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Obsessed: Twilight x OuranObsessed:
An Ouran High School Host Club x Twilight Crossover
Kiss, Kiss, Fall in Love
(music, music, music)
The high school arched over the horizon like a pastel European castle. Actually, that's not too inaccurate, seeing as the pink and purple building was doubtlessly designed to resemble a European castle. Atmosphere, you know. Among the lovely scenery were decorative fountains, abundant rose gardens, classical marble statues, and picturesque colonnades. At the very top of the campus lay the structure's crowning glory; a pristine pink clock tower that rose above the the other buildings and looked down at the students below.
The students milled about along the campus grounds; the girls all in fluffy yellow dresses and the boys in baby blue blazers. All were children of powerful corporate leaders, all born to a life of privilege - all, except for one. First year student Haruhi Fujioka.
Rant From An Angry Fat ChickI was at the movies yesterday and a trailer came on for the newest pathetic excuse for comedy. Unless two hours of fat jokes is your thing, I don't recommend seeing it. Granted, I haven't seen it myself, and I don't intend to, but if the trailer was that misleading then it wasn't a very good trailer.
The plot is: a skinny girl dies in a car crash (funny, right?) and comes back to earth as a fat girl. Rather than being happy to have a second lease on life, she's devastated because she's (eww!) fat. And then she has to get used to being treated like a lesser person because she no longer fits society's standard of beauty (again, funny, right?)
Like I said, I'm not going to see it.
Are we really at the point where that's how we see ourselves? I've long believed that movies are a reflection within a reflection of the culture. They're not how we are, or how we know we are, but they are about how we think we should
IronmanHear me read it
My friends used to call William "Ironman" because the first time we kissed he got a nosebleed and the taste of his blood haunted me for a long time after it. We'd only been twelve years old and apparently the anxiety spiked his blood pressure to the point of combustion... I remember that when we were forced to take sex ed a few years later we were divided into separate classes for boys and girls, in case a diagram of an ovary was too risqué and we became animalistic and started clawing at each other in our seats, but nonetheless when our teacher Ms Jacobs had explained to us what an erection was in my mind all I could picture was the blood rushing to his nose and then the slash of cranberry across my blouse.
With the idea planted in his mind it didn't take long for William's hands to start wandering, but the image persisted. Every time I thought about just letting it happen I wondered what would happen if he got too excite
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