. Suggest a title for a Seven(castiel)/Twelve(Hannibal) hurt/comfort fic
Those To Smite. Seriously. Their form of comfort…smite the shit out of whatever was offending.

11. What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Four(R.J) to deflower One(Elizabeth)?
Stay near by while She sniffles over her pizza into her wine over a broken heart. (*glares at Sheppard)

12. Does anyone on your friends list read Seven(Castiel) slash?
…*roars with laughter* …do I even need to answer that?

13. Does anyone on your friends list read Three(Medan) het?
…no one even KNOWS Medan.

14. Does anyone on your friends list write or draw Eleven(Darcia)?
Uhh….maybe one?

15. Would anyone on your friends list write Two(Tifa)/Four(R.J)/Five(Hei)?
…wow. It’s like…two extreme personality types with one controller. Oh my. But, no.

16. What might Ten(Shuuhei) scream at a moment of great passion?
Renji? Giggles

17. If you wrote a song-fic about Eight(Glinda) , which song would you choose?
THE KISS!

18. If you wrote a One(Elizabeth)/Six(Trance)/Twelve(Hannibal) fic, what would the warnings be?
Psychological torture/taunting, general angst,

19. What might be a good pick-up line for Two(Tifa) to use on Ten(Shuuhei)?
Don’t worry, I’m used to big swords. Bring it on. ;)

20. When was the last time you read a fic about Five? (Hei)
About a month ago, actually.

21. What is Six's(Trance) super-sekrit kink?
She’s a dominatrix at heart. Yup.

22. Would Eleven (Darcia) shag Nine(Luarana)?
Well…she is blonde…and kind hearted. Maybe.

23. If Three(Medan) and Seven(castiel) get together, who tops?
…wow… that’s both incredibly hot and dysfunctional. But… I’m gonna say Medan. Of sorts. I think.

24. "One(Elizabeth) and Nine(Laurana) are in a happy relationship until Nine(Laurana) suddenly runs off with Four(R.J). One broken-hearted, One (Elizabeth) has a hot one-night stand with eleven(Darcia) and a brief unhappy affair with twelve(Hannibal) , then follows the wise advice of Five(Hei) and finds true love with Three (Medan) ." What title would you give this fic? Name three people on your friends list who might read it. Name one person who should write it.

Can I just say that Elizabeth/Medan would actually be LOVE? But I’m sorta wishing Nine was one right now? Because I’d die squeeing. I don’t think I have anyone who’s both a Dragonlance and SGA fan x.x But I’d so try to write it. XD

Also, in SUCH a meme mood right now...so if you have any...toss 'em my way?

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Mon, 23 Nov 2009 02:50:47 GMT

I want to do an animated vid for my original characters using this SO badly. But even taking out the amount of time this would take... there's the issues that if I took from my stories 1) copyright 2) spoilers. But but... I want...so...so badly. x.x

X-Mas wishes!

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Sat, 21 Nov 2009 14:30:39 GMT

So it's that time of year again. I wanted to have this up earlier so people could get thier lists/have more time to make stuff, but such is life. ^.^ That being said, I WANT YOUR LISSSSSTS!

Nalana's Wish List

1. Mini vids! (as in 10-30 secs) If you’re a person who is compelled to do ship vids but don’t agree with any of the ships in what you’re in the mood for making? Screw it. Do something YOU like.

2. Mood Themes for LJ. Just the basic four/five moods would be fine. ☺

3. Drabbles. Because we all know I love my fanfiction.

4. Fanmixes/Song Recs. Because we all know I need just a lil more music. ;)

5. Arts! Be they drawings or manips, mes loves manips!

6. Wicked “For Good” Charm.
Expensive. I know. Will never get. But, eh, I had to fill space!

7. You can NEVER go wrong with tea. Seriously. Amazing stuff…

8. Plushies. My mother will have you, but I’ll love you!

9. Anything that reminds you of me. Notes with explinations is awesome and adorable. (This extends to n on-buyables. For example, someone presented me with a carepackage in the form of a folder of lolcats and the dog equivelent. Made my week. ^.^)

10. A single CWP from wajas. (ID # 59612 …add me if you don’t have me on there ^.^)

I’m working on an obsessions/pairing updated list as we know I’m fickle and am easily swayed and ready to join bandwagons, but if you need any other type of info or list or something from moi, feel free to lemme know! ^.^

Also, the day after thanksgiving (Assuming I don't get called into work) I'm going to sit my bum down and get x-mas cards done...unlike last year...where I put it off...and classes came...and some people never got their cards. (*big hugs and apologies to falcon_horus and dodgermd among others.* Which, dodger, by the by, when I got your card last year my lil cousin was here...he was also amused when I showed him where it came from on the globe.) So if you want to be added to that list lemme know.

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Thu, 19 Nov 2009 06:45:41 GMT

....apparently I'm to be an aunt. To a 14 year old. My sister is 12 years older than the kid she's adopting. But heck, as long as everyone's happy... Her and her husband have been fostering for quite a while. But, it's just...haven't talked with her for a few months and, boom. Kay. Sure.

I'm goin' that way now.

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 18:01:15 GMT

The Finns hate Americans.

Well, okay. I jest. Sort of. (If they don't, they should.*L*)

See, just for fun I was checking out flight prices to Tokyo and Helsinki from the largest city in Maine. Ha...ha...ha....

From Portland to Tokyo, it's $857. Not so bad, all things considered.
From Portland to Helsinki? $2,741. @.@
From Tokyo to Helsinki? $1,109.
Helsinki to Tokyo? $974.

Okay, so there goes my 'costs more to fly in certain directions' theory. Okay. So lets try from Portland to London, shall we? $1,429. Ha...ha...ha...

So the conclusion here? USD SUCKS. and it sucks hard. No, this is not a new discovery. But, what does this mean in the end? No Finland. No visiting Betsy (who's in Japan), and probably not visiting the other side of the water to tackle Nens and various people either. Though, ironically, Betsy would be the most likely.

baka.

ElvenJedi2005@yahoo.com — Tue, 17 Nov 2009 05:37:15 GMT

My stupid former classmate gave me a nice little scare at work tonight. Now, first for those who haven't been following me that long, you have to realize something. My graduating class had NINE people in it. That being said, even if you didn't get along with someone you knew them kinda well. This friend in question was the jokester. He was constantly on my nerves, but at least he was pleasant to me for the most part. He's a good guy. He even went out with a friend of mine (She was younger) for a few years.

Background? He joined the military right out of high school. He's done two tours in the middle east. He's been back "home" for a while.

He comes in the store tonight.

J: "Hey, Cassie. I'm going back."
me: "...what?"
J: Afghanistan. My last tour."
me: "......"
J: "I voulenteered."
me: *must have paled, is open jawed*
J: "Hey. It's the younger boys. I gotta go with them. They're like little brothers to me."

From there we lapse into a conversation (there were no other customers around) about the town itself and our common goal of getting out of it. It's not that we don't like the town, but it's bad for both of us for different reasons for the long term. I just, out of all the people I went to school with, I think he can relate to the feelings I'm having of 'what now? shouldn't I be doing something better with my life?'

But the point here is... I don't think I've ever been so scared, spiteful, angry, and touched as I was in that brief exchange in a while. He had mentioned last summer how he might go full-time army. and that thought had stumbled into my head a couple days ago, so the timing is just weird. But...seriously. In these times we hear about all these deployments, and he VOULENTEERS. Not because of a cause, but because he felt the need to look after other people he knew. That says a lot, and I have respect for that.

Here's to hoping everything goes alright.