Confessions of a Geeky Girl

zoidberg noise

2009-04-09T13:20:48Z

Shockwave

79%

Bulkhead

71%

Optimus Prime

71%

Wasp

67%

Ultra Magnus

63%

Starscream

58%

Sentinel Prime

58%

Black Arachnia

58%

Omega Supreme

58%

Ratchet

54%

Megatron

50%

Grimlock

50%

Bumblebee

46%

Wreck-Gar

46%

Lugnut

42%

Swindle

38%

Lockdown

38%

Blitzwing

38%

Constructicons

33%

Soundwave

33%

Blurr

33%

Prowl

17%

Jazz

13%

Court Room Drama

2009-01-26T17:12:48Z

I generally abhor forwarded e-mails as they are full of, well, crap. I mean, really, if I had done those stupid chain letter things, I'd have all of Heaven's angels surrounding me. I think I'll take my chances, thanks. My mom, I think trying to find ways to encourage me, usually sends me these things. I must admit that most of them end up deleted straight away. Sometimes though she does manage to send through a winner. I just thought I'd put them up here for all to enjoy!

These are from a book called Disorder in the American Courts, and are (purportedly) things people actually said in court, word for
word, taken down and now published by court reporters that had the torment of staying calm while these exchanges were actually
taking place.

ATTORNEY: What was the first thing your husband said to you that morning?
WITNESS: He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"
ATTORNEY: And why did that upset you?
WITNESS: My name is Susan!

ATTORNEY: What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?
WITNESS: Gucci sweats and Reeboks.

ATTORNEY: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: And in what ways does it affect your memory?
WITNESS: I forget.
ATTORNEY: You forget? Can you give us an example of something you forgot?

ATTORNEY: Do you know if your daughter has ever been involved in voodoo?
WITNESS: We both do.
ATTORNEY: Voodoo?
WITNESS: We do.
ATTORNEY: You do?
WITNESS: Yes, voodoo.

ATTORNEY: Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about it until the next morning?
WITNESS: Did you actually pass the bar exam?

ATTORNEY: The youngest son, the twenty-year-old, how old is he?
WITNESS: He's twenty, much like your IQ.

ATTORNEY: Were you present when your picture was taken?
WITNESS: Are you kidding me?

ATTORNEY: She had three children, right?
WITNESS: Yes.
ATTORNEY: How many were boys?
WITNESS: None.
ATTORNEY: Were there any girls?
WITNESS : Your Honor, I think I need a different attorney. Can I get a new attorney?

ATTORNEY: How was your first marriage terminated?
WITNESS: By death.
ATTORNEY: And by whose death was it terminated?
WITNESS: Take a guess.

ATTORNEY: Can you describe the individual?
WITNESS: He was about medium height and had a beard.
ATTORNEY: Was this a male or a female?
WITNESS: Unless the Circus was in town I'm going with male.

ATTORNEY: Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice which I sent to your attorney?
WITNESS: No, this is how I dress when I go to work.

ATTORNEY: Doctor, how many of your autopsies have you performed on dead people?
WITNESS: All of them. The live ones put up too much of a fight.

ATTORNEY: ALL your responses MUST be oral, OK? What school did you go to?
WITNESS: Oral.

ATTORNEY: Do you recall the time that you examined the body?
WITNESS: The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.
ATTORNEY: And Mr. Denton was dead at the time?
WITNESS: If not, he was by the time I finished.

ATTORNEY: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?
WITNESS: Are you qualified to ask that question?

And the best for last:

ATTORNEY: Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?

WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for blood pressure?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: Did you check for breathing?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began the autopsy?
WITNESS: No.
ATTORNEY: How can you be so sure, Doctor?
WITNESS: Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.
ATTORNEY: I see, but could the patient have still been alive, nevertheless?
WITNESS: Yes, it is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law.

They say there's a recession.

2009-01-04T11:59:26Z

If that's the case, you'd think store's be grabbing your hands off if you walk in there looking to spend an inordinately large amount of money. Right?

WRONG!

Richie, in his infinite wisdom, has decided that he can no longer live without a 46 in. plasma screen telly, Blu-Ray player (which will most likely turn out to be a PS3 anyhow) and a new DVD player. He has been to no fewer than about 6 stores asking for information, advice and outright telling them that he is going to buy these things although he hadn't decided *where* yet.

No one wants to serve him. No one wants to speak to him. If they do they act as if it's the greatest of efforts. This has pissed him off to the breaking point and has decided to buy pretty much everything off the internet instead of having to deal with the braindead arseholes that stores employ. Seriously, why do these "salespeople" tend to just stand around the toasters wanting to flog a £20 item instead of a £1000 item? Where the hell is the sense in this? The only thing I can see is that they're freakin' lazy and are really only there to take orders. I believe that customer service is well and truly dead here. Well, occasionally you see a flash of brilliance, but such a thing happens about as often as the appearance of Haley's Comet. A once in a lifetime type of thing.

I had such a moment yesterday when I went into Game to find some SingStar games. I literally had just walked into the shop (a shop that was packed) and was asked if I needed help finding anything. The guy was great, very helpful and he did help me to find at least one decent SingStar game in the sea of crappy Disney and Bollywood! SingStar games. I'll probably never see that ever again.

Anyhow... back to my rant. Because of his absolute despondancy at not being able to find someone to serve him, he went into a furniture shop to purchase a media cabinet for all of our future purchases. He called me a few minutes ago to say he also bought a dining room table. I was rather shocked, considering how frugal he is and asked him why. His reply?

"I was just so thrilled to have someone willing to serve me that I... couldn't... help it."

I Will Survive...

2008-12-31T14:49:32Z

Being stuck in Detroit for over 24 hours.

Seriously. I'm home now but what a crappy trip home it was! Everything started out alright. We had packed the night before, everything was ready to go and so we had a very stress free Saturday. Our flight was scheduled to leave at 5:00 PM. Fine. We got to the airport at 3:00 to check in. Now the fact that Northwest Airlines only had one dude on the check in desk and that there were grumbles about cancelled/delayed flights should have made me twig that this was not going to be a great trip, but noooo. Hell, even my mom had a psychic moment on the way to the airport when she said, "You know, we haven't even called to see if your flight is delayed or anything." I brushed that off. It was a beautiful, sunny (if not cold) day. Why would our flight be delayed?

We made the obligatory trip through Hell, er, Security with no problems. Oh, and folks?  They don't check things as well as you might think and I'll tell you why later. After that we went straight to our gate only to discover our flight was... DELAYED! They man on the desk said that the plane that was supposed to pick up our flight crew in Memphis had been turned back around and sent back to Montgomery, Alambama because of mechanical problems. Fine. How long would it be? Two hours, tops, he told us. Well, that there had us screwed already. Two hours late meant we'd miss our flight to Gatwick. So we asked if we could just take the flight the next day. No. Why not? There isn't one. Crap. We had no choice but to wait. And wait. And wait. After a couple of hours, the man made the announcement that the line of slow moving thunderstorms that were stretching diagonally from Texas to the Great Lakes was now working against us. Even once the mechanically challenged plane was made well and sent to Memphis, it couldn't fly for the weather.

So we waited.

Finally, at 10:00 PM, five freakin' hours after we should have left Oklahoma City, our plane arrived and we left at 10:30. We finally landed in Detroit at 2 AM. Not a good time to be in Detroit as there is nothing open and the staff are all getting sick of being there and are just wanting to go home. No one wanted to help us. They gave us the bare minimum information, a few food vouchers and a voucher for a hotel room for one night. One Night. And no bags. All we had were the clothes on our backs. Once they shoved the vouchers in my husband's hands, they all just disappeared! So there we were trying to figure out where the hell to go to get to our hotel. We finally found it and did about another half an hour of waiting. At 3:30 we finally crashed into the hotel room and promptly went to sleep. Until about 5:00 when the wind started blowing so strong that it kept making a bit of loose trim around our window sound like a machine gun. Richie and I got about 3 or 4 hours of sleep. The boys didn't have much more than that.

Now, because Northwest is so damn generous and only gave us one night in the hotel, we had no choice to check out at noon. Our flight wasn't until 9:45 PM. We had nearly 10 hours to try and keep our three boys entertained. You get sick of people, the smell of food, the sounds of jets taking off that aren't yours and everything else associated with the airport. You can only ride a tram so many times before the kids get tired of it. The moving walkways loose their novelty after the millionth time you travel on them just to try and keep the kids happy. Don't get me wrong, the boys actually were brilliant. There was only a small amount of complaining and bickering and never once did any of them say, "We're boooored." We did hear, "When are we leaving?" a few times, but Richie and I were asking ourselves that over and over as it was. Now, remember what I said about security not checking your bags that well?  Well, there was a little shop in the hotel that sold toiletries. Considering how we had no bags, that meant we had no deoderant. I was *not* about to spend two days stinking and insisted that we got some. Fine. Now, technically, deoderant is on the banned list. We both forgot that it was in our carry on. They scanned the bag. They didn't call us on it. This isn't the first time it's happened. One time we managed to get razors (like Bic disposables) through security. So there you go, that's your tax dollars at work, keeping you safe!

While we were in the airport, I started to get this odd feeling that there was nothing to my world now but that airport. Being in Oklahoma seemed forever ago. Being in England seemed an impossibility. It was a feeling of futility that just wouldn't leave me.

Finally our patience paid off and we boarded our flight. Now, we knew we were going to have a problem because they had split us over an aisle and two rows. No problem, we'd just ask the guy in the middle of the row to trade with Richie. So, we did. He refused. We were pissed. The purser came over and it was revealed that the guy had paid an extra $50 to sit IN AN AISLE SEAT! When in the hell did the aisle seat become a "premium" seat? At that point I didn't blame him for not moving. It turned out that that man wasn't the only one that Northwest decided to tell to shaft either. There was another family who's son ended up in the middle seat of an exit row, which by law he couldn't sit there. So, here's how it went, the man who originally refused to trade, finally did trade with that boy, who then took Richie's window seat. The boy's parents moved from their oddly appointed seats to move with him. Fine. No. A couple comes on the plane only to say they'd paid $50 each for seats next to one another and that the family was now sitting in those seats. Way to rip 'em off NWA! The purser, bless him, kept his cool and (this kind of hacked me off) moved the couple up to business. It was at this point that I cursed having children with me.

Eventually we left and, the one plus point, our 8 hour flight turned out to be about 7 1/2 hours. We arrived, Richie was in a rush to hurry and get to immigration so we could hurry to get to baggage claim... and wait. We waited for half an hour. Finally the bags started coming through. One bag. Two bags. Three bags.... People left. Soon we were the only ones there waiting for our last bag. Northwest Airlines finally decided to give us a parting gift and once again stuck their giant corporate middle finger up at us. How in the hell did they have our freaking bags for 24+ hours and not fucking manage to get all fucking four bags on the fucking plane!? Can someone please explain this to me?  It isn't logical! It isn't right! The bag had my make up in it! Do you know how wrong that is!? I cannot live without my makeup! Well, I can, but I don't like to go without it. So, once again, after Richie speaks to the baggage handling office, he decides we have to hurry to get to our car which is in the longstay parking.

I am sure I am not the only one, but after such a long, horrible flight all my muscles just tense up. Especially my legs. Rushing around, dragging kids and a bag behind me and trying to run after my (sometimes) arse of a husband caused my right leg to cramp. And it was threatening to go into a major spasm that would have brought me down. All I could do was hobble along with my to pointed in the air. He had no sympathy and just kept shouting at me to hurry up! Finally it settled down enough for me to make a mad dash for the tram to the area to catch our bus to the car park.

Thankfully, our three hour drive home was fairly uneventful, apart from the sudden shouts of, "I NEED A WEE!!!!!" at a couple of points. And, to their credit, they really did need them!

So, the moral of this loooong diatribe?

DO NOT FLY NORTHWEST AIRLINES!

Red is Dead.

2008-10-24T10:12:29Z

I have come to realize over the last few days that my Red Alert muse is dead. I am rather sad about this, actually as I liked having him around even if he was a pain at times. I will miss the way he pestered me about the laundry. He did keep me on track quite often. I suppose that he felt that he served no purpose or had no use anymore and moved on to greener pastures, not that I blame him.

What scares me more, is that nearly all my muses are dying along side him. My brain is a quiet place anymore. A sad place. I miss the people who I thought were my friends. I guess I was wrong. As usual. Doesn't matter.

Fed up

2008-10-08T08:52:47Z

Yeah, this is just chock full of me pissing and moaning so you can ignore it if you want.

I'm fed up, depressed and just generally sick and tired of everyday life. Nothing interests me now. I'm on the verge of quitting all RP's I'm (somewhat) involved with as they seem to either be going no where or I'm fucking ignored or I just cannot seem to find a way to really get involved. Not that it matters. Not than anyone would give a fuck if I fell off the face of the earth as it is.

I'm a crap mother, wife, cook. The days are getting shorter. Big whoop. There's nothing to look forward to. Nothing to be thrilled about. It's all the same day in and day out. Running after kids who I really believe hate me. Trying to make a husband happy and failing miserably (nothing new there though considering that I am made of fail).

All my motivation, creativity and what little other things I considered good about myself are gone. Dried up and blown away. I just want to run away or crawl in a hole and die. Anything has to be better than this.

Mister Wizard Was a Liar

2008-09-16T12:32:56Z

When I was a kid growing up in the 80's Mr. Wizard's World was one of my first doses of geekiness using nifty experiements to explain how and why things worked. I loved it and my sister and I would regularly tune into it. Several of the experiments have stayed in my mind over the years and one in particular did. Mr. Wizard was talking about the strength of arcs and demonstrated such strength by attempting to crush an egg. Well, because of the shape of the egg, it distributes the pressure and therefore will not crack. I was truly amazed by this fact. So much so that from that time (I was probably 7) to the present day (I'm now 31) I have tried it more times than I can count.

Saturday, however, I found that Mr Wizard wasn't always right about these things.

I had decided to bake a cake to take over to my in-laws for their wedding anniversary and one of my boys loves to help with that kind of thing. Trying to make it more entertaining for him I decided to show him the egg trick. "Hey Ry! Watch this!" *squeeeeeeze* *CRACK!*

No one told me that eggs shoot. Seriously. Instead of it turning into a drippy mess in my hand, the yolk literally flew up in the air about three or four feet, flew behind me and landed about three feet behind me. On a rug. Most of the white ended up running down my shirt. Ryan stood there, his mouth gaping. I stood there giggling like a moron. Although it was messy, it was at least something entertaining for Ryan.

Priorities...

2008-09-10T13:29:03Z

Today has been a good day so far.

It just got a little better a couple of hours ago.

"Why is that?" you ask. Well, let me tell you.

I have visitors. Yes, I know, I can see the questioning looks on your faces so let me elaborate.

My guests are Starscream and Megatron. Yes, you heard me right. Oh dear. The questioning looks have become "she's lost it" looks. So I will explain more.

Over on Comics in Disguise it was decided by one of the members that her Revoltech Starscream and Megatron needed a vacation. Loads of us signed up and it is my turn to play host to them. We are to take them out and about, take pictures and put it in their blog. So far they have conquered London and Rochester. Now they get to lay waste to the town of Lowestoft! I have all sorts of fun things planned for them before I send them to the North of England. From there they will take a tour of the United States.

So, as I was waiting accepting delivery of my groceries I also accepted delivery of Megs and Screamer. Being the mature and responsible 31 year old that I am, what did I do first? Put the groceries away or play with toys?

PLAY WITH TOYS!

Yes, my priorities are so clear.

Rawr!

2008-08-22T21:29:33Z

Just letting folks know that I'm still alive and breathing. Mom's been here and it's been insane, as usual. I don't know if it's the whole parent/child thing or what, but my usually calm and (somewhat) ordered life seems to fall apart when she's here. She seems to know exactly which buttons to push, which nerves to get on and all of this in a very passive aggressive way. It also doesn't help that my husband, although he gets along with her, turns into a complete and utter arse when she's here. He is bitchy, snipes at me and generally treats me like crap when she's here.

*sigh* As much as I love it when mom is here and I hate to see her go home, I have a guilty twinge when I realize that there is a part of me that is glad to see her go home.

On the plus and totally random side, I got a tablet! YAY! I'm so loving it too!

Losing Touch

2008-08-13T11:16:52Z

I feel like cutting myself off from everyone and everything. Not that things aren't already half way there. I'm out of the loop. Outside the circle and there's no way back in. What is it about me that makes people want to alienate me? Maybe I'm just imagining things (AGAIN!). What does it matter anyway, either way. Just fed up with the whole lot of it. Of trying to keep up, of trying to keep track and doing nothing more than falling on my stupid face time and time again.

I need my friends. Even if they don't really think they are my friends, I need them. I need to have that contact, a friendly word, a bit of support. I try to do the same for them but obviously it isn't what they want. Not from me at least. Here I am, stuck in a place where everyone keeps to themselves, no one interferes and no one dares reaches out to the people around them to try and be friendly. Back in Oklahoma I was warm, open, caring, fun, full of life and confident. Here I am dull, boring, shy and just can't seem to find anyone who wants to truly be a friend. Maybe that's my curse. To forever spend the rest of my days relegated to the background of groups, to never really be a part.

It is what it is. I have no choice but to accept it.

Doctor, Doctor

2008-08-05T14:16:02Z

This is taken from an e-mail my mom sent me. I don't know where it originates from but most of these are hillarious and thought I'd share them.

Embarrassing Medical Exams

1. A man comes into the ER and yells . . .' My wife's going to have her baby in the cab !' I grabbed my stuff, rushed out to the cab, Lifted the lady's dress and began to take off her under-wear. Suddenly I noticed that there were several cabs - - - and I was in the wrong one.
- Submitted by Dr. Mark MacDonald, San Francisco

2. At the beginning of my shift I placed a stethoscope on an elderly and slightly deaf female patient's anterior chest wall. ' Big breaths,'. I instructed. ' Yes, they used to be,'. . . replied the patient.
- Submitted by Dr. Richard Byrnes, Seattle , WA

3. One day I had to be the bearer of bad news when I told a Wife that her husband had died of a massive myocardial infarct. Not more than five minutes later , I heard her reporting to the rest of the family that he had died of a ' massive internal fart.'
-Submitted by Dr. Susan Steinberg

4. During a patient's two week follow-up appointment with his cardiologist, he informed me, his doctor, that he was having trouble with one of his medications. ' Which one ?'. . . I asked. ' The patch . . . the Nurse told me to put on a new one every six hours and now I'm running out of places to put it !' I had him quickly undress and discovered what I hoped I wouldn't see.

Yes, the man had over fifty patches on his body! Now, the instructions include removal of the old patch before applying a new one.
-Submitted by Dr. Rebecca St. Clair, Norfolk , VA

5. While acquainting myself with a new elderly patient, I asked. ' How long have you been bedridden ?' After a look of complete confusion she answered . . .' Why, not for about twenty years - when my husband was alive.'
-Submitted by Dr. Steven Swanson- Corvallis , OR

6. I was performing rounds at the hospital one morning and while checking up on a man I asked . . ..' So how's your breakfast this morning?' ' It's very good except for the Kentucky Jelly. I can't seem to get used to the taste.'. . . Bob replied. I then asked to see the jelly and Bob produced a foil packet labeled 'KY Jelly.'
-Submitted by Dr. Leonard Kransdorf, Detroit , MI

7. A nurse was on duty in the Emergency Room when a young woman with purple hair styled into a punk rocker Mohawk, sporting a variety of tattoos, and wearing strange clothing, entered . . . It was quickly determined that the patient had acute appendicitis, so she was scheduled for immediate surgery.. When she was completely disrobed on the operating table, the staff noticed that her pubic hair had been dyed green, and above it there was a tattoo that read . . .' keep off the grass.' Once the surgery was completed, the surgeon wrote a short note on the patient's dressing, which said ' Sorry . . . had to mow the lawn.'
-Submitted by RN no name

AND FINALLY ! ! ! . . ... . . . . . . . . . . . . .

8. As a new, young MD doing my residency in OB , I was quite embarrassed when performing female pelvic exams.. To cover my embarrassment I had unconsciously formed a habit of whistling softly. The middle-aged lady upon whom I was performing this exam suddenly burst out laughing and further embarrassing me. I looked up from my work and sheepishly said, "I'm sorry. Was I tickling you?' She replied with tears running down her cheeks from laughing so hard. "No doctor, but the song you were whistling was . . .' I wish I was an Oscar Meyer Wiener.'"
-Dr. wouldn't submit his name

Rumble's New Clothes

2008-07-21T17:05:57Z

This is a bit of crack written for a friend over at Comics in Disguise. It's a great site with great people and a great web comic to boot! Check it out if you haven't already!

This fic was spawned from a bit of silliness between myself and Rumble's owner. No real warnings, just general ignorance about human anatomy by one little cassette.

“Hey H, whatcha think?”

The familiar voice of her charge, Rumble, made Holly turn around to see what the mech had brought home now. He was forever picking something or other up out of curiosity and trying to get a handle on Earth culture. Most of the time she found it amusing and endearing but as she turned around, the smile on her face died and twisted into a look of shock. Shutting her eyes tightly, she also covered them for good measure.

“Rumble! What the hell!?”

The clueless Decepticon chuckled, “Yeah, Hook gave me a holo emitter. Now I can go places with ya without people starin’ at me! Isn’t it great?”

Holly continued to bury her face in her hands and sighed, “Rumble, that is wonderful and I’m very thankful for that but don’t you think it would be a good idea to put some clothes on?”

Rumble looked down at his naked holoform and grinned, “Oh, yeah, guess so. I’ll do it in a minute.” Casually strolling over to a mirror, he admired his body, pinching and poking at it. “This feels weird.”

“It would do. You’re not used to feeling things as we do.” Holly peeked between her fingers only to groan and shut her eyes tight again. “Can you hurry up with the clothes thing please?”

Waving his fingers in front of his face for a moment, he then took off the red glasses that looked very similar to his visor, squinted and blinked a few times then put them back on. His fingertips explored his face, each line and contour of it, testing the pliability of his nose and lips. Pulling a few faces, he laughed with delight. “Wow, you humans don’t know how good you got it! Er... You aren’t gonna tell anyone I said that, right?”

Holly sighed, “No.”

“Good, ‘cause I’d hate for any of the other Decepticons to think I was going soft.” His hands felt his arms, squeezing muscles and feeling the bones of his wrists, “Especially Soundwave. You know how he is about us cassettes and I’d hate to let him down.”

“Yes, I know. Rumble, have got your clothes on now? I have things I need to do.” Holly had uncovered her eyes but kept them glued to the floor so she would not have to look at the au natural holoform that was busy posing in the mirror.

Flexing his muscles, Rumble’s attention was drawn downward to an odd appendage between his legs. It was far too small to be a leg and besides, humans only had two legs as it were. It was far too low to be an arm. He nudged it with a finger and watched as it jiggled a bit. A bemused grin spread on his face as he twisted his hips back and forth and the odd flappy bit swung back and forth. Letting a silly giggle escape from his lips as he continued to jump around and wiggle, the funny little part started to change. It was an odd feeling too. Not unpleasant, but a bit irritating and niggling. It was, in some ways, like how his spark felt when he needed the attentions of a femme. He licked his lips and watched as it stiffened and grew. Curious about such a transformation, he reached down and ran a finger along it and gasped, surprised at how much more sensitive it was now. Smirking, he turned towards Holly, his hands on his hips, “Hey Holly. Look at this!”

Not thinking, Holly turned to look and expected to see what clothes Rumble had chosen for himself. Instead, the sight of an aroused holoform greeted her. Once again her hands flew up to cover her face from the sight.

“Bloody hell Rumble! Don’t go pointing that thing at me!” She could feel her cheeks burning hot with the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

Rumble blinked at the rebuff and started to walk over to his guardian, “What did I do?”

“Gah! Just stay there!” Holly scuttled to the other side of the room.

“What is it? You gotta... tell... me... This have to do with this thing here?” Rumble’s finger jabbed the hard-on again and he giggled.

Without looking, Holly threw a pillow at Rumble, “Yes Rumble! Now put it away! What would my parents say if they walked in and saw a naked bloke in my room with a stiffy!”

“A stiffy. Stiffy. That’s a funny word. Stiffy, stiffy, stiffy...”

“RUMBLE!”

“Oh, yeah, sorry.” Rumble stood there for a few more moments admiring his stiffy, gently touching it and liking the feel of that very much.

Holly had now buried her face in a pillow by now, her cheeks flushed more than ever as she could only imagine what the rather randy robot had discovered about his holoform.

“So, uh, Holly?”

“What?” came the muffled, exasperated reply.

“What do humans do with this thing?” Rumble swivelled his hips, battling an invisible foe with his sword.

Another groan from Holly, “You don’t know? Google it Rumble, Google it.”

Rumble shrugged and headed over to the computer in all his naked glory when Holly’s voice could be heard through the pillow, “CLOTHES FIRST THEN GOOGLE!”

“Heh, ok.” As he loped off to the computer, his clothing appeared and covered his modesty.

Cautiously peeling the pillow away from her face, Holly sighed and shook her head. Life with the Cassetticon was about to get either highly entertaining or highly irritating.

sigh

2008-07-10T07:12:11Z

I'm bored. I'M BOOOOOOORED! Did I mention that I'm incredibly bored?

There is *nothing* going on. The daily grind is boring. We've had loads of rain and so can't really go anywhere or do anything. Most of the RP's I'm on are moving S-L-O-W. I hate slow.

The only thing that isn't boring is that my sister has seen a ghost. Yes, I know that a lot of people would scoff at this, but I do believe my sister. She is not one to make up such far fetched stories.

*Rod Serling voice here* Submitted for you approval, the story of a late 20's woman from Oklahoma. For the sake of argument, we'll call her Jennifer. Jennifer was nothing out of the ordinary, just your average person leading an average life. She worked for the local Coke-a-Cola bottling plant doing the night shift, working hard and minding her own business. Then, after one long shift and she was about to retire to bed, her life changed... *end voiceover*

Oh, it scared me so bad! I hardly got any sleep yesterday, in spite of having downed three sleeping pills. I was sitting up in bed, waiting for Boyd to come to bed. He had gone into the living room to take off his glasses and my two dogs were in the bedroom with me. All of a sudden, 'Boyd' walks through the door really fast, like he was in some big hurry. I thought that was weird, because we were just going to bed ... why be in such a big hurry? I watched him go to my dresser, where real Boyd keeps his socks and underwear. I was totally confused at this point, when I heard one of the drawers slide open, and I was about to ask him what he was doing, but I felt kind of tongue-tied or something, because my brain and my eyes were having a major disagreement. 'Boyd' had disappeared. I thought, well, maybe he's looking in the bottom drawer or playing with Leeroy, or something. I sat up and looked - no Boyd. Leeroy was playing around by the foot of the bed. I looked across the hall, and real Boyd had been in the bathroom the whole time! I told him what I had seen, and when he walked into the room, we heard it playing with the drawer pulls on the dresser. I swear, it was so solid and real, I just could not comprehend that I was not actually seeing Boyd. I can't really say exactly what it looked like, except it was about as tall as Boyd. I can't really say for sure if it had a HEAD. AT ALL. OR ARMS. Pretty sure it had feet at least because I heard its freakin' footsteps. Saw it block out the light from the hall as it passed by. Blocked the light from my alarm clock. It even blocked the air from my box fan. My brain flat shut down I guess, when I saw it kind of ... fold up. Disappear. And that room was freakin' COLD for a good thirty minutes afterward. I always kind of thought people with really outrageous apparition stories must be full of crap (example: http://www.okpri.com/CrawlerHouse.htm WARNING read that with the lights ON), but now I do not doubt them. So weird! I've heard lots of weird stuff and seen a few things move on their own, but I never, ever thought I would ever see anything like THAT. But why oh WHY does the stupid thing have to live in my bedroom?! And WHAT on earth is its fascination with my dresser?! Once I thought about it, I remembered a few months ago, it woke me up in the middle of the day playing with those damned handles, but I forced myself to not think about it and go back to sleep. Wow ... just wow. This is a totally true story, not exaggerated in the least. Gonna try to get some EVPs this weekend ... wish me luck!

Totally true!!!!

Jennifer

And on a totally unrelated side note:
You know you're in deep when you hear this on Scooby Doo and die laughing.
"The storm overloaded the circuit breakers and knocked all the transformers out."

Best Laid Plans

2008-07-05T22:18:33Z

For Christmas my brother-in-law and his wife saw it to bestow us with a gift certificate for a posh restuarant.

This was not what we asked for. No. We clearly said one word: MONEY!

Cold hard cash should never, ever be underestimated. Especially when the giftee has requested it from the gifter. Anyhow, we have held onto this gift certificate for months now and finally decided to use it. We made the reservation for 7:30 tonight. We had looked up the menu on their website and had chosen what we would have for our meal ahead of arriving. I was looking forward to a nice rib eye steak. In anticipation of the evening I got dressed up, fussed over my hair and makeup and picked out my clothes. I spent over an hour getting ready to go. My husband even put on his suit and he looked very nice indeed.

Our drive to the restuarant was uneventful.

Our arrival, however, was not. There apparently was a wedding reception going on and the carpark was absolutely chock-a-block with barely enough room to turn around the car. We sat and waited when we saw some old fart and his wife get in their car... AND SIT THERE! We started to get more and more angry. My husband, who has no patience whatsoever, tore out of the car park and out into the road, then down the road. There was absolutely nowhere to park within 30 miles of the bloody restuarant!

At 7:30 we sat in our car, called the restuarant and cancelled our reservation.

So there we were, all dressed up and no place to go. We cursed like sailors the whole way back home. For those of you familiar with the movie Planes, Trains and Automobiles, if you imagine the scene where Steve Martin is cursing every other word... Well... That was our car ride back home.

Instead of having a lovely steak meal and wine we resorted to Chinese beef curry and beer at home. Not quite as good, especially with all the hassle I had going to get it.

The moral of the story?

When we see our dear relative next and he asks what we want for Christmas we will take baseball bats and hit him in the head repeatedly saying, "SHOW US THE FUCKING MONEY! SHOW US THE FUCKING MONEY!" Will he get the hint? We can only hope.

Ganked from moya_koordinat

2008-07-05T21:54:01Z

Thought this was an interesting little quiz. I'm surprised I didn't score much higher than I did, actually!

[] the dark
[] staying single forever
[] being a parent - Been there, doing that
[] giving birth - Been there, done that, got the T-shirt three times
[x] being myself in front of others - I guess because I don't like myself a whole lot I figure others won't either.
[] open spaces
[] closed spaces
[] heights
[] dogs
[] birds
[] fish
[x] spiders
[] flowers or other plants

Total so far: 2

[] being touched
[] fire
[] deep water
[] snakes
[] silk
[] the ocean
[x] failure - Even though I do it plenty enough
[] success
[] thunder/lightning - Ha! Grow up in Oklahoma and you can't fear it.
[] frogs/toads
[] my boyfriend's/girlfriend's dad
[] boyfriend's/girlfriend's mom
[] rats
[x] jumping from high places - I hate high places. Jumping from them is not an option.
[] snow

Total so far: 2

[] rain
[] wind
[x] crossing hanging bridges
[] death
[] heaven
[] being robbed
[] falling
[] clowns
[] dolls
[x] large crowds of people
[] men
[] women
[] having great responsibilities
[x] doctors, including dentists
[x] tornadoes - Yet again, you grow up in Oklahoma and you see what they can do. You will fear them.

Total so far: 4

[] hurricanes
[x] incurable diseases - The thought of pandemic bird flu scares the crap out of me.
[] sharks
[] Friday the 13th
[] ghosts
[] poverty
[] Halloween
[] school
[] trains
[] odd numbers
[] even numbers
[] being alone
[] becoming blind
[x] becoming deaf - I love music too much. If I couldn't hear it... yikes.
[] growing up

Total so far: 2

[x] creepy noises in the night
[] bee stings
[] not accomplishing my dreams/goals
[] needles
[] blood
[] dinosaurs
[] the welcome mat
[] high speed
[] throwing up
[] falling in love
[x] super secrets - No comment...

Total so far: 2

Final total:

If you get more than 30, I strongly recommend some counseling.
If you get more than 20, you’re paranoid.
If you get 10-20, you are normal.
If you get 10 or less, you’re fearless.
People who don’t have any are liars.

Ashamed

2008-07-03T06:57:48Z

I owe quite a few people apologies and I'm not above making them. I know that I have been acting like a spoiled brat and I am really sorry for it. There are times when I am incredibly selfish and fail to see the forest for the trees. My friends do care for me, they worry about me and I have taken that and thrown it back in their faces.

For those of you reading this, you know who you are and I am extremely sorry.

I can only hope that you can forgive me.

Tired

2008-07-02T09:29:23Z

I'm tired, worn out, fed up, angry, confused, upset and any other descriptive you'd care to use.

I don't have it in my anymore. Wish I could just crawl in a hole or something. Hide. Stay there.

Bah.

I don't know anymore.

Like I knew anything in the first place.

Fuck it.

Mafiaverse PWP

2008-06-30T16:53:26Z

Yep, it's time for a bit of gratuitous sex for the sake of it! Yay! Based on my mafiaverse that I'm working on. So, yeah, you dun like graphic descriptions of... stuff.... don't read!

When Federal Prohibition Agent Owen Palladino had received the invitation to Michael Thorne’s 5^th Avenue penthouse apartment to discuss “things”, he had to admit he was stunned. Not being anybody’s fool, Owen had refused the invitation, seeing it merely as the first step to the mob boss corrupting him and twisting him to Thorne’s own purposes. Owen had graciously, yet forcefully, rejected the offer, sending Franco DeMarco back with his reply and thinking that would be the end of it. Much to his surprise, it was not the end of it. In fact, it was just the beginning of it. After a week, both Franco and his twin brother Reuben turned up, proffering the same invitation and also a gift of a fine bottle of Scotch that was not of the bathtub variety. Palladino scoffed at the barefaced cheek of Thorne and yet again refused, sending both brothers and the gift back to where they had come from. The odd game of tennis that the mobster and the agent had started continued to grow more intense. Still, Thorne pursued, continuing to offer what amounted to bribes in an attempt to lure Palladino. Still, Palladino refused, always claiming that he had to remain faultless in the eyes of the public, incorruptible and true if he were to carry out his job. Thorne finally had enough and with his temper getting the better of him, he made Palladino an offer he could not refuse.

Walking along the dark streets of New York City late at night was perhaps not the most intelligent thing he could have done, but it was Owen’s habit, allowing him to clear his head after a long, hard day. Ever vigilant, he constantly looked and listened to what was going on around him, never putting himself in a position where he might be attacked. Unfortunately on this night, in spite of his vigilance, Stephen Scott and Sydney Wallace, Thorne’s deputies, got the better of him. Seeming to materialize from the very shadows that surrounded him, the pair of them silently stalked over to him and pressed the muzzles of their guns into his back. Refusing to allow the fear he felt take over Owen stiffened slightly and slowed his step.

“Ah, ah, ah, keep walking. The boss wants to see you,” Scott’s rasping voice was hushed and calm. “You see, you kept turning down his hospitality and he doesn’t like that. Especially when he’s willing to help you out a bit, tell you some things you need to know. It’s just plain disrespectful.”

“I see. And you know all about showing respect, do you?”

Scott smirked, “Of course I do. Now come with us, nice and calm like and everything will be fine. All he wants is a little chat.” The cold laugh that came from the man made Owen doubt very strongly that Thorne wanted nothing more than someone to confide in, but considering that he had two guns pressed into his back, he was in no position to argue.

“Fine, I’ll come with you.”

“Smart fellow, always thought you were. Car’s this way.” Both men ushered him into a dark alleyway and into the awaiting car.

The drive back to the building where Thorne’s apartment was located was made in complete silence. Owen was crowded into the backseat of the car with Scott and Wallace either side of him, ensuring that he did nothing untoward. Before long, they had arrived outside the building where Thorne’s apartment was located and Owen was forcefully removed from the back seat and escorted into the elevator.

“So what does Thorne want to see me for?” He hoped that it would be Sydney answering and not Stephen. Fortunately, he got his wish, but was not enlightened any further.

“It’s his business, not mine. You’ll have to ask him yourself.” Sydney refused to look at him and merely gave him a shove once the doors to the elevator opened.

Owen stumbled slightly as he entered the foyer of the apartment. It was the most opulent, decadent room he had ever seen. The floor was gorgeous polished Italian marble laid in an Art Deco style pattern. Paintings hung on the rich red walls and deeply varnished wooden panelling covered the lower half of the wall. As much as he hated it, he was impressed, but only for a moment because he soon remembered how Thorne had been able to afford such a lavish lifestyle.

The two thugs led him through the even more richly appointed apartment and into a meeting room off to the left. Once inside, they pushed him into a seat.

Stephen leaned down, “Now you sit here like a good boy, and Thorne’ll be here shortly.”

“I wouldn’t dream of trying anything.” Although nervous, Owen crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap, affecting a look of slight disinterest in everything. Stephen sneered at him and swept out of the room, Sydney following in his wake and shutting the door behind him.

Owen looked around; this room was much as the ones he had already been brought through. Everything in here spoke of a man who had sophisticated tastes. For some reason though, Owen suspected that it was more likely Thorne’s interior decorator’s tastes that were displayed. Soon, Michael Thorn appeared in the doorway of the meeting room and stood there impressively for a few moments before taking bold, sure steps inside and shutting the double doors behind him. Without a word he strode over to the high-backed chair at the head of the table and sunk down into it, peering intently at his guest.

Owen met his gaze calmly.

“You know, I was most disappointed that you kept refusing my invitations,” Thorne began.

“Surely you can’t blame me.” Owen raised an eyebrow.

“No, of course not. A man of your calibre and with your position must keep up an air of respectability. Coming to see me would be out of character and also would be seen by many as a very questionable act. No matter. I got you here eventually, didn’t I?” His smile was predatory and it unnerved Palladino.

“Yes, you did. As for an air of respectability, it’s not a front I put on for people. It is who I am.” Owen’s eyes flashed dangerously for a moment, anger building in him at the suggestion that he might not be what everyone thought he was.

Thorne, having become a great observer of people over all these years, smirked at Palladino’s reaction. “Please forgive me if I have offended you. I meant no disrespect.”

Owen nodded. “Shall we get down to business then so I can get out of here? Why did you bring me here?”

“Patience, Owen. All shall be revealed in good time. Now,” Thorne moved to a rather well stocked wet bar and poured two drinks, “Let’s celebrate a new era of collaboration between your department and myself.” He pressed a glass of cognac into Palladino’s hand.

Owen looked at the glass disdainfully, “Cooperation, Thorne, is a two way street. I give you something in return for something you have to offer. Somehow I doubt that is what you mean by cooperation. What I think you are after is convincing me to turn a blind eye to what you get up to. I cannot do that.” Not thinking, he took a swig of the cognac, savouring the taste of it and the way it warmed him on the way down. Thorne’s eyes glittered and he moved back to his seat where he rested his elbows on the arms of the chair, twined his fingers together and rested his chin on the backs of his hands.

“I am disappointed, Owen, as I felt certain that you would be more than happy to hear some relevant information about my competitors.” Thorne continued to study Palladino carefully, watching, and waiting.

“Heh, yes, your competitors; it would serve you very well to have them out of the way, would it not?” Swirling the remaining cognac in the glass, Owen noticed that he didn’t feel quite right but he chalked it up to the fact that drink was affecting him more simply because he had not had a drink in so long. Surely his flushed cheeks and the warmth he felt was nothing more than the alcohol and he loosened his tie ever so slightly to try and dissipate some of the heat.

“I cannot deny that but I thought that you would like to nab any of those you consider to be my ilk.” A ghost of a smirk played on Thorne’s lips while he observed his guest’s obvious discomfort.

Owen let out an uncharacteristic laugh, uncertain as to why, but going with the feeling anyway. “If I could, I’d have all of you locked away for life. You say you want to make a deal, so, tell me, how do I know I can trust you?”

Thorne’s smirk grew, “Why, I’m willing to share my prize possession with you.” He rose almost regally from his seat and stepped out of the room for a moment. Owen could hear some muffled speaking, the conversation beyond the doors turned heated, but it didn’t matter to him, not now. He finished his drink and sank back into his seat, waiting for his host to return but restlessness had overtaken him and leapt to his feet and paced about the room like a caged animal. Owen went about inspecting items on the marble mantle, paintings on the walls and ran his fingers over the cool metal of bronze statues. Everything seemed more vibrant and colourful; his mind worked faster and he felt completely alert. Standing next to the fireplace and fingering the small Ming Dynasty vase resting there, the sound of the door opening caught his attention and he turned to see Thorne return. He had a rather unpleasant and knowing smile on his face that made Palladino shudder slightly.

Still smiling insolently, Thorne escorted a woman into the room, his hand was in the small of her back and Owen did not miss it when the hand slipped down to caress her backside. “This is Natalia.” He moved around behind her, both of his hands settling on her hips and pulling her against him. His lips brushed against her neck briefly. The woman’s eyes flashed a brief look of disgust at Thorne’s actions, but they were swiftly swept away and covered by a sweet smile and batting eyelashes.

Owen’s eyes roamed over her. Her blonde hair was piled on top of her head with only thin wisps trailing down her elegant neck. Beneath the black silk kimono that wrapped around her body were hints of voluptuous breasts, a small waist and wonderfully rounded hips. “An angel. She must be an angel,” Owen thought in his rapidly degenerating state. His mind raced; all rational thought sped through at a rate too difficult to fully comprehend. The one thing he knew right now was that he wanted her more than he had wanted any other woman. Swallowing thickly, his eyes finally dragged their way away from her breasts and to her face. Delicate features, full lips, upturned nose and the most stunning violet eyes framed by thick black lashes completed the package.

His heart pounded away like it was trying to escape from his chest and a feeling of feverish euphoria swept over him making his head spin madly. Closing his eyes, Owen whispered, “What did you do to me?”

“Hmm? Oh, that. Yes, I’m afraid that I slipped you a Mickey Finn. I hope you don’t mind, but I could see you being rather reluctant to go along with my little plan here.” Thorne moved Natalia a bit closer to Owen. “Now, what do you say we seal our deal?” Thorne kissed the girl on the cheek and playfully swatted her bottom. Natalia jumped and looked at Thorne with doubt to which he returned with a scowl. A heavy sigh heaved from her as she pasted her enticing smile on her lips again and sauntered over to Owen and settled herself against him, wrapping her arms around his neck and lightly running her nails through his hair. Owen’s eyes fluttered open and he groaned softly.

“I can’t do this. We don’t have any kind of deal.” Owen said quietly, his resolve being worn down by the drug and the intoxicating presence of this woman pressed against him. His eyes locked with hers, the sadness there was evident and it pulled at his heart. “She’s nothing more than a child caught up in his sick and twisted games,” Owen thought as a hand tentatively reached out to stroke her soft cheek. She smiled and nuzzled against the touch.

“But I think we do.” Thorne settled back in his seat and nodded to Natalia. Her eyes pleaded with him to let her leave, to not involve her in this, but his own black eyes were cold and hard, a frown upon his lips let her know there was no way out.

Shifting her hips against Owen’s made him gasp and there was no mistaking the feel of him pressing against her. Without a word, she touched her lips against his, alternating soft, lingering kisses between his upper and lower lip and throwing in the occasional nip for good measure. Owen was reluctant, but the drug coursing through his system had overridden most of his inhibitions and his arms wrapped around her tightly as he started to kiss her back. A shiver ran down her spine at his touch and she pressed her breasts against his chest and kissed him more passionately. Her tongue slowly traced his lips, urging them to part and allow her to further explore his mouth. He consented and their tongues touched briefly, the feel of it electric as it coursed through both of them.

“This is wrong! I cannot do this!” Owen pushed her away and looked into her eyes for a moment. “You do not have to do this.”

Natalia tilted her head and smiled sadly. Her eyes momentarily darted towards Michael before she leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Yes, I do, you know that as well as I do.”

He looked at Thorne out of the corner of his eyes and nodded. Yes, he knew that she had been given no choice and as it stood, he had no choice either. Owen felt pretty certain that if he refused, Thorne would be there, gun in hand.

“Never mind,” a husky whisper came from Natalia as she gently bit his earlobe and then buried her face against his neck, licking, nipping and kissing. A slight hum from him tickled against her lips and she smiled when his hands circled her waist again, sliding against the smooth silk of her robe. One of his hands slipped around to the front, up her stomach and then disappeared beneath her robe to fondle one of her ample breasts, his fingers carefully rolling her nipple, tweaking it and making it hard. Each tweak made her gasp and she sought out his lips, fervently kissing him, their tongues engaging in a fiery dance. With his free hand, he caressed her back, lower and lower until he firmly grasped her ass and forced her hips against his, desperately seeking some relief.

Nimble fingers removed his jacket and tie and proceeded with the buttons of his shirt. Both of his hands were now beneath her robe, sliding over her velvety skin with abandon. Up over her back, down her sides, over her hips, across her stomach and sliding upwards to catch her breasts, cupping them and teasing her nipples, each slight movement made her breath hitch and her heart race. His shaking hands reached for the belt of her robe, pausing for a moment before slowly untying it, running his hands over her creamy skin again and pushing the kimono from her shoulders, revealing her fully. His hands cradled her head, locking his eyes on hers. There was only one thing he saw there now and that was desire.

With each button undone, she followed it with a kiss, taking in his scent and feeling more drawn to him by the second. Reaching up, he took the combs from her hair and caused a cascade of golden ripples to spill down her shoulders and back. Pulling away from him for a moment, she cocked her head and smiled at him coquettishly before tossing her head, shaking the rest of her hair loose. Burying his hands in her hair, he pulled her in for a kiss. It was a hungry kiss, one that told her that it had been a long time since he’d been with anyone, which she found surprising. To say he was handsome was an understatement. Thick, dark brown hair with a touch of grey at his temples slipped through her fingers. He was muscled, but not too much, enough to make him undeniably male. His strong arms enfolded her, pulled her against his broad chest and she savoured the feel of his fingers running along her spine. Losing herself in the thought of being with someone who had the feel of kindness and gentleness running through them was almost more than she could bear and she trembled at his caresses. Once again, she pressed her face against his neck, enjoying the feeling of being safe for once instead of being afraid.

Her nails trailed down his chest and stomach, pausing at his belt. He groaned into her hair as she unfastened it and before he knew it he was standing there completely bare. Every touch seemed more intense and sensations were heightened. Flesh upon flesh was the most delicious feeling, the warmth of Natalia’s body radiating against his own made him want to hold her there forever. They kissed again, deeply and passionately, losing themselves in each other. Breaking the kiss, Natalia gazed into Owen’s blue eyes and smiled for a moment before sinking to her knees, never taking her eyes off of his. It was the most erotic thing any woman had ever done to him. Her fingers slipped up his thighs and came to rest on his hips and before he knew what had happened he could feel her luscious lips wrapping around his hard cock. A strangled cry rose from him and his fingers tangled in her hair. He slipped in and out of her mouth with long, slow strokes, her tongue flicking over the head of his cock with each pass. His head fell back and he closed his eyes as he gave into her ministrations.

Natalia had become so absorbed in what she was doing that she had forgotten where she was and who else was there. That was until she felt Thorne’s chest against her back, his lips and teeth against her neck and his hands wrapping around her waist. A finger circled her navel teasingly for a moment before it dipped lower and lower over the slight dome of her abdomen and between her legs. His fingers slipped into her wetness, dipping in and out before moving to gently stroke her clit. A sharp gasp and bucking hips let him know she approved. His other hand moved up and cupped her breast, his fingers pinching her hardened nipples. A moan escaped from around the cock in her mouth. Thorn, continuing to finger her, slipped into the exquisiteness of her tight, wet pussy and began to thrust slowly. He continued to kiss the back of her neck with fiery kisses that burned on her skin. Long slow strokes soon became more urgent and deeper. Thorne’s fingers continued to tease her, pushing her ever closer to an orgasm. Natalia’s hips pushed back in time with Thorne’s strokes. Her moans of pleasure were muffled by the cock in her mouth. Suddenly she fell forward, her forehead on the floor, her fingers digging into the deep pile of the carpet. Muscles tensed, her heart pounded and with impassioned muttering falling from her lips her body bucked as a wave of pleasure tore through her. Thorne swept his hands over her back and purred in her ear all the while telling her all sorts of filthy things.

Owen watched the scene enraptured by the writhing of the woman before him. The voice of reason that had been quietened by the drug was full of disgust for what Thorne was putting Natalia through. His more base instincts, however, were in charge. All he could think was how he wanted to be the one making those wonderful sounds come from her. He wanted to be the one to feel her pussy clamp down on his dick as he fucked her into orgasm after orgasm.

Thorne managed to look at Owen through half-closed eyes and saw the wanting on his face. He stopped pounding away and grabbed a handful of thick blonde hair in his fist and jerked her upright onto her knees. She cried out in pain, tears threatening to fall, but she fought them back.

“You want her?” Thorne’s arm wrapped around her waist possessively and pulled her back against him tightly. Owen looked into her violet eyes; he looked into oceans of sadness. All he could do was nod. Thorne smirked triumphantly.

It seemed hours had passed as the three twisted and moved with and against one another. Sweat poured from them and slicked their bodies as the smell of their passion filled the air. Cries of exquisite and urgent desire were shouted out from Natalia and were counterpointed by deep hungry groans of Thorne and Palladino. Natalia was their plaything, something there for their amusement and pleasure only, not that she did not benefit from their attentions. Oh, far from it, in fact. There seemed to be an unspoken contest between the two men she found herself sandwiched by. Each one pushing her over the edge time and time again until she was reduced to being able to do nothing more than whimper and quiver as they both passed the point of no return with glorious head bursting pleasure tearing through their bodies, leaving them unable to comprehend nothing more than the satisfaction of the want they had.

Weariness that follows such activities washed over the three of them, eyelids drooped, bodies went limp from exhaustion and the three that had so briefly become one, parted and redressed. Owen watched as Natalia slipped her robe around her again then went and tenderly kissed Thorne, her expression mixed between uncertainty and shame. Thorne’s looked down at her mockingly and returned her kiss in a disgusting display of domination as he deepened it. Breaking free from Thorne’s grip, she went to Owen, paused as she looked into his startling blue eyes and gave him a sad smile. Hesitantly and surprisingly shyly, she gently pressed her lips to his in a lingering kiss that spoke volumes to him. It said thank you and it said sorry. If he had been listening carefully he would have surely picked up on her conveying, “I love you.” As it was, Owen found himself kissing the woman with smouldering passion barely kept in check. Owen wanted to save the girl but knew he could not. She had made her choice and only she would be able to save herself.

Thorne looked at the sight with murderous rage and growled, “Go clean yourself up. You’re a mess.”

Natalia looked back at Thorn for a moment then walked to the French doors and threw them wide. Her usual mask of confidence and self assurance slipped into place as she sauntered out into the apartment and off to her own room.

“I think it’s time you left as well, don’t you?” Thorn’s lips twisted into a hateful sneer and Owen merely nodded as made his way from the apartment and back to his own home. Self loathing and shame ate away at him every step of the way at how he had fallen for such an obvious trap. Once out on the pavement he looked up at the building with blind fury building in him for what Thorne had done and he made a silent promise to himself that never again would that happen.

~*~*~*~

Natalia had bathed and scrubbed every single inch of her in near scalding water at least three times now. Hot, bitter tears of shame and disgust flowed down her cheeks as she silently berated herself for allowing Michael to twist her so. Oh, this wasn’t the first time he’d done this, no. She was more than well acquainted with this little scenario but it didn’t mean she liked it. Pulling her knees up to her chest and resting her forehead on them she ran through the faces of those she had been forced to fuck for the sake of securing Michael’s little empire all the more. Businessmen, politicians, policemen, how many had it been now? She couldn’t really remember. She didn’t want to remember. All of them had played the game willingly and all of them realized too late that they had unwittingly walked into a trap when copies of the pictures of the tryst arrived on their doorstep with warnings to allow Michael to have what he wanted or else.

Tonight, however, had been different. Tonight’s mark hadn’t wanted to play.

Natalia pushed the thought out of her head and rose from the freezing bath, dried herself and slipped on her gown. Looking at herself in the mirror once more she didn’t recognize the woman she had become.

~*~*~*~

Michael sat in his chair studying the glass of scotch in his hand intensely, replaying the night’s festivities and smirking to himself over entrapping his nemesis so. His other hand rested on the camera that Reuben DeMarco had passed to him quivering and looking more than a little wild eyed. A dark chuckle rumbled from his chest. He didn’t blame his underling in the least. Natalia had performed better than ever tonight and in more than one way. He had Palladino just where he wanted him now. His goody two shoes, Boy Scout image would be in tatters as soon as these pictures hit the headlines. Of course, there would be none of him included. That would never do to implicate himself but he was more than happy to throw his whore’s reputation in the gutter.

Downing the drink in one, he took the camera and placed it in the safe then made his way to his bedroom, a slow smirk spreading over his face when he walked in to see Natalia standing on the balcony looking out over the city. The night wind blew against her making the satin gown conform to her to reveal every glorious inch. Stalking his prey like a panther he struck suddenly without warning and pulled her back against him. The smell of her drifted up and was infinitely more alluring than the finest French perfume. With one arm firmly around her waist, his other hand lifted her hair so he could place lingering kisses down the nape of her neck.

“Michael...”

“Shh. I was very pleased with you tonight.” The kisses continued across a shoulder.

“Michael... Please... No.”

A growl, a nip, “You are not in a position to tell me no.”

A shudder coursed through her as she resigned herself to the situation. Once again she put on one of her many masks and turned to face him with a look of playful defiance. “Really? And just what are you going to do about it?”

Giving her a smirk he pulled her into the bedroom, roughly pushed her down on the bed, climbed on top of her and pinned her down, “I’m about to show you.” Michael buried his face against her neck.

Letting out a little squeak of surprise and then a giggle, Natalia wrapped her arms around his neck, closed her eyes and for once allowed herself to imagine being in the arms of another.

A Drabble

2008-06-28T16:16:44Z

Redstar looked down at the cube in his hand inquisitively while his fingers carefully followed the crisp edges of each side. It was divided into multiple moving sections that could rotate allowing the one holding the cube to manipulate each of the little coloured sections. A look of consternation and contemplation had settled over his faceplates, his glossa sticking out of the corner of his mouth. The armoured vehicle’s large, clumsy fingers twisted and turned sections, almost getting a full side just right before huffing in irritation when one of the little squares he needed ended up on the wrong side of the cube and necessitated him starting all over again.

Cloudburst had been watching him out of the corner of her optics, doing her best not to laugh and doing her best to stifle quiet giggles. Her bonded’s stubborn determination to master the Rubik’s Cube was endearing, to say the least, but she knew her interference would not be welcomed just at that moment. Redstar may not have let it show often, but he constantly worried that the others thought he was simple minded. At times it pained her to know that he felt so inferior to the others, but what he did lack in intelligence he made up for in so many other ways. Kind, loyal, honest and gentle, she couldn’t imagine sharing her life with any other now.

Cloudburst’s thoughts were drawn back to reality when a little finger poked her in the leg.

“Mommy?” asked the little mech.

Cloudburst smiled down at her son, “Yes, little one?”

“What’s daddy doin’?” His little face was scrunched up in confusion as he watched his perplexed father grow more and more irritated by the infuriating cube.

“Oh, he’s trying to figure out how to solve that puzzle.” Cloudburst cast a loving gaze towards Redstar.

The little mech tilted his head thoughtfully for a moment, considered the situation and then went over to his father to watch more closely. Without a word his little hand reached up and gently plucked the cube from Redstar’s hands. He turned it this way and that, studying the object when his face suddenly lit up with excitement. Little digits moved the puzzle this way and that, rows slid around, little squares seemed to magically line up and fall into the right places and with a triumphant little nod the Rubik’s Cube was tamed.

The sparkling held the puzzle up to his father, “Here daddy!”

Redstar’s massive hand slowly moved to take the cube back into his possession and he gave it the once over with a bemused look on his face before beaming at his son and patting him on the head.

“Well lookit you! Ain’t you a bright littlun!” With a twinkle in his optic he looked up at Cloudburst, “Reckon ya get that from yer ma.”

The sparkling chirruped with pride and bounded off to play some other sparkling game.

As Redstar watched him go his own way, he smiled to himself knowing that if anyone other than his son had tried to do the same he would have most likely decked them, but deep in Redstar’s spark he knew he’d never have anything but the utmost love for the little sparkling that he and Cloudburst had fought so hard for.

Just was a bunny that bit me and thought I'd drabble it out. Seems that when all my friends are catching the emo I just got over I am the one sucking up all their happy! XD

A Parent's Worst Nightmare

2008-06-26T11:49:18Z

I'm my own crack dealer. Don't know where it came from, just hit me and I decided to write it down.

Red Alert stared incredulously at FireBond for a moment, uncertain that his audios picked up the question right. Shaking his head he then blinked and asked, “Wh-what?”

FireBond, his faceplates heating up slightly, barely whispered to repeat the question, “How do Transformers, you know... interface?”

“Interface,” repeated Red with a hint of discomfort creeping into that one word.

“Um, yeah, dad,” FireBond shuffled his feet nervously and flicked his optics up at his dad for just a moment before looking back down at the ground.

Red sighed heavily and rubbed his optics. Why? Why was it that his sparklings always decided to drop bombs on him while he was on his shift? Could they not pick and choose their moments a little better? Did they take some perverse joy out of distracting him from his work? Pinning his son with an unreadable expression, he just sat there for a moment trying to decide what to say. His mouth opened and shut a few times, he shifted about in his chair uncomfortably, leaning forward and then leaning back. Finally he began.

“Well... Um... Yes,” he cleared his vocal processor, “Interfacing, is, uh, well...” Red’s fingers fought with one another as he continued to try and find the right words. “Can’t you go ask Ratchet?” he asked hopefully.

“I did. He was busy and said to ask you,” FireBond shot back at his father.

“I see.” Red was certain the medic would probably be snickering about this with Ironhide. Hell, for all Red knew, it was Ironhide’s idea to send the curious youngling to his father. The miserable fragger didn’t seem to have any qualms about needling Red as it was and was sure to know this kind of thing would make Red’s armour crawl. An unsteady hand ran over his helm as he mentally berated himself, “Cut this out! You were a medic for a while! You can do this!”

“Dad?”

“What?”

“How does interfacing work?” FireBond was getting more sure in asking the question so surely Red could be more sure in his answer.

“Fine. I’ll tell you.” Red heaved another sigh as he motioned for FireBond over to him and started to show him the equivalent of a junior high school sex ed video, only, obviously, for Transformers, and explained the ins and outs of the act.

“So, that’s how you interface.” Red’s faceplates were, well, red.

FireBond looked at his father with wide optics, a gaping mouth and remained very still and quiet for a long time. Red scrubbed a hand over his face, feeling guilty for obviously shocking his son. Eventually FireBond found his voice, even if it was incredibly shaky.

“D-dad,” the shocked look remained on FireBond’s face.

“Yes, FireBond? Something else you wanted to know?” Red squirmed and thought, “Oh, please, Primus no!”

“Dad,” FireBond broke into an oddly wicked grin, “I didn’t mean that! I mean how do we interface with the computer system!”

Red froze, on the verge of fritzing, “You wanted to know what?!”

FireBond snickered, “The computer, dad. I have some things I need to upload and was having trouble with the interface.”

Red’s shaking hand ran over his faceplates again, “Why didn’t you say that in the first place!”

“I did!” FireBond was laughing now as he started to leave the control room, “You obviously have something else on your mind!”

“FIREBOND!” Red rose from his seat, not believing what his son had just said.

The youngling merrily trotted through the door but paused long enough to stick his head back in the room and say, “As for interfacing-interfacing? Don’t worry. Twilight showed me all about that!”

Red plopped down in his seat, his mouth once again opening and shutting like a fish out of water and staring at FireBond and his wide idiot grin.

That look on his father’s face was enough to send FireBond into a fit of laughter that could be heard ringing through the halls as he made his way back to the common room to see Twilight and recount the tale to her.

Red Alert sat in his chair for a moment, dazed, confused and utterly overwhelmed, still staring at the place where his son's head been poked through the door only a moment ago. Eventually he was able to gather himself enough to send a comm to the one mech who could help him work through it all.

“Inferno? Can you bring me a couple cubes of high grade? I have never in my life needed a drink more than I do at this very moment!”

Ganked from People

2008-06-25T15:19:28Z

) Look at the list and bold those you have read.
2) Italicise those you intend to read.
3) Underline the books you LOVE.
4) Reprint this list in your own LJ so we can try and track down these people who've read 6 and force books upon them
5) Put a star next to those you've only partially read.

1 Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

2 The Lord of the Rings - JRR Tolkien

3 Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte

4 Harry Potter series - JK Rowling

5 To Kill a Mockingbird - Harper Lee

6 The Bible*

7 Wuthering Heights - Emily Bronte

8 Nineteen Eighty Four - George Orwell

9 His Dark Materials - Philip Pullman

10 Great Expectations - Charles Dickens

11 Little Women - Louisa M Alcott

12 Tess of the D'Urbervilles - Thomas Hardy

13 Catch 22 - Joseph Heller

14 Complete Works of Shakespeare

15 Rebecca - Daphne Du Maurier

16 The Hobbit - JRR Tolkien

17 Birdsong - Sebastian Faulks

18 Catcher in the Rye - JD Salinger

19 The Time Traveller's Wife - Audrey Niffenegger

20 Middlemarch - George Eliot

21 Gone With The Wind - Margaret Mitchell

22 The Great Gatsby - F Scott Fitzgerald

23 Bleak House - Charles Dickens

24 War and Peace - Leo Tolstoy

25 The Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy - Douglas Adams

26 Brideshead Revisited - Evelyn Waugh

27 Crime and Punishment - Fyodor Dostoyevsky

28 Grapes of Wrath - John Steinbeck

29 Alice in Wonderland - Lewis Carroll

30 The Wind in the Willows - Kenneth Grahame

31 Anna Karenina - Leo Tolstoy

32 David Copperfield - Charles Dickens

33 Chronicles of Narnia - CS Lewis

34 Emma - Jane Austen

35 Persuasion - Jane Austen

36 The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe - CS Lewis

37 The Kite Runner - Khaled Hosseini

38 Captain Corelli's Mandolin - Louis De Bernieres

39 Memoirs of a Geisha - Arthur Golden

40 Winnie the Pooh - AA Milne

41 Animal Farm - George Orwell

42 The Da Vinci Code - Dan Brown

43 One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

44 A Prayer for Owen Meaney - John Irving

45 The Woman in White - Wilkie Collins

46 Anne of Green Gables - LM Montgomery

47 Far From The Madding Crowd - Thomas Hardy

48 The Handmaid's Tale - Margaret Atwood

49 Lord of the Flies - William Golding

50 Atonement - Ian McEwan

51 Life of Pi - Yann Martel

52 Dune - Frank Herbert

53 Cold Comfort Farm - Stella Gibbons

54 Sense and Sensibility - Jane Austen

55 A Suitable Boy - Vikram Seth

56 The Shadow of the Wind - Carlos Ruiz Zafon

57 A Tale Of Two Cities - Charles Dickens

58 Brave New World - Aldous Huxley

59 The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-time - Mark Haddon

60 Love In The Time Of Cholera - Gabriel Garcia Marquez

61 Of Mice and Men - John Steinbeck

62 Lolita - Vladimir Nabokov

63 The Secret History - Donna Tartt

64 The Lovely Bones - Alice Sebold

65 Count of Monte Cristo - Alexandre Dumas

66 On The Road - Jack Kerouac

67 Jude the Obscure - Thomas Hardy

68 Bridget Jones's Diary - Helen Fielding

69 Midnight's Children - Salman Rushdie

70 Moby Dick - Herman Melville

71 Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens

72 Dracula - Bram Stoker

73 The Secret Garden - Frances Hodgson Burnett

74 Notes From A Small Island - Bill Bryson

75 Ulysses - James Joyce

76 The Bell Jar - Sylvia Plath

77 Swallows and Amazons - Arthur Ransome

78 Germinal - Emile Zola

79 Vanity Fair - William Makepeace Thackeray

80 Possession - AS Byatt

81 A Christmas Carol - Charles Dickens

82 Cloud Atlas - David Mitchell

83 The Color Purple - Alice Walker

84 The Remains of the Day - Kazuo Ishiguro

85 Madame Bovary - Gustave Flaubert

86 A Fine Balance - Rohinton Mistry

87 Charlotte's Web - EB White

88 The Five People You Meet In Heaven - Mitch Alborn

89 Adventures of Sherlock Holmes - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

90 The Faraway Tree Collection - Enid Blyton

91 Heart of Darkness - Joseph Conrad

92 The Little Prince - Antoine De Saint-Exupery

93 The Wasp Factory - Iain Banks

94 Watership Down - Richard Adams

95 A Confederacy of Dunces - John Kennedy Toole

96 A Town Like Alice - Nevil Shute

97 The Three Musketeers - Alexandre Dumas

98 Hamlet - William Shakespeare

99 Charlie and the Chocolate Factory - Roald Dahl

100 Les Miserables - Victor Hugo

Hallelujah

2008-06-18T16:08:52Z

Title: Hallelujah
Rating: T (slightly higher for one section)
Warnings: None
Song: "Hallelujah" by Rufus Wainright
Disclaimer: Transformers are the property of Hasbro/Takara and anyone else who can claim a piece of armour. I, however, own nothing but my emo charrie who forces me to write stuff like this.

A/N: I took each verse of the song and wrote a drabble to go along with it so it will seem a bit disjointed. It looks at events in Nightstrike's so called life with Megatron and possible future events.

~*~*~*~

I’ve heard there was a secret chord
That David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don’t really care for music do you?
It goes like this – the fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled King composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Megatron made another charge for Prime tearing into his long time nemesis with a force reserved only for him. The sounds of battle were all around, his small group of Decepticons thoroughly outnumbered by the Autoscum but they seemed to fight better with the odds stacked against them. The Seekers made a strafing pass a little too close for comfort, sending the world around him and the warring Autobot leader into flames but the distraction proved useful as Optimus, just for a second, took his optics off Megatron. In that second Megatron unleashed his Morningstar and smashed it into Prime’s side. Stumbling back, Optimus clutched his side finding that it was pouring forth energon and exposed wiring was sparking off and on.

Quickly scanning the battlefield quickly he could see Quicksilver taking on the accursed Lambo twins and doing so admirably. Next his attention was drawn by the Seekers once again making a low pass and firing wildly into a group of Autobots, some of them screaming in agony others blown off their feet and those that were still standing ran away for the sake of self preservation. A flash of black and gold out of the corner of his optic made him look to his left. Ah, yes, Nightstrike. He found it odd that for a flyer she often preferred to fight hand to hand, just as she was doing now. An arc of purple swung through the air as she slashed her sword at one of the Autobot’s only flyers, Cloudburst. The two femmes danced around each other, matching move for move. Thrust and parry, strike and beat. It was, in all truth, such a primitive form of fighting but there was something that he liked about it. The simplicity of it and perhaps also the intimacy of being so close to one’s opponent appealed to the side of him that was still a Kaon gladiator.

And, in that split second while Prime was regrouping and Megatron watched this youngling throwing herself body and soul into her fight, he felt something twist in his spark, something that he was unsure of and something he was not sure he liked. The briefest look of confusion crossed silver faceplates but was swept into a snarl of rage when Prime renewed his attack and although he would never admit it to anyone (and only grudgingly to himself) he almost wanted to tell his ancient enemy thank you for giving him something to think about other than the sight of the warrior femme.

~*~*~*~

Your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
She tied you to a kitchen chair
She broke your throne, and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

She had done it again. Damn her, she had once again found a way beneath his plating, picking at his spark with her plaintive whine. He partially blamed himself for allowing himself to be drawn in by her. Just how had she done that in the first place? A growl and a glowering look at the femme only made her cower, whimper and run on at length about how she felt about him. The temptation to take her and tear her spark out had crossed his mind several times since their tenuous... whatever... had started but for whatever reason he never could bring himself to it. He hated her for this; he hated that she had proved that the Mighty Megatron could have an Achilles’ heel. He hated it even more that his weakness was for something as insignificant as a femme. Once more her voice cut through his thoughts.

"If you wish to place your mark upon me, you may. Let it serve as a reminder to myself and to the others who I belong to. Let it serve as a sign of my devotion to you, my Lord."

So mark her he did, cursing her silently as he did so.

When had she gained so much power over him?

~*~*~*~

Maybe I’ve been here before
I know this room, I’ve walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

How many times would Nightstrike find herself in the medbay? She had lost track now but knew it was a high figure when Dissever suggested that she have a permanent berth. This time was different though. Her optics dimmed as a wave of agony washed over her and made her spark feel as if it were going to be extinguished. Gritted dental plates bit back curses but a filthy look aimed at Megatron spoke volumes. “You bastard!” it said. “This is entirely your fault!” Dissever put a comforting hand on her shoulder and spoke quietly to her but it barely got through the fog of pain she was in.

Megatron raised an optic ridge at the look. Silly femme! If she had the intelligence to shut down her subroutines they would not be here yet again. In hind sight he couldn’t really blame her for Quicksilver considering that she was not completely herself at that moment (Primus, the thought of Starscream lurking inside of her at those intimate times still fragged him off.). Restlessly he paced about as he waited for his second sparkling to be brought into this disgustingly organic world. Had the choice been his, there would have been no sparklings, at least not here on earth. He heaved an irritated huff at himself. He was the Decepticon leader. Why had he not exerted his will on the femme and made her get rid of the sparklings was beyond him. “You want to see her happy,” his mind whispered to him and in turn his optics narrowed and his lip curled into a sneer. “No. Soft, sentimental drivel. That’s Nightstrike’s department, not mine.”

A sudden flurry of activity from the medics signalled that it was time. Steady, quick movements, the opening of armour, a spark revealed. Megatron’s optics couldn’t help but be drawn to that glowing orb. Hers was not the first spark that had fascinated him and most likely it wouldn’t be the last but hers was the only one that had been allowed to give him such a gift. She had, at the end of the cycle, laid down two lives on the altar of the Decepticon cause to mould into his image. A sound of triumph from Dissever let Megatron know that the new spark had been isolated and safely placed in the tiny protoform. Edging closer he watched as the spark settled in, took hold and systems came to life with a quiet hum. Little purple optics (“So much like Nightstrike’s,” he thought.) softly glowed and look around in wonder.

Hello little one, who are you?" Nightstrike asked softly.

The sparkling raised an optic ridge, "I have a name and I'd like for you to use it, thank you very much!"

Nightstrike blinked at the tart reply. "So, what is your name then?"

Rocking back and forth on her feet for a moment, she tilted her head at her mother.

"I am Chimera."

Looking back at it, the furore Chimera caused in her first few moments of life had been both irritating but also amusing. He could see promise there, something to be harnessed, trained and used. As odd as it may have seemed, he had complete trust in Nightstrike’s ability to do so. After her exertions, the sparkling snuggled into her mother’s arms and drifted into recharge. And, as always, he and Nightstrike parted company but not before she put him in an awkward position with a kiss and lovingly whispered words.

"Thank you. I love you so."

Nightstrike left the medbay with her daughter in her arms and fought back tears. She knew that loving Megatron would never be easy and it would never be reciprocated. Always it would be one-sided and she would forever be the one to give, never the one to take. In spite of it all, she still loved him for whom and what he was to her.

Megatron watched her leave and thought that maybe, just maybe in his own gruff and rusty way that could so easily be mistaken by so many as aloofness, he did love Nightstrike and his little family.

Maybe.

~*~*~*~

There was a time when you let me know
What’s real and going on below
But now you never show it to me, do you?
And remember when I moved in you
The Holy Dark was moving too
And every breath we drew was hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Laying on her cold and lonely berth, Nightstrike recalled nights of passion that had long since been denied her. With optics shuttered tightly she imagined Megatron’s hands on her frame and shuddered as a painful, fiery twist of unfulfilled desire filled her spark and made it pulse wildly. Fantasy and reality blurred as her hands were no longer her own small, slender fingers wandering over her body and wings teasingly but had become the large, powerful grey hands of Megatron building the fire in her spark unremorsefully. A storm of passion broke in her mind each of them knowing just what the other wanted and taking just what they wanted from the other. Pain and pleasure mingled and mixed until it was inseparable. Sheer want filled them both, sparks revealed, snap and flash as they were thrown together and thoughts and feelings were poured into the other. Nightstrike never held back, always giving him everything she could. Megatron was guarded and secretive with only the rare flash of his past getting through. He only ever grudgingly let her get as close to him as it was, there was no need for her to ingrain herself further. Higher and higher everything spiralled until finally they reached the point of no return. A hand reached out and grabbed her wing stroking the edge of it over and over with a metallic squeal. She bucked and cried out as the white hot fire in her spark shot through her systems in a torrent of pleasure. Watching her face with glassy, distant optics he soon found himself being pulled after her and with a roar he overloaded. Through half shuttered optics he watched as Nightstrike’s face twisted into the expression of exquisite agony that only exquisite pleasure seemed to bring and then the femme went limp in his arms as she off-lined.

Panting and quivering, Nightstrike removed her fingers from her spark and allowed casing and plating to slide back into place. Enjoying the feeling of her overload ghosting through her systems, she soon began to drift into the delicious sleep of the sated with only one bitter thought lingering in her mind: “If only it had really been him...”

~*~*~*~

Maybe there’s a God above
And all I ever learned from love
Was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you
And it’s not a cry you can hear at night
It’s not somebody who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah

Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah
Hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah, hallelujah

Vorns had passed so quickly and Nightstrike marvelled at how fast it had gone. Her early life had been so busy with raising her sparklings and the various other things that life throws at you during those times. Now the sparklings had long since “grown” and with mates of their own now. Chimera was expecting her own sparkling any day now and Quicksilver had flatly refused to have any of his own, much to Desinex’s disappointment but much to Streamline’s glee. So much of her time had been taken up by trying to please Megatron, to be what she thought he wanted her to be. How many times had she changed who she was just to try and find that perfect combination? Temptress, slave, warrior, submissive... On and on the list went, each one tried on and rejected in very much the same manner that a human female would try on clothes and discard those that did not suit her.

As she stood on the mountain she considered her life and all that had transpired to make her who she was.

“Mother?”

Nightstrike turned to see FrostBite and smiled. Of her three sparklings he had remained steadfast and loyal to her. “Yes?”

“Are you ready?” He checked his weapons.

Nightstrike looked down below her, her optics scanning the valley below and finding what she was looking for: The Decepticon base, her former home. A heavy sigh came from her intakes as memories both happy and sad (mainly sad) flooded her processor. She remembered being made to feel useless and worthless by Megatron. She remembered it finally getting to the point where she felt she had no other way out but death. As she lay dying, FrostBite found her and rushed Dissever who had pulled her back from the brink of the pit and saved her. Slowly, with much encouragement from FrostBite, she remembered who she once was and eventually broke the ties that kept her in her prison.

The confrontation with Megatron had taken an inordinate amount of courage and strength but it had to be done and even though she left the Decepticon base with the few followers she had gathered having to carry her, it was empowering and set her on a course that even she could not imagine the outcome. She refused to be Autobot or Decepticon now but also refused to be called something as weak as a neutral. Time passed and her movement grew in numbers and strength. What had started as something laughable now stood as a testament to Nightstrike’s ability to predict the future. Earth born Cybertronians now stood against both Autobot and Decepticon.

Looking back at her troops, locking optics with each of them, willing them strength and courage like they had never known before, she then turned to her second in command and nodded solemnly, “Yes, FrostBite. The day of reckoning is upon Megatron.”

With that she transformed, took to the sky, shouted out resounding battle cry and led her army into the fight.

Transformers Music Meme

2008-05-21T11:26:32Z

Yep, I jumped on the bandwagon too.

I do not own Transformers, just the stuff that happens in my head. No real warnings, I'll edit later and add in extra info, but I just wanted to get it posted for the moment.

When You Come Back to Me – Garth Brooks

Elita had arrived on earth with an almighty thud, her protoform gouging into the dirt. It has been so long and she had been alone for most of that time. The female Autobots could no longer live on Cybertron; it was truly dead now. In order to give them the best chance of survival it was decided to go their separate ways.

In the darkness of space she wandered, listening, calling out to her beloved, but never sensing him. So many vorns, but something deep within her refused to give in to the thought that he might be gone. Surely her spark would have felt it if he were no more?

Then it happened, when she was at the end of her tether, about to permanently offline from despair. A voice. A voice she had not heard in so long and it was calling to the others to join him on a planet called Earth.

Now here she stood, ready to search and find the one she had been separated from for so long. Elita only hoped that Optimus would remember her.

Nimrod - Elgar

The battle was over, the dust had settled and Megatron was defeated. All was not well, however. Bumblebee’s legs were destroyed, fixable; the poor little yellow mech had been through so much.

Optimus looked over his other soldiers, all of them having some form of damage, but nothing had prepared him for what he saw next. Ironhide appeared from around a corner; in his arms were the remains of Jazz. The sleek silver chassis had been torn asunder by the most foul and wretched tyrant this universe could ever know. Optimus’ spark ached terribly. To lose one was always a tragedy, but Jazz? His second in command had served him loyally from day one and now he was no more. None noticed the small tear of energon that fell from his optic.

Belleau Wood – Garth Brooks

There is a story behind this song. There was a well documented incident in WWII where there had been a cease fire agreed for Christmas day. In Belleau Wood a single German soldier rose from the trenches during the cease fire and began to sing Silent Night. Soon, the others joined him, German and American alike. The peace lasted until midnight and then it was back to fighting.

Fighting had been fierce. On both sides, Decepticon and Autobot alike there had been heavy casualties and the cries of the wounded could be heard beneath the sounds of weapons firing. Suddenly an unexpected lull overtook the battlefield as both sides retreated. All was silent until a single mech, a Decepticon no less, came out from their position and began to sing an old Cybertronian drinking song. Most watched the mech, amazed that he had not been shot on sight. Slowly, he was joined by others from each faction and before long the air was filled with the sounds of mechs who had once been brothers and friends singing a forlorn song of reminiscence. As the song ended, each side solemnly nodded to the other, retreated back to their positions and commenced fighting when the command was given.

Little Fall of Rain – Les Miserables Original Cast Recording (London)

Optimus cried out as he saw Elita fall. It was a cheap shot by Megatron to put Prime off his unrelenting attack and it worked. The fusion cannon’s blast tore straight through the femme and she crumpled on the ground. With one last concerted effort, the Autobots efforts doubled and the hateful Decepticon leader called retreat.

Quickly going to her side, he took her slender hand in his. “I’m here Elita.” “Optimus...” With flickering optics, and a shuddering breath, Elita was no more.

Voca Me - Libera

As secret as a dream you call

As silent as the night for all you cry

Lacrymosa

Lacrymosa dies illa

Dolorosa Domine

Voca

Voca Me

You whisper in my silent sleep

You answer to my call when lost I cry

Lacrymosa

It was a day of remembrance. A day to think of all the fallen comrades and a chance to mourn their passing. The war was now over and finally they were given the chance to properly grieve. The memories of those long gone pained them greatly and their sadness manifested itself in many ways. Some chose to be stoic, doing nothing more than remaining still and quietly respectful. Others were open and cried great tears of energon for the ghosts that seemed to be around every corner.

Heartbeats – Jose Gonzales

Red Alert’s hand hesitatingly slipped into Inferno’s. A smile spread on the fire engine’s lips. “S’ok Red. I’ve gotcha.” Strong arms pulled the smaller mech against him. No, this wasn’t Red’s first time, but it was his first time with Inferno. Never had he felt something so strong for another, never had he wanted something so much and now the time was here he was afraid. A shiver went through his frame and Inferno soothingly stroked his helm as he tipped his face up to his and kissed him gently. “S’ok.”

Everything seemed to happen slowly and quickly. Passion burned through both mechs, untamed, unrestrained until all either knew was the whispered pleas of the other and then blissfully sweet darkness that comes from being knocked offline.

The Blood Donor - Campbell

Ratchet was known as his prowess as a healer, his ability to bring those on the brink back to full health. Many respected him for this, but what they did not know was that for every mech that he was unable to save he lost a little piece of his soul. There was only one who knew this fact, but he kept it to himself. Ratchet blamed the agony he went through on how close he was to his patients. How could you not be when you’ve lived and served with a group as long as he had?

The tables were turned on the medic one fateful day. A freak attack by the Decepticons while he and a small contingent were on a recon mission ended with Ratchet seriously wounded. The others managed to get him back to the base, but he had lost most of his energon and was now unconscious.

Wheeljack had watched the scene unfold and stepped over to the berth and worked quickly. He first patched the worst of the bleeders and then, without a second thought, he pierced one of his own fuel lines with a needle attached to a tube. He then placed the other end into one of Ratchet’s.

Wheeljack wasn’t about to stand idly by if there was something he could do to help. Especially when the one fading away was his bonded.

The Road to Perdition – The Road to Chicago OST

Megatron stood and observed all around him. He was Lord High Protector, charged with the duty of carrying out the law and meting out justice firmly but fairly. What he was thinking of doing was utter madness, of this he had no doubt, but when he lay on his berth at night he was certain he could hear the All Spark calling to him. What had begun as a ridiculous idea had soon taken hold in his processor. Day and night he thought about it. How, how could he achieve his goal? With the power of the All Spark he would no longer require the simpering, peaceful Prime. With the power of the All Spark he could, no, he would rule all of Cybertron and eventually the universe.

To Make You Feel My Love – Garth Brooks

Inferno had tried to convince Red so many times that their love was nothing to be ashamed of, that it was nothing to hide. The poor paranoid mech, however, could only imagine taunting and pranks from the twins and the others. Inferno tried to console him, but never made much headway. Instead of trying to push Red into something that he did not feel comfortable with, he conceded.

He settled for showing the smaller mech how he felt, that his love had no limits and that the only thing he wanted was for the high-strung security director to be happy. Until the day Red could put his fears aside, this would do for Inferno.

Nights in White Satin – The Moody Blues

Starscream had been happy to see Skyfire again, but happiness was short-lived when the mech decided to join the wretched Autobots. He watched in sadness as his former partner and lover joined in the fight. He had no choice; he had to fire upon him. At the end of the fray, Skyfire was once again buried in the ice.

Sadness filled his spark. How he had missed Skyfire. In his personal logs Starscream wrote to him, telling him how his days had been without him and how his life was now serving under Megatron. He tried to explain why he had joined the Decepticons, but he also tried to make it clear that at the end of the day he did not ultimately believe in the Decepticon cause, only in himself. At the end of each of these entries, he would sign them all the same, “With the deepest, most unfathomable love, Starscream.”

Then, with a heavy sigh, he would delete the entries.

Grump

2008-05-13T12:29:41Z

I don't know what's going on with me. I never used to care if people liked me or not. Blah, that's a lie. I've always been one of those sad individuals who is desperate to have everyone like me. I don't know why. I guess it might have to do with the fact that I was horribly bullied at school and thought that if I were friends with everyone the bullying would stop but to try and be friends with everyone is impossible and bullying is something that will never go away.

Generally I am a very easy going person. I do make friends easily. Having said that, I also tend to open myself up to get hurt more easily than I ought to. My natural paranoid streak (not helped by my inner Red Alert) has been rampaging lately. I keep getting the feeling that I am being talked about and made fun of behind my back. Really, if people had a problem with me I wish they would say something to me instead of just avoiding me or ignoring me. It hurts more than if they were to outright say what their beef with me was. Then, having said all this, I very well might just be imagining things. I hope that's all it is and nothing more, but I do, at times, have an uncanny knack at getting a feel for these things.

I don't know. All I do know is that it is starting to really get me down.

Just filling space.

2008-05-09T15:42:05Z

1) Are you currently in a serious relationship?

2) What was your dream growing up?

3) What talent do you wish you had?

4) If I bought you a drink what would it be?

5) Favorite vegetable?

6) What was the last book you read?

7) What zodiac sign are you?

8) Any Tattoos and/or Piercings? Explain where.

9) Worst Habit?

10) If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?

11) What is your favorite sport?

12) Do you have a Negative or Optimistic attitude?

13) What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14) Worst thing to ever happen to you?

15) Tell me one weird fact about you.

16) Do you have any pets?

17) What if I showed up at your house unexpectedly?

18) What was your first impression of me?

19) Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20) If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be?

21) Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22) What color eyes do you have?

23) Ever been arrested?

24) Bottle or can soda?

25) If you won $10,000 today, what would you do with it?

27) What's your favorite place to hang at?

28) Do you believe in ghosts?

29) Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

30) Do you swear a lot?

31) Biggest pet peeve?

32) In one word, how would you describe yourself?

33) Do you believe/appreciate romance?

35) Do you believe in God?

36) Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same for you?

Confessions of a Geeky Girl

*zoidberg noise*

Court Room Drama

They say there's a recession.

I Will Survive...

Red is Dead.

Fed up

Mister Wizard Was a Liar

Priorities...

Rawr!

Losing Touch

Doctor, Doctor

Rumble's New Clothes

*sigh*

Best Laid Plans

Ganked from moya_koordinat

Ashamed

Tired

Mafiaverse PWP

A Drabble

A Parent's Worst Nightmare

Ganked from People

Hallelujah

Transformers Music Meme

Grump

Just filling space.

zoidberg noise

sigh