Update: You know what? screw it. I keep saying 'just a bit longer' and 'almost finished' with nothing happening. I'm not bothering to pretend to know when the next chapter of Butterfly Effect is going to be finished, though (I can't stress this enough) IT WILL BE FINISHED. I have the story all planned out in my head etc. it's just a matter of co-ordinating it all into words. Which is annoying more problematic than I'd like. Please don't lose faith in it (I like the story too much to abandon it). Again, sorry to all the people out there who are being kept waiting, I'm really not doing it to be cruel. Random fics will pop up that actually help keep my writing 'muscles' in shape; a couple of Mai HIME's, a Farenheit (aka Indigo Prophecy) and maybe even a Knights of the Old Republic one (Bastila/RevanF pairing). As always, thanks go out to everyone who bothers to review/alert/favourite my stories! I really can't express how much I appreciate your support.
Hmmm...
What can I say? It's not like anyone reads these unless they're really bored. Ah well, I'll have a go...
Personal:
I'm a female student living in the U.K. and am almost constantly fed up with school..That's probably about all the personal info necessary.
Favourite quotes:
'We are born crying, live complaining, and die disappointed.'
'Woe to the man who does nothing, because he can only do little.'
'If a woman is to do something more than human, she must have more than human powers.' (this was a chinese proverb, did they know about X-men?)
'Women who seek to be equal with men lack ambition.'
'Religion is an illusion and it derives its strength from the fact that it falls in with our instinctual desires.' - Sigmund Freud
'Illusions commend themselves to us because they save us pain and allow us to enjoy pleasure instead. We must therefore accept it without complaint when they sometimes collide with a bit of reality against which they are dashed to pieces.' - Sigmund Freud
'Most people do not really want freedom, because freedom involves responsibility, and most people are frightened of responsibility.' - Sigmund Freud
“Ok, I've just about had my FILL of riddle asking, quest assigning, insult throwing, pun hurling, hostage taking, iron mongering, smart arsed fools, freaks, and felons that continually test my will, mettle, strength, intelligence, and most of all, patience! If you've got a straight answer ANYWHERE in that bent little head of yours, I want to hear it pretty damn quick or I'm going to take a large blunt object roughly the size of Elminster AND his hat, and stuff it lengthwise into a crevice of your being so seldom seen that even the denizens of the nine hells themselves wouldn't touch it with a twenty-foot rusty halberd! Have I MADE myself perfectly CLEAR?!” - CHARNAME, Baldur's Gate II: Shadows of Amn (possibly one of the greatest PC RPG games ever)
Favourite film/tv quotes:
South of Nowhere -season 2, episode 7
(classroom - Ashley and Spencer are talking about Spencer coming out to her parents)
Ashley: Here, practice on me okay? I'm Paula and -it's a Sunday dinner- and you see your opening and...?
Spencer (exhales): Okay. Mom there's...something I want to talk to you about. Ashley and I are...in love.
Ashley (pulling a completely revolted face): You guys are both going to burn in hell. (beat, then a saccharine tone) Would you pass the potatoes please?
South of Nowhere -season 1, episode 2
(Spencer's house, extremely awkward moment)
Spencer Carlin (drunk): No, no... this is not what it looks like.
Madison Duarte: It's not? Because it looks like you've been getting dressed in the backseat of someone's Nissan Xterra.
Spencer (still drunk): ... Aiden, isn't that what you drive?
Aiden Dennison: Spencer, shut up.
Glen Carlin: Hey, man, you shut up!
Madison: Both of you shut up. This is all so wrong.
Spencer (slurs): No, no, wait, no. You know what would make this so much more wrong? If Ashley was here! (giggles)
Aiden and Glen: Shut up!
Glen: Did this jackoff get you wasted?
Spencer: No!
Paula Carlin: Spencer, are you drunk?
Spencer (shakes her head): No. (she smiles, then vomits all over the floor)
Arthur Carlin: We'll take that as a "yes".
Gilmore Girls:
(Rory and Lorelai are shopping for school supplies)
Rory: I’m going to a serious school now, I need serious paper.
Lorelai: Paper’s paper.
Rory: Not at Chilton.
Lorelai: Alright, fine. Here is your serious paper.
Rory: Thank you.
Lorelai: Ooh and here are your sombre highlighters, your maudlin pencils, your manic-depressive pens.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: Now these erasers are on lithium so they may seem cheerful but we actually caught them trying to shove themselves in the pencil sharpener earlier.
Rory: I’m going home now.
Lorelai: No, wait! We’re going to stage an intervention with the neon post-its and make them give up their wacky crazy ways!
(Lane and Rory discuss presents)
Lane: You have to look at what a gift says to the other person, not to you. Remember two years ago, I got my mom that perfume?
Rory: Yeah.
Lane: Okay, to me that said, "Hey Mom, you work hard, you deserve something fancy". Now to my mother, it said, "Hey Mom, here's some smelly sex juice, the kind I use to lure boys with", and resulted in me being sent to Bible camp all summer.
Blackadder:
The Second
Crone (drawing out sentences in an extremely irritating and exaggeratedly dramatic fashion): Two things, my lord, must thee know of the Wisewoman. First, she is ... a woman, and second, she is ...
Edmund (rolls eyes) : ... wise?
Crone (somewhat indignantly) : You do know her then?
Edmund: No, just a wild stab in the dark which is incidentally what you'll be getting if you don't start being a bit more helpful.
Edmund to Baldrick: You can have the afternoon off when you DIE, not before.
Nursie: You're so clever today, you better be careful your foot doesn't fall off.
Queen: Does that happen when you have lots of brilliant ideas? Your foot falls off?
Nursie: It certainly does. My brother, he had this brilliant idea of cutting his toenails with a scythe, and his foot fell off.
The Third
Edmund: I've got a plan so cunning you could put a tail on it and call it a weasel.
(George is Prince George IV and Johnson is Dr. Johnson who created the first dictionary.)
George: Now, this book of yours...tell me, what's it all about?
Johnson: It is a book about the English language, sir.
George: I see! And the hero's name is what?
Johnson: There is no hero, sir.
George: No hero? Well, lucky I reminded you. Better put one in pronto! Ermm... call him "George." "George" is a good name for a hero. Er, now, what about heroines?
Johnson: There is no heroine, sir...unless it is our Mother Tongue.
George: Ah, the mother's the heroine. Nice twist. How far have we got, then? Old Mother Tongue is in love with George the Hero. Now what about murders? Mother Tongue doesn't get murdered, does she?
Johnson: No, she doesn't. No one gets murdered, or married, or in a tricky situation over a pound note!
George: Well, now, look, Dr. Johnson, I may be as thick as a whale omelette, but even I know a book's got to have a plot.
Johnson: Not this one, sir. It is a book that tells you what English words mean.
George: I know what English words mean - I speak English! You must be a bit of a thicko.
(George dictating a letter to a woman he hopes to marry and therefore solve his massive debt problem)
George: All right then, well, take this down. Eh, (formally) "From His Royal Highness, the Prince of Wales to Miss Amy Hardwood. (energetically) Tally-ho my fine saucy young trollop! Your luck's in! Trip along here with all your cash, and some naughty night attire, and you'll be staring at my bedroom ceiling from now till Christmas, you lucky tart! (formally again) Yours with the deepest respect etc, signed George. P.S. -Woof woof!" (proudly) Well, what do you think?
Edmund: It's very...moving, sir. Would you mind if I change just one tiny aspect of it?
George: Which one?
Edmund: The words.
George: Oh yes, I'll, I'll, I'll leave the details to you, Blackadder. Just make sure she knows I'm all man... with a bit of animal thrown in.
Edmund: Baldrick, have you no idea what irony is?
Baldrick: Yeah, it's like goldy and bronzy, only it's made of iron.
The Mighty Boosh (one of the most genius and surreal tv shows ever):
Howard: I'll put a move on you, you won't know what's happening.
Vince: You haven't got any moves. I've felt your moves, how flimsy are they? They're like being carressed with a natural yogurt.
Howard: I've got new, powerful moves now, thanks.
Vince: Yeah, did you send off for some new ones?
Howard: Yes I did, they arrived this morning.
Vince: First post?
Howard: First post, yeah. The post that hurts the most.
Vince: Well come on then.
Howard: Yeah, I'm gonna put a move on you.
Vince: Yeah?
Howard: I'll take you out for a meal with Mr and Mrs Pain, order up some violent quiche. Do you want some?
Vince: Come on.
Howard: (touches Vince's chest)
Vince: What's that? That's nothing.
Howard: Feels like nothing, but that's the 'vibrating palm'. You feel alright now, but two hours from now you'll go to a shop, you'll buy a hat, it won't suit you. Ow!
Vince: There's no way. Look at me. My hair's virtually a hat, all hats suit me.
Howard: You'll see. (Vince tries not to look worried)
Vince: My uncle once punched a man so hard his legs became trombones. It was really embarrassing. He had to walk out of the ring like this- (makes trombone noises while imitating plodding)
Howard: I see a boundary, I eat that boundary and wash it down with a hot steamin' cup o' rules.
Vince: I'm a Cockney bitch, a young ragamuffin from the streets.
Howard: Don't touch me! Don't ever touch me, not here, not now, not there, not back stage, not when out buying... hammocks; never!
Vince: You're making me sick, coming in here, doing your funny little rehearsals, playing your instruments, writing songs - it's not about that, being in a band! It's about what you look like! Don't you understand anything?
X-2 The Movie:
(Bobby Drake's house)
Mrs. Drake: Bobby? Aren't you supposed to be in school?
Mr. Drake: Do you know him?
(they look at Logan)
Bobby: That's Professor... Logan. Mom, Dad... there's something I need to tell you.
Mr. Drake: What exactly are you a professor of, "Professor Logan?"
(Rogue, Bobby, and Pyro look at Logan, none of the kids knowing what to say)
Wolverine (pause): Art.
Mrs. Drake (in response to her son's revelation of being a mutant): Have you ever tried... not being a mutant?
Sin City:
Dwight: (while being rescued from the Tar Pits): Miho. You're an angel. You're a saint. You're Mother Teresa. You're Elvis. You're God. And if you'd shown up about ten minutes earlier, we'd still have Jackie-Boy's head.
Stuka: (after getting shot with an arrow) Hey... Will ya look at that? It's right through me. Guys, look. It's cut a hole right through me.
Schutz: There's something wrapped around it. Some kind of note.
Manute: Give it to me.
Stuka: Guys, this is starting to really hurt. Just look at it. It's poked a hole right through me. Guys?
Manute: (reading the note) McCarthy, you fool.
Stuka: Guys, don't you think maybe somebody oughta call a doctor for me or something? This isn't the kind of thing you just ignore, guys.
Manute: Out back. Everyone. Bring the women.
Stuka: Guys? (gets shot through the head by another arrow)
John Hartigan: When it comes to reassuring a traumatized 19-year-old, I'm about as expert as a palsy victim doing brain surgery with a pipe wrench.
A Knight's Tale:
Geoffery Chaucer: I will eviscerate you in fiction. Every pimple, every character flaw. I was naked for a day; you will be naked for eternity.
Favourite bands (music is an important inspiration/influence):
Linkin Park
Lost Prophets
3 Doors Down
Green Day
Good Charlotte
Evans Blue
Papa Roach
Placebo
Kasabian
Feeder
U2
The Fray
Arctic Monkeys - from Sheffield!
Apocalyptica - a Finnish band consisting of three classically-trained cellists and a drummer. Their speciality isheavy metal rock played on cellos, though they also play classical music. DO NOT KNOCK THEM BEFORE YOU'VE LISTENED! I was converted after 'Romance' and 'Bittersweet'
Lacuna Coil - Italian gothic rock
Sum 41
blink-182
Coldplay
Pink (most of the time)
Dashboard Confessional - no I'm not an Emo, don't ask...
Taking Back Sunday - Still not
Senses Fail - I know how it looks, but still no
Hoobastank
Creed
Interpol
Sufjan Stevens
The Killers
The Prodigy
Hard-Fi
The Red Hot Chili Peppers
The Smashing Pumpkins
Snow Patrol
"If music be the food of love, play on" - Twelfth Night
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