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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
Her CatalystAs she walks through the maelstrom, the words trace upon the tips of her fingers and press into the stone. Every brick, every crack in the concrete, every crossed and angular stroke in reds and blacks and oranges. The drips of the gasoline pool around the base of her boots, slosh as she steps over the burst pipes and the rubble.
So much rubble. So little outcry. The silence of the city grates on her eardrums and the mantras she'd been forced to memorize. The Seers demanded they observe thirteen years of recitation before they attempt to weave their first World together.
But who other than the Seers can claim the incantations that knot the skeins they twist and pull on like reins hold fast? When have any of the Sisters recorded the visions they traced upon space-time and recited them, left them open for critique and discussion and debate?
Which is why she walks through the chalky soot of the smashed city around her. This all
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