Twilight snarking/sporking 02
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sweety8587Continuing chapter 01 of Twatlight...
I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response
Unless your name is "Baby Hitler" or something like that, WHY would he 'gawk' at you? And you arn't that hot either so...BAD WORD USAGE MEYERS!
and of course I flushed tomato red. God forbid you turn fireengine red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, ????????? but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. Question. Shes supposedly a klutz right? Or very very prone to tripping on utterly flat surfaces right? Then how come she doesnt bang into a desk or something while shes reading and walking? It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. Golden star for you sweetheart.
I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on. When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
Oh look! Someone is trying to be your friend or atleast friendly! But wait....my sporking senses are telling me that she WILL bitch about this as well!
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.
Bella Swan doesnt judge a book by its cover! Nu-uh! :B
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.
I just got a mental image of that as thought it was a horror movie. Everyone sloooooowly does a head turn...with some 180 degree turns as well 0o WHO pays THAT much attention when someone says their name? Especially a new kid?
There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.
Because you are a rare and mysterious animal thats why *snorts*
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid.
OH for *facepalms* Girl, you are NOT God's gift to that damn high school so PLEASE stop thinking that the world revolves around you for TWO seconds. Or am i asking for too much?
"You don't look very tan."
"My mother is part albino."
He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
......I'm right there with Eric. HOW is that sarcastic? I mean, it'd be helpful Meyers if you'd stick in a "I retorted with a hint of sarcasm in my voice" A few chapters of this and I'm gonna start loosing brain cells....
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat. <---- THATS what i meant. How come she didn't trip before? And Gad-fucking-zooks *facepalm*
After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks.
"Okay....cover me. I'm going in!"
"No don't Emily! Shes a transfer student! She may bite your head off!"
"Yeah! Or worse, drug you and use you as a sacrifice to the Dark Gods of Jerks!"
"You can't stop me....I've made up my mind! I'm gonna go introduce myself to her and ask her how she likes Forks!"
" . . . . Godspeed soldier!"
If i facepalm anymore, im gonna give myself a black eye
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights.
Shes got three inches of poofy hair? WOW OO Now thats....thats....yikes....thats way too poofy. You should get something for that hair girl....
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me.
*points above* Do i have to go through that skit again? And man thats rude! Not even trying to remember their names? Bella seems more and more like a spoilt brat as I'm going along. Whats not to love about her? >|
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
This is getting irritating...very very irritating. Transfer students are transfer students and not some damn rare near extinct breed of humans alright? NO ONE stares at them as though they'll die if everyone doesnt 'gawk' at them atleast 10 minutes on their first day! Those last words...did...anyone understand what is trying to be said?
They didn't look anything alike....
Friends are supposed to look alike now? WHEN were these rules written and why wasn't I given this rule book?
...And yet, they were all exactly alike.
BUWAH?! But you just said....
Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino.
MAN this girl has some weird ass self-esteem issues. *Feminism weeping in the corner*
Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
This is a very important detail dear friends. DO NOT FORGET IT! IT IS HIGHLY RELEVANT TO THE STORY! what little there is in these books
They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell.
They were all looking at the ceiling?
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. You should be embarrassed. Its rude to stare at people! Haven't you been taught any manners?In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest I hear that— it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
....why? Why is she embarrassed?
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.
Why under your breath? Its not like they can hear you so say it in a normal tone
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had.
She doesn't judge people by their names. NO SIREEEEEE BOB! :BWhats so old fashioned about Alice anyways?
Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the walls and not eat.
You'd think these idiots would want to blend in rather than draw more attention to themselves *shakes head* Blending in: YER DOIN IT RONG.
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn't the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.
God grief...Just...GOOD GRIEF. Yer not interesting by any standard. I find growing GRASS more interesting. And yet im sitting here reading and sporking this...damn my M habits! *shakes fist at the sky*
"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.
Whats the difference between being gawked and stared? I'd like to know. And I'm right with Edward for once on the 'frustrated' expression. He was obviously expecting someone better...sucks to be you Ed.
"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. Lovely person ain't she? I find myself falling more and more in love with her. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too. DAWWWW. He's a keeper ladies! After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably graceful — even the big, brawny one. It was unsettling to watch. The one named Edward didn't look at me again.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to.
Yeah, you see, the school had them changed because they knew you were coming Bella *eye roll*
As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously.
Are you watching the teacher or Edward? Cause that grammar up there, implied yer staring at your teacher....
Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat.
Late case of morning wood? *wacks inner pervert on the head with a hammer*
He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face — it was hostile, furious.
Matches mine! :D
I looked away quickly, shocked, going red again.
What? Surprised that not everyone considers you the greatest thing since sliced bread?
It never did; he continued to sit so still it looked like he wasn't breathing. What was wrong with him? Was this his normal behavior? I questioned my judgment on Jessica's bitterness at lunch today.
I don't get Bella...I really don't. She doesn't want to fit in and seems to try her best to be all 'anti-social' and people don't like me etc etc, you get what i'm saying. And yet when someone doesn't give her the attention that she thinks she deserves she goes all "huh?". I'm sensing Queen Bee complex...
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
Like Hades said in Hercules...If only...If. Only....
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It wasn't fair.
Boo fucking hoo. Y' gonna throw a temper tantrum? Call yer mommy? "WAAAAH MOOOOMMMMYYY!!!! The cute boy in class GLARED AT ME! I'm never talking to him again!"
I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously didn't think I smelled bad.
"Bella," I corrected him, with a smile.
Why does baby-face here get a smile while that Eric kid got well...nothing? Ah yes i forget...he was chess club material and this guy is 'cute'! Shallow much?
Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. I recognized again that tousled bronze hair. He didn't appear to notice the sound of my entrance.
OH.My.GOD! Someone didn't notice the GREAT Bella Swan's entrance! Call the cops!
I just couldn't believe that this was about me.
Whats so hard about? You're already acting like everything is about you so whats so hard about this?
But soon I was cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting tears the whole way there.
I kinda understand that to some extent that, if someone you don't know AT ALL, shows in no uncertain terms that he hates your guts, you feel anywhere between irritated and confused with sad somewhere in between but..WHY is she crying? Is it because the hottest guy she met hates her? Must be that right?
WHEW. THAT was a lot of complaining and all in one chapter!
I took the slip up to the teacher, a tall, balding man whose desk had a nameplate identifying him as Mr. Mason. He gawked at me when he saw my name — not an encouraging response
Unless your name is "Baby Hitler" or something like that, WHY would he 'gawk' at you? And you arn't that hot either so...BAD WORD USAGE MEYERS!
and of course I flushed tomato red. God forbid you turn fireengine red. But at least he sent me to an empty desk at the back without introducing me to the class. It was harder for my new classmates to stare at me in the back, ????????? but somehow, they managed. I kept my eyes down on the reading list the teacher had given me. Question. Shes supposedly a klutz right? Or very very prone to tripping on utterly flat surfaces right? Then how come she doesnt bang into a desk or something while shes reading and walking? It was fairly basic: Bronte, Shakespeare, Chaucer, Faulkner. I'd already read everything. Golden star for you sweetheart.
I went through different arguments with her in my head while the teacher droned on. When the bell rang, a nasal buzzing sound, a gangly boy with skin problems and hair black as an oil slick leaned across the aisle to talk to me.
Oh look! Someone is trying to be your friend or atleast friendly! But wait....my sporking senses are telling me that she WILL bitch about this as well!
"You're Isabella Swan, aren't you?" He looked like the overly helpful, chess club type.
Bella Swan doesnt judge a book by its cover! Nu-uh! :B
"Bella," I corrected. Everyone within a three-seat radius turned to look at me.
I just got a mental image of that as thought it was a horror movie. Everyone sloooooowly does a head turn...with some 180 degree turns as well 0o WHO pays THAT much attention when someone says their name? Especially a new kid?
There was nowhere to look without meeting curious eyes.
Because you are a rare and mysterious animal thats why *snorts*
We got our jackets and headed out into the rain, which had picked up. I could have sworn several people behind us were walking close enough to eavesdrop. I hoped I wasn't getting paranoid.
OH for *facepalms* Girl, you are NOT God's gift to that damn high school so PLEASE stop thinking that the world revolves around you for TWO seconds. Or am i asking for too much?
"You don't look very tan."
"My mother is part albino."
He studied my face apprehensively, and I sighed. It looked like clouds and a sense of humor didn't mix. A few months of this and I'd forget how to use sarcasm.
......I'm right there with Eric. HOW is that sarcastic? I mean, it'd be helpful Meyers if you'd stick in a "I retorted with a hint of sarcasm in my voice" A few chapters of this and I'm gonna start loosing brain cells....
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat. <---- THATS what i meant. How come she didn't trip before? And Gad-fucking-zooks *facepalm*
After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks.
"Okay....cover me. I'm going in!"
"No don't Emily! Shes a transfer student! She may bite your head off!"
"Yeah! Or worse, drug you and use you as a sacrifice to the Dark Gods of Jerks!"
"You can't stop me....I've made up my mind! I'm gonna go introduce myself to her and ask her how she likes Forks!"
" . . . . Godspeed soldier!"
If i facepalm anymore, im gonna give myself a black eye
One girl sat next to me in both Trig and Spanish, and she walked with me to the cafeteria for lunch. She was tiny, several inches shorter than my five feet four inches, but her wildly curly dark hair made up a lot of the difference between our heights.
Shes got three inches of poofy hair? WOW OO Now thats....thats....yikes....thats way too poofy. You should get something for that hair girl....
We sat at the end of a full table with several of her friends, who she introduced to me. I forgot all their names as soon as she spoke them. They seemed impressed by her bravery in speaking to me.
*points above* Do i have to go through that skit again? And man thats rude! Not even trying to remember their names? Bella seems more and more like a spoilt brat as I'm going along. Whats not to love about her? >|
They were sitting in the corner of the cafeteria, as far away from where I sat as possible in the long room. There were five of them. They weren't talking, and they weren't eating, though they each had a tray of untouched food in front of them. They weren't gawking at me, unlike most of the other students, so it was safe to stare at them without fear of meeting an excessively interested pair of eyes. But it was none of these things that caught, and held, my attention.
This is getting irritating...very very irritating. Transfer students are transfer students and not some damn rare near extinct breed of humans alright? NO ONE stares at them as though they'll die if everyone doesnt 'gawk' at them atleast 10 minutes on their first day! Those last words...did...anyone understand what is trying to be said?
They didn't look anything alike....
Friends are supposed to look alike now? WHEN were these rules written and why wasn't I given this rule book?
...And yet, they were all exactly alike.
BUWAH?! But you just said....
Every one of them was chalky pale, the palest of all the students living in this sunless town. Paler than me, the albino.
MAN this girl has some weird ass self-esteem issues. *Feminism weeping in the corner*
Though their noses, all their features, were straight, perfect, angular.
This is a very important detail dear friends. DO NOT FORGET IT! IT IS HIGHLY RELEVANT TO THE STORY! what little there is in these books
They were all looking away — away from each other, away from the other students, away from anything in particular as far as I could tell.
They were all looking at the ceiling?
He looked away quickly, more quickly than I could, though in a flush of embarrassment I dropped my eyes at once. You should be embarrassed. Its rude to stare at people! Haven't you been taught any manners?In that brief flash of a glance, his face held nothing of interest I hear that— it was as if she had called his name, and he'd looked up in involuntary response, already having decided not to answer.
My neighbor giggled in embarrassment, looking at the table like I did.
....why? Why is she embarrassed?
"That's Edward and Emmett Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale. The one who left was Alice Cullen; they all live together with Dr. Cullen and his wife." She said this under her breath.
Why under your breath? Its not like they can hear you so say it in a normal tone
Strange, unpopular names, I thought. The kinds of names grandparents had.
She doesn't judge people by their names. NO SIREEEEEE BOB! :B
Throughout all this conversation, my eyes flickered again and again to the table where the strange family sat. They continued to look at the walls and not eat.
You'd think these idiots would want to blend in rather than draw more attention to themselves *shakes head* Blending in: YER DOIN IT RONG.
I felt a surge of pity, and relief. Pity because, as beautiful as they were, they were outsiders, clearly not accepted. Relief that I wasn't the only newcomer here, and certainly not the most interesting by any standard.
God grief...Just...GOOD GRIEF. Yer not interesting by any standard. I find growing GRASS more interesting.
"Which one is the boy with the reddish brown hair?" I asked. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, and he was still staring at me, but not gawking like the other students had today — he had a slightly frustrated expression. I looked down again.
Whats the difference between being gawked and stared? I'd like to know. And I'm right with Edward for once on the 'frustrated' expression. He was obviously expecting someone better...sucks to be you Ed.
"That's Edward. He's gorgeous, of course, but don't waste your time. He doesn't date. Apparently none of the girls here are good-looking enough for him." She sniffed, a clear case of sour grapes. I wondered when he'd turned her down.
I bit my lip to hide my smile. Lovely person ain't she? I find myself falling more and more in love with her. Then I glanced at him again. His face was turned away, but I thought his cheek appeared lifted, as if he were smiling, too. DAWWWW. He's a keeper ladies! After a few more minutes, the four of them left the table together. They all were noticeably graceful — even the big, brawny one. It was unsettling to watch. The one named Edward didn't look at me again.
When we entered the classroom, Angela went to sit at a black-topped lab table exactly like the ones I was used to.
Yeah, you see, the school had them changed because they knew you were coming Bella *eye roll*
As I walked down the aisle to introduce myself to the teacher and get my slip signed, I was watching him surreptitiously.
Are you watching the teacher or Edward? Cause that grammar up there, implied yer staring at your teacher....
Just as I passed, he suddenly went rigid in his seat.
He stared at me again, meeting my eyes with the strangest expression on his face — it was hostile, furious.
Matches mine! :D
I looked away quickly, shocked, going red again.
What? Surprised that not everyone considers you the greatest thing since sliced bread?
It never did; he continued to sit so still it looked like he wasn't breathing. What was wrong with him? Was this his normal behavior? I questioned my judgment on Jessica's bitterness at lunch today.
I don't get Bella...I really don't. She doesn't want to fit in and seems to try her best to be all 'anti-social' and people don't like me etc etc, you get what i'm saying. And yet when someone doesn't give her the attention that she thinks she deserves she goes all "huh?". I'm sensing Queen Bee complex...
I peeked up at him one more time, and regretted it. He was glaring down at me again, his black eyes full of revulsion. As I flinched away from him, shrinking against my chair, the phrase if looks could kill suddenly ran through my mind.
Like Hades said in Hercules...If only...If. Only....
I sat frozen in my seat, staring blankly after him. He was so mean. It wasn't fair.
Boo fucking hoo. Y' gonna throw a temper tantrum? Call yer mommy? "WAAAAH MOOOOMMMMYYY!!!! The cute boy in class GLARED AT ME! I'm never talking to him again!"
I looked up to see a cute, baby-faced boy, his pale blond hair carefully gelled into orderly spikes, smiling at me in a friendly way. He obviously didn't think I smelled bad.
"Bella," I corrected him, with a smile.
Why does baby-face here get a smile while that Eric kid got well...nothing? Ah yes i forget...he was chess club material and this guy is 'cute'! Shallow much?
Edward Cullen stood at the desk in front of me. I recognized again that tousled bronze hair. He didn't appear to notice the sound of my entrance.
OH.My.GOD! Someone didn't notice the GREAT Bella Swan's entrance! Call the cops!
I just couldn't believe that this was about me.
Whats so hard about? You're already acting like everything is about you so whats so hard about this?
But soon I was cold enough to need the heater, so I turned the key and the engine roared to life. I headed back to Charlie's house, fighting tears the whole way there.
I kinda understand that to some extent that, if someone you don't know AT ALL, shows in no uncertain terms that he hates your guts, you feel anywhere between irritated and confused with sad somewhere in between but..WHY is she crying? Is it because the hottest guy she met hates her? Must be that right?
WHEW. THAT was a lot of complaining and all in one chapter!
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Date: 2009-11-06 07:57 pm (UTC)*GLOMP* This is the best XD
When I first read Twilight I actually loved it and fangirled and went to the midnight premiere...all that stuff. And then one day I thought, I'll read it again! By the time I painfully got through it I had NO clue what I saw in it the first time I read it XD. While reading it again I just kept feeling like I was reading a low-grade fanfic. There were so many things I'd pushed aside and accepted or convinced myself to like when I first read it, for whatever reason. I still like it well enough, but there is absolutely no reason for it to have this kind of popularity -_-
Course it gives me the thought, hey, an amateur like me could write something like this and make millions!! XDDDD But no thanks, I'm probably not much better than Meyer, but at least I don't pretend to be on par with Jane Austen and Shakespeare -_-
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Date: 2009-11-06 08:03 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-11-06 08:28 pm (UTC)Reminds me a few days ago when someone compared IchiHime to Bedward. I was like, oh hell to the no. I was so pissed I could've spit XD. If you don't like IH, fine, but never ever compare Kubo's great characterization to Twilight. Jesus. Kubo has his shortcomings, characters is not one of them.
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Date: 2009-11-06 08:49 pm (UTC)Aw jeez dont me started on Kubo and his shortcomings topic. I am ready to bite off the head of the next person who bitches to me that Kubo doesnt know what hes doing and the manga is sucking these days *holds up a baseball bat to emphasis her point*
Honestly, who is the writer and who is the fan these days? *eye roll*
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Date: 2009-11-06 09:15 pm (UTC)//who is the writer and who is the fan these days?//
That sentence makes me stand up and cheer. So freaking true. One of my favorites are the banners running around that say "Kubo trolled my fandom" -_- Are you kidding me?? Do you even hear yourself?? He's the reason you have a freaking fandom in the first place! I mean, I have my little criticisms (once in a while I catch myself getting too critical), but at the same time, he's created a better story that I ever could! Like I said before, the characters are...just stellar. I mean at the level of quality literature. And the art? Don't even get me started on my praise-ranting about the awesome art XD. And I agree, definitely don't think the manga is sucking. In fact I find it more and more interesting all the time. SS and earlier was almost introductory and very lighthearted. Now we're getting down to business and he seems to be putting a lot more thought into things. He's not perfect, but his areas of awesomeness make up for that. And he has this weird knack for making me love what I think I won't love xD.
Plus I'd like to see some of these whiners to spit out 20 pages every week that comes even close to Kubo's par -_- And also, no one can really, truly judge it until it's over. Then and only then can they say a word about, for example, plot holes. Plot holes can't exist when the plot isn't even completed yet -_-
Anyways... /rant XD
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Date: 2009-11-06 09:20 pm (UTC)exuse me but WUT?! D: *claps while sitting in her room* This. Just. THIS! The story, the characters, the arc (OH my bananas the ART!) is all epic win and yet people are bitching as though Kubo owes them his life! Makes you go "wtf is goin on in your head you nitwit?!"
During the Captain fights, my friend kept going on and on that he was missing Zangetsu and the fights were boring, what the hell was Kubo thinkin blah blah blah. Posting similiar comments on his forum and yet i was the only one there going "Hello, have some faith in the guy! Kubo is gonna show us some STELLAR stuff once we're done with these fights. And for CRIPES sake! Its a SHOUNEN manga! What do you expect other than fights?!"
WORD! I'd like to see the whiners try to not only do the 20 pages but come even within a 300 feet radius of the sheer awesomeness of Kubo's storyline!
Oh dear me do go on! Its been ages since ive had a good rant! discussion XD
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Date: 2009-11-06 10:06 pm (UTC)EXACTLY. They act like kings ready to lop off the jester's head if he doesn't perform exactly the way they want him to -_- This is why I recently stopped going to gen threads except in FLOL. Back when I used to follow them it was like every. single. week. was the same thing. Whine, whine, bitch, bitch. Nothing would ever make them happy! They complain no one ever dies. He starts killing villains. Bitchbitch, they wanted a good guy death! So he cuts Hiyori in half. No, no, no, they cry! That's the wrong one! Kill a good guy we don't like, Kubo! And why do I get the feeling that if he kills off say...Momo (I personally am fine with her, but she seems to be widely hated for whatever reason), they'll find something to whine and complain about. Is it so hard to just sit back and enjoy the manga instead of wasting your time whining every week? *siigghh*
LOL. True, oh so true. I mean, I wasn't a fan of the captain fights. They were okay, but not my cup of tea. But it didn't matter because although fighting isn't the reason I love Bleach nor are the captains my favorite characters, I do realize it's a shounen manga and there will be fighting so I just sit back, admire the amazing art, and wait for the stuff I do love while I...you know...live my life XD. Maybe some need to get one of those, maybe they're too invested in Bleach or something XD.
hahaha, fandom...oh my...fandom drives me crazy and will make me rant like none other xD. Especially since none of my rl friends are into fandom (a couple read manga and all of them read my fanfics, but they wisely stay far, far away from fandom, lol), so I can't really rant to them and just rant to my online friends XD. Fandom craziness is one of the reasons I'm so glad I'm an IHer. For whatever reason, we tend to be more sane. I have no idea why that is, but while we get a crazy once in a while, as a whole IHers love Bleach and love IH, but they're not oh-so-srs-bzns about it to the point of disturbing. The IH fandom might be a lot bigger than we think, it's just that they don't feel the need to voice themselves xD
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Date: 2009-11-06 10:32 pm (UTC)Same here! I love the positivity
and sheer crackinessof FLOL! There is no negativity or the general bratiness of the usual fandom on the FLOL. Oh God YES! Somehow I dont think people would mind if Momo died. I just pity the poor girl cause she totally ended up with the worst bargain in this whole deal *pets Momo on the head* Poor girl really. EXACTLY! For that last line, you get a cookie basket!They werent my cuppa tea either, just the Hisagi fight cause I was all "EEEEIII! His shikai is SO KOOL! MARRY ME SHUUHEI!" (o^_^o) bwahahahaha well said! This is why one should read a lotta mangas, spread your craziness out ;)
Gah my friends do too! Maybe they have (after seeing me) realised how nutty and crazy mad a fandom can make you. Anime, manga and good fanfics, my anti-drug. The first two dont leave you with any money to buy drugs and the last improves my brain AND gives me the same high XD
pardon my ignorance but what is the IH fandom? Ive been trying to guess but my guessing skills are pure fail.
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Date: 2009-11-07 08:45 pm (UTC)Oh that thrilled me too!!! Kubo finally listening to the demands for more Hisagi!! XD Hisagi is the best :3 lol, yeah either I want them to read other mangas, or even better, go to each of their houses, push them out the door and say, "Go! Live! See the world!" I should make it my mission in life...door-to-door rescue-bratty-otakus XD. As passionate as some of these people seem to be, if we just go their focus on, say, world hunger, we'd have the world fed within a year XD.
lol, sorry I get lazy and do abbreviations XD. IchiHime fandom.
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Date: 2009-11-07 08:57 pm (UTC)In the end, it all boils down to the MST3k mantra y' know? "Its just a show!" Take it easy, have a doughnut and RELAX. Chill :D like us over at the FLOL, we never take stuff that seriously XD I would be RIGHT behind you actually if we all got srs bzns XD
Its so weird and i totally agree with Kubo when he said that he wasnt expectin Hisagi to be so popular. I look at him and think "Dang it all, why cant i put my finger on why I dig him so much?!" hahaha! Id like to see you do that and id be the one behind you going "Ooooor if yer a recluse or just wanna sit and read, i would recommend the following manga titles *takes out a huge ass list*" XD I love being an otaku and a fangirl but as i tell my friends, "There are levels and STANDARDS of a good otaku and fan alright? I will never go around going "KAWAII!" in front of other people. Alone, sure. In front of some people, maybe. But regular folk? HELL NO!"