as long as we're going down

AKA: The cutest movie about two obsessive stalkers who try to ruin a man's life, ever.

(Note: You can also find this over on my tumblr, or else on the wordpress I almost never use, pfft.)


( I've been wanting to write something about this film for ages, and my recent rewatch finally inspired me to do just that. )

I finally found myself a Star Trek icon!

It is all-too applicable to the fic I'm (almost done!) writing.

I want a cross-over of Jane Austen's Persuasion and Patrick O'Brian's Aubrey-Maturin series, where Captains Wentworth and Aubrey meet up and kick major Napoleonic ass and probably pine about their respective sweethearts.  Except Wentworth will be the angstier of the two, because he'll contest that he doesn't love Anne anymore, since she, yanno, broke his heart and all.  Maybe Dr. Maturin can join the romantic angsting with Wentworth.  So long as he brings his laudanum addiction to the table and dissects something weird.  Which is pretty much a given, so.

OMG I WANT IT SO BAD.

Because I need more Cid in my life.



PS:  Y helo thar, LJ comments.

I'm pretty sure it's now my head-canon that Austria was pudgy as a kid, and that's the reason he sucked at fighting.  XD  (Why bother with a sword when cake is so much tastier?)

Fat kid with a cupcake.

Maybe that's why Prussia likes poking his cheeks?  Because he keeps remembering how pudgy and soft they were, way back when?

Against my will, it seems my Austria is getting more like my Vincent every day.  Now he's having creepy-obsessive thoughts about Hungary.  Granted, it's more like a one-time deal, and he gets better, so I'm still more apt to call it love with a sprinkling of obsession, rather than obsession with a sprinkling of...whatever it was Vincent put on top.

Sexual frustration is a bitch.  Austria, if you weren't such a gentleman, you wouldn't have this problem.  Maybe you should go slut yourself out, just for a release, you know?

...Man, that's a hot thought.  No wonder Hungary can't manage to leave him, even though he's bad for her.

He's also a sneaky, manipulative son of a bitch, and a total pencil-neck priss besides, so maybe he's got some Hojo in him, as well.

(I swear.  Sometimes I think the only thing that keeps me going with this complicated fuck-all of a romance is my head-canon where they actually develop a healthy relationship post-Iron Curtain--one thing my Vincent can't exactly claim with Lucrecia.  And one thing I haven't yet written, because who wants to write about healthy relationships?  They're boring.  Nice, normal lives don't make for good stories.)

Also, I've been writing some Poland.  And IT IS EVERYTHING I HOPED IT WOULD BE AND MORE AWESOMENESS ON TOP OF THAT.

Seriously.  Poland is, like, rival-Prussia awesome.  And I want to marry Spain and have Liechtenstein as a friend, but that's beside the point.

I'm a big fan of M*A*S*H, and I admittedly infused a little bit of Max Klinger into my Poland (novelty cross-dressing turns into an actual coping mechanism), but it wasn't until today that I got the AMAZING idea of a scenario where they meet up and trade fashion secrets.  As I refuse to touch the M*A*S*H fandom, and don't have any particular desire to start writing fics for it (I don't feel I have anything to add), I'm quite content to just let this be a happy plot-bunny in my head.

But if someone did happen to write that scenario, I'd owe them a fic of awesome on mere principle.

Which I shouldn't say, because then that very fic will fall into my lap tomorrow, and I'll be obligated to write a corresponding gift fic, and with my luck, my mind will be completely BLANK.

And I have enough RL things I need to concentrate on right now, anyway.  I shouldn't even be writing Klinger!Poland and Vincent!Austria as it is.  I should be taking a shower and going to bed.

And...on that note, I think I'm done with this post.  XD

I'd like to think that this is what Sweden...

  Sweden:
  -large
  -imposing
  -man of few words








...sings (and acts like) when drunk:

I guess LJ won't let me embed?


And is it just me, or does the frontman look like the love-child of Jamie Hyneman and Adam Savage?

So I just realized who would make the perfect Vincent Valentine (if played by a real actor): Conrad Veidt.

For a while, I was thinking Adrien Brody, and while he'd admittedly make a damn good Vincent, he has now been relegated to my runner-up.

Anyway, Conrad Veidt is probably most known for being very German and playing a German in "Casablanca."  I'm more into his earlier silent work, like "The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari" or "The Man Who Laughs."  (The former is a FANTASTICALLY fucked up movie--arguably the first horror film, though far more psychologically thrilling than visually gruesome.  The latter is just as fantastic, because--aside from a little bit of melodramatic hand gesticulating--Veidt essentially acts the entire movie with his eyes.  And the titular character served as visual inspiration for The Joker, so there's some trivia for you.)

But no, seriously, check it:



Is that not like the most perfect Vincent ever?  Handsome, but still kind of unsettling.  Sort of vulnerable, but totally looks like he wouldn't mind killing a few people for a paycheck.  Hell, it looks like he might already do that for a hobby.  And you can't tell from this pic exactly, but Veidt totally had the tall and lanky thing going on.

So yeah.  I rest my case.