Water Curtain Cave

Anna Ki — Tue, 13 Dec 2011 02:46:03 +0000

want to be killed

slowly

painfully

jump off a building

die

splatter

don’t want to live

die

i wish i could just die already

can’t kill myself

will someone please kill me

please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me kill me

Anna Ki — Mon, 06 Dec 2010 14:51:55 +0000

Foe Yay turns me on. Probably because the only way I can relate to other people is through violence.

Negima Top Ten Characters

Anna Ki — Tue, 16 Nov 2010 03:00:19 +0000

1. Evangeline
2. Rakan
3. Mana
4. Chachamaru
5. Negi/Adult Negi
6. Setsuna

These are my top six. The rest, I don’t care about as much.

7. Chao
8. Albireo
9. Nagi/Arika
10. Adult Koutarou

Anna Ki — Sun, 14 Nov 2010 06:44:11 +0000

I am horribly horribly depressed due to my own incompetence and I am binging on sitcoms and chocolate in a desperate attempt to cheer myself up.

It’s not working.

Vicious cycle.

I hate myself. What else is new?

Anna Ki — Mon, 08 Nov 2010 04:40:18 +0000

Why am I such a fucking failure?

Recently that’s all I’ve been able to think about.

Story ideas

Anna Ki — Mon, 01 Nov 2010 21:17:01 +0000

Fuckability Zero.

That’d make for a lovely story title wouldn’t it?

She rates everyone around her in terms of fuckability. The first time he sees her, she tells that he has a grand total of zero fuckability. They Fight Crime! (Or something.)

I need my best friend to realize his girlfriend is worthless.

—

I was listening to the Mononoke soundtrack, specifically, Mononoke Hime and The Journey to the West, when images started forming. A person, much of the same gender and age as the Medicine Seller, lives a peaceful, quiet life in an isolated valley; his entire mind and soul are as one with the wind, the sunlight drifting through the trails of willow, dew-soaked leaves, and ice-cold springs. He lives entirely off the land, without any desire for human companionship or the outer world whatsoever. His only friends are the animals and spirits around him, who come to him for companionship and advice. He plays chess with fox demons and dances with butterfly spirits. He adorns the spirits of the water with the petals of flowers that they would otherwise not be able to reach. There will be hot springs of some sort.

His serene life is broken, however, when a warrior shows up to ask him for help. Their land is being invaded, and if he does not lend his power over the spirits to them, their world will be destroyed.

What will happen next?

Images & ideas:

Yellowing paper with the smell of ink, delicate caligraphy.
Story consists of poems by the main character, spoken out loud and recorded by the wind and sun. Subtle changes in the landscape hint at the coming strife. The rest of it are songs to the warrior, and songs to the spirits.

Anna Ki — Thu, 28 Oct 2010 04:12:21 +0000

My heart is sick.

Anna Ki — Wed, 27 Oct 2010 02:36:25 +0000

I’m a failure. I’m a failure. I’m a failure.

I cannot sing.

At all.

I fail at acting.

I fail at dancing.

I fail at EVERYTHING.

Why am I such a failure? Why?! WHY!?

This is bad.

Anna Ki — Sat, 16 Oct 2010 10:20:54 +0000

I’m in love with Sue Sylvester.

This is not a crush. This is not admiration. This is full blown I want you I need you I love you please be mine right now kind of love. These are not the kind of feelings you’re supposed to have for a fictional character. Next thing I know I’ll be making Sue Sylvester hugging pillows. Or worse, having a wedding ceremony with pictures of her. A marriage with a fictional character. A gay marriage, at that.

Damn you, Grilled Cheesus. This is all your fault. Your fault for showing us a Sue Sylvester that’s not merely a caricature of pure luscious evilness. She was so open this episode – raw, honest, vulnerable, serious, all the way through – without losing the delicious sharpness to her character. She was so beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful. And so real, like she was someone I actually knew in real life. Like I could just reach out and she’d be there with that mocking smile on her face. It haunts me, that last image of her lounging at the table opposite her sister, flicking away a checkers piece with almost girlish mischief. Like I could just turn a corner and she’d be there.

I love her. Oh god. I love her. I love her I love her I love her. -sob-

And she’s atheist too. The way she argued with Bambi about it – it was so goddamn sexy my chest nearly exploded with cum.

Oh god. I love you, Sue. I love you. I love you! I LOVE YOU! I want to scream it to the whole world! I! LOVE! YOU! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!

And I love you, Jane Lynch, for bringing this wonderful, amazing character alive on screen. I love you for that too. You’re a beautiful, talented woman, and you deserve every single Emmy you get. I love you too. <3

Anna Ki — Tue, 12 Oct 2010 06:16:50 +0000

I feel like murdering someone tonight. Hmm.