He was about to leave when the Red line pulled up - the doors opened and a minute later a royally pissed Lovinia stormed up to him. He cocked an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but she cut him off.
“We made out and you didn’t tell me!” she snarled, ignoring the looks from waiting commuters nearby.
“Hello to you too,” he smirked, though his confusion tempered it somewhat.
“I just talked to Anja - and apparently that’s you in that picture from Halloween,” Lovinia spat through clenched teeth.
Ooooh, that. He grabbed her arm and tried to lead her out of the station, but she wrenched it away. He stopped and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, if it makes it any better I don’t even remember it. I was wasted off my ass - someone showed it to me later. But, believe me, I sure wish I remembered, babe,” he grinned and tried to throw an arm around her again.
“Ugh,” she shoved him away and crossed her arms, glaring at him. “What do you mean you don’t remember?!”
“What, you’re gonna get pissy because I was too shitfaced to remember it?”
“Yeah, I am!” she yelled.
“Now wait a goddamn second,” Gilbert scowled, pointing a finger at her. “First you’re pissed that I kissed you. And now you’re pissed because I may as well have not kissed you, since I don’t actually remember it. What the fuck?”
She opened her mouth to retaliate - “Oh, fuck this bullshit,” Gilbert muttered, and pressed their lips together before she could get anything out. She tried to pull away and he dipped her in one quick movement, smirking against her lips; she let out a startled yelp in surprise, he thrust his tongue into her mouth and then brought them back up, pulling away before she could bite it off or something.
Her eyes were huge, and she looked frantically around them in the station, trying to assess how many people saw that - a few - she blushed and frowned, hunched her shoulders in and cowered a bit.
Gilbert laughed. She was pretty cute like that. He smiled at her - a real one - and wrapped an arm around her waist while she was still too dazed to protest, leading them out.
---
It was the third Sunday in February. At the Hjortdonner house Gilbert and Alfred had everything for the fourth annual Cars in Circles set up perfectly - TV in the living room on and turned to pre-coverage of the Daytona 500, plenty of smokes to be had, redneck t-shirts and racing hats in place, and a ton of Coors and Budweiser in the fridge. Alfred had even cut his hair into a mullet for the occasion.
Feliks and Ludwig walked in. Ludwig was wearing the clothing he always wore to work on cars and mopeds, looking more like a 1950’s mechanic with his hair in its customary pompadour than anything. Feliks looked as though he was two seconds away from tearing off his clothing and lighting it on fire.
Gilbert saw them and grinned, clad in cut-off jean shorts, a bright orange trucker hat, and a t-shirt with a leaping deer in the woods that read “Buck off”. He walked up to them and stopped, took his Winston out of his mouth, then got a serious look on his face. “Okay, so first, you two nerds aren’t allowed to talk about physics. This here is a nice, white-trash celebration of the lowest order. We can’t have you mucking it up with your intellectual bullshit.”
Ludwig just nodded; he already knew this rule from last year. Feliks rolled his eyes and looked down at his attire. “Why did I have to wear this?” he asked, lip curled, picking at his plain maroon pocket-tee from Wal-Mart. Apparently Gilbert had decided to give him a shirt from Wal-Mart - just two months after Christmas.
“This is serious business, Feliks!” Alfred laughed. “You hafta dress the part!”
“I’m so sorry I don’t take your ironic appreciation of NASCAR seriously,” Feliks replied, heading toward the couch. He sat down and grabbed a beer, muttering “I’m gonna have to be, like, shithoused to survive this - “ but as soon as he tried to open it Alfred and Gilbert both leapt on him.
“No no no, we can’t yet, Feliks!” Alfred yelped, waving his hands around while Gilbert snatched the can.
“Antonio and Sadiq aren’t here yet,” Gilbert scowled.
Feliks raised an eyebrow. “Okay. So?”
“We have to wait,” Alfred said, solemnly, and nodded his head. “Everyone’s gotta be present to give their respects.”
“Respects?” Feliks turned to Ludwig for a to-the-point explanation.
Ludwig sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’ll see,” he said, dully.
“Well - ohmygod who is that?!” Feliks asked and pointed at the television screen, where an interview was being conducted with an attractive young driver.
“It’s Kasey Kahne,” Alfred laughed and winked. “All the ladies love him.”
Feliks stared at the screen with star-struck eyes. “Yeah,” he replied distractedly.
“Fuck that pretty boy - Scrub is where it’s at!” Gilbert called to Feliks. Feliks was too busy drooling at the screen to notice.
---
Alfred snatched the Slim Jims from Antonio’s arms and laughed; Antonio looked right at home in a Carhartt jacket and work boots.
Sadiq walked in behind him with a smirk and Doritos in hand. He’d grown a mustache for the event and wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off, the armholes extending nearly halfway down his torso.
“Huh, not bad,” Gilbert remarked with a grin, “being a first-timer and all.”
“Look at that mustache!” Alfred laughed to Feliks. “Man, wish I’d thought of that!”
Sadiq smiled, kicked off his shoes and socks, rolled up his jeans, then snatched a Winston and a beer.
“Ahahah oh shit, not bad at all!” Gilbert yelled.
“Wait -” Alfred interjected, “we gotta pay our respects! Okay - everyone get a beer, like what Sadiq’s doin’ - and gather ‘round.”
Feliks sent Ludwig a “what the hell is this?” sort of look and Ludwig smiled back. Feliks was going to hate this part.
“Alright cocksuckers, open your beers,” Gilbert instructed, “but don’t drink them, Jesus! Yeah, leave ‘em there.”
“Hold up three fingers with your other hand!” Alfred chirped, “And now ya gotta be quiet! We’re paying our respects to The Intimidator - winner of seven championships!”
Feliks snorted and Gilbert stepped on him, then cut in with “And he kept driving with a goddamn broken collarbone in like a bunch of races, then died an honorable death,” and nodded, sure that his speech had done the man justice.
“Any other words of praise? No? Well then, don’t forget - three fingers on the third lap!” Alfred reminded.
“And you may drink up!” Gilbert cackled; all present drank.
“Ya bastards are fuckin’ crazy,” Sadiq chuckled, shaking his head. Then he saw the deer head - “Gilbert - let’s dress up the deer!”
“That’s Hjortdonner,” Gilbert snapped. “Our fuckin’ house is named for him, get it straight.”
“Oh my God, yes, let’s dress it,” Feliks agreed with a laugh.
The deer went through roughly twenty costume changes before the announcer’s “Gentlemen - start your engines!” brought everyone back to the television.
---
As sometimes happened, Alfred and Nils met Feliks for lunch at a sandwich shop between classes.
“Feliks, dude, tell me about that date of yours!” Alfred winked over as soon as Feliks sat down. Nils rolled his eyes and chewed his straw to pieces between taking sips of soda.
“Okay, well, first, we both got, like, totally schwasted and talked about non-Euclidean geometry - not, like, the math, but the ideas, you know? And then we talked about Broadway plays, and then that “what he wanted to do with his life” kind of stuff,” he replied at light-speed. Before Alfred could even butt in he breathlessly continued with “By then, we were, you know, like, drunk off our asses - so I got him to dance to this totally fly Aphex Twin remix and showed him some moves,” Feliks smirked. “Then we made out, because, duh.”
“And he’s in high school,” Nils said, tone flat.
“Psh, yeah, and?”
“So you’re saying,” Nils replied through his straw, “that you’re a sophomore in college dating a high schooler. You’re a damn creeper.”
Feliks frowned and pointed at Nils. “Okay, one - he’s about to graduate, and two - there is only a two-year age difference between us. Not everyone can find a boyfriend who’s only a month younger than them. So you can, like, shut your trap and stop being a total bitch just because you’re in nicotine withdrawal.”
So. Yeah. Smut. There’s more on the agenda. I guess that’s good? Oh, and I always seem to write smut in present tense for some reason, so hopefully I didn’t miss a verb somewhere. Sorry if I did!
I didn’t have anyone in mind for Tina’s boyfriend, but if you want to put a Hetalia character in there, it could be Toris. I think that kid’s so boring (sorry Toris lovers).
“i carry your heart with me” by e.e. cummings - http://www.artofeurope.com/cummings/cum1.htm
Is my GIANT FANGIRL CRUSH on Sweden obvious yet? Mmmmm he’s the sexiest Hetalia character, hands down. *melts into pile of goo* Plus we both talk kinda funny BROFIST
It’s okay, Berwald. People still haven’t figured gravity out.
I am such a nerd, yes. Nom nom, partial derivatives.
I kid you not, Estonia’s birthday really is February 24th. I was writing that scene and Feliks was all “yeah, I like this kid, sure author!anon” (about time you liked someone I wanted you to get with, yeesh dude) - so then I was like “huh, that’d be nice if Eduard’s birthday was in the spring” and WHAT DO YOU KNOW. PRETTY SURE THE FATES ALIGNED FOR THIS ONE.
The Horrors - Emo/Punk style + Theater Tech style = How Eduard dresses. You know, I’ll probably just end up drawing it (and his bowllll cut omg ^_^) but eh.
Gilbert and Alfred began Cars in Circles during Gilbert’s first year (of two-ish) of college. Who knows why. Oh wait - because Alfred’s a derp for cars and Gilbert’s in so long as there’s beer. And they’re both absolutely ridiculous.
Alfred does not lie. The ladies love Kasey Kahne.
Scrub is Kyle Busch. He’s kind of the Gilbert of NASCAR.
If they wanted an authentic redneck meal, they should’ve gone with Southern cornbread (you make cornbread with a goddamn skillet >/ ) and fried squirrel (or oh God, Vienna sausages in a crock pot), but I digress.
Wayll, ah reckon mah hiyull-billay background’s a-showin’ sumthin’ awful in this’ere part XD
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February Mix Tape
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Ludwig and co. at Half-Pint: A Faulty Chromosome - Them Pleasures of the Flesh
Gilbert makes a Valentine: Suicide - Ghost Rider
Francis and Antonio have birthday!sex: Jesu - Conquerer My Bloody Valentine - Loomer (why do I keep listening to MBV for these two?)
Roderich and Lili stay in: Erik Satie - Gymnopedie I Arthur Russell - A Little Lost
Gilbert and Lovi’s date: Cap’n Jazz - Ooh Do I Love You Times New Viking - Little Amps Best Coast - When I’m With You
Eirik’s performance: The Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels) Neutral Milk Hotel - Two Headed Boy Pt. II
Berwald and Ludwig’s date: School of Seven Bells - Windstorm
Cars in Circles: Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son
Holy shit anon... fucking.... shit I've never seen an update this long before I am in fucking awe of how amazing you are. Like seriously how did you do this? And you kept it interesting the whole entire time. So god I am going to try and do you honor by keeping this coherent.
Okay so just so you know I'm that anon from the sketches post part three who said she would do you some fan art. And I will... because hell I need to do more fanart and what not and yeah... look I'm babbling wasn't I going to make this coherent?
I am loving every second of watching Gilbert and Lovina's relationship. Seriously her violence and his idiocy are a winning combination. I can't help but root for them. Seriously her punching him and then kissing him was beautiful and for that I salute you madam.
Roderich and Lili's date was so sweet. I mean seriously it is adorable to read those two. and that bit where ROdeich said that he felt chauvinistic about her cooking... god that was so freaking cute, like for real. *sigh* I mean who wouldn't enjoy a cute girl coking dinner for them? I kind of want that for myself.
Berwald and Ludiwig's date was so incredibly sweet. Seriously going to a children's museum for a date, it's very much a Berwald sort of thing to do because gosh there is no AU you can write him in and keep it in character without me thinking he would be a fabulous father. And you know what Anon I am a rabid Berwald fangirl. seriously my dream man would be him the way you write him only straight... *shifty eyes* also I hope that you will be explaining more about Berwald's not finishing high school... if not in the story then like to me please? please?
Where does this story take place? like city wise?
Oh and the Cars in Circles... XD anon that sounds like something my friend and I did throughout high school only minus the beer. Because we were in high school and her mom would be fucking pissed off, but we did eat jerky, dress as rednecks and make fun of NASCAR mostly because I am personally half redneck and she is as well only neither one of us have a a hint of it in our day to day life outside of our love of deer. And so anon don't feel bad about your hill billy showing... did your grandfather ever bring home road kill for dinner, or force you to eat deer right after you first saw Bambi or shove you into a dirty leech infested pond to teach you how to swim? Or how about threaten a cop with a shot gun (and he was a retired officer when he did this)? Best part is that he's originally from the Soviet Union via East German parents then moved to the states and turned into this... it's kind of amazing... Oh and yes you do use a skillet for cornbread! My mother can not get it through her head that that is the only way you can make cornbread! Okay maybe that's because she;s northern redneck... and my cornbread love comes from Southern Blacks... idk just god I need to go make cornbread... and get a bud.
Well there's not much I can say, other than you are totally awesome. This is LudwigandBerwaldsmut!requesting anon, and I join you hardcore in the Berwald fangirling. Fave hetalia character. FUCK, WHY DOESN'T HE EXIST?? The physics broke my brain. Eugh... physics.
Oh shit I just noticed Arcade Fire in your playlist, I was listening to that album this morning ♥
Pfffffffff, ahhhh, omg ilu. XD This part was just pure fucking gold. AWESOME.
I love all the intellectual stuff mixed in with all the ridiculous crack. Because Feliks and Ludwig would start talking about the physics of NASCAR.
Ahhhh, speaking of Feliks, now that you've put the idea of him and Eduard into my head I absolutely LOVE IT. Psssh, so much sparkle and math, do want more! (Also, Roderich and Lili are completely my favorite couple in this. I want more of them too, they're so adorable!)
XD And ilu for Cars in Circles. I'm a Midwest girl myself, and NASCAR season is crazy. (NASCAR = Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks) I love that they turned it into a holiday just to mock it, I totally need to start doing this with my friends.
So! In short, this fill is awesome, and if it means that every chapter will be as fucking amazing as this one, then take all the time you need.
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LATFF [9o/15]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-21 01:51 am (UTC)(link)“We made out and you didn’t tell me!” she snarled, ignoring the looks from waiting commuters nearby.
“Hello to you too,” he smirked, though his confusion tempered it somewhat.
“I just talked to Anja - and apparently that’s you in that picture from Halloween,” Lovinia spat through clenched teeth.
Ooooh, that. He grabbed her arm and tried to lead her out of the station, but she wrenched it away. He stopped and rolled his eyes. “Jeez, if it makes it any better I don’t even remember it. I was wasted off my ass - someone showed it to me later. But, believe me, I sure wish I remembered, babe,” he grinned and tried to throw an arm around her again.
“Ugh,” she shoved him away and crossed her arms, glaring at him. “What do you mean you don’t remember?!”
“What, you’re gonna get pissy because I was too shitfaced to remember it?”
“Yeah, I am!” she yelled.
“Now wait a goddamn second,” Gilbert scowled, pointing a finger at her. “First you’re pissed that I kissed you. And now you’re pissed because I may as well have not kissed you, since I don’t actually remember it. What the fuck?”
She opened her mouth to retaliate - “Oh, fuck this bullshit,” Gilbert muttered, and pressed their lips together before she could get anything out. She tried to pull away and he dipped her in one quick movement, smirking against her lips; she let out a startled yelp in surprise, he thrust his tongue into her mouth and then brought them back up, pulling away before she could bite it off or something.
Her eyes were huge, and she looked frantically around them in the station, trying to assess how many people saw that - a few - she blushed and frowned, hunched her shoulders in and cowered a bit.
Gilbert laughed. She was pretty cute like that. He smiled at her - a real one - and wrapped an arm around her waist while she was still too dazed to protest, leading them out.
---
It was the third Sunday in February. At the Hjortdonner house Gilbert and Alfred had everything for the fourth annual Cars in Circles set up perfectly - TV in the living room on and turned to pre-coverage of the Daytona 500, plenty of smokes to be had, redneck t-shirts and racing hats in place, and a ton of Coors and Budweiser in the fridge. Alfred had even cut his hair into a mullet for the occasion.
Feliks and Ludwig walked in. Ludwig was wearing the clothing he always wore to work on cars and mopeds, looking more like a 1950’s mechanic with his hair in its customary pompadour than anything. Feliks looked as though he was two seconds away from tearing off his clothing and lighting it on fire.
Gilbert saw them and grinned, clad in cut-off jean shorts, a bright orange trucker hat, and a t-shirt with a leaping deer in the woods that read “Buck off”. He walked up to them and stopped, took his Winston out of his mouth, then got a serious look on his face. “Okay, so first, you two nerds aren’t allowed to talk about physics. This here is a nice, white-trash celebration of the lowest order. We can’t have you mucking it up with your intellectual bullshit.”
Ludwig just nodded; he already knew this rule from last year. Feliks rolled his eyes and looked down at his attire. “Why did I have to wear this?” he asked, lip curled, picking at his plain maroon pocket-tee from Wal-Mart. Apparently Gilbert had decided to give him a shirt from Wal-Mart - just two months after Christmas.
“This is serious business, Feliks!” Alfred laughed. “You hafta dress the part!”
“I’m so sorry I don’t take your ironic appreciation of NASCAR seriously,” Feliks replied, heading toward the couch. He sat down and grabbed a beer, muttering “I’m gonna have to be, like, shithoused to survive this - “ but as soon as he tried to open it Alfred and Gilbert both leapt on him.
LATFF [9p/15]
(Anonymous) 2010-09-21 01:53 am (UTC)(link)“Antonio and Sadiq aren’t here yet,” Gilbert scowled.
Feliks raised an eyebrow. “Okay. So?”
“We have to wait,” Alfred said, solemnly, and nodded his head. “Everyone’s gotta be present to give their respects.”
“Respects?” Feliks turned to Ludwig for a to-the-point explanation.
Ludwig sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’ll see,” he said, dully.
“Well - ohmygod who is that?!” Feliks asked and pointed at the television screen, where an interview was being conducted with an attractive young driver.
“It’s Kasey Kahne,” Alfred laughed and winked. “All the ladies love him.”
Feliks stared at the screen with star-struck eyes. “Yeah,” he replied distractedly.
“Fuck that pretty boy - Scrub is where it’s at!” Gilbert called to Feliks. Feliks was too busy drooling at the screen to notice.
---
Alfred snatched the Slim Jims from Antonio’s arms and laughed; Antonio looked right at home in a Carhartt jacket and work boots.
Sadiq walked in behind him with a smirk and Doritos in hand. He’d grown a mustache for the event and wore a shirt with the sleeves cut off, the armholes extending nearly halfway down his torso.
“Huh, not bad,” Gilbert remarked with a grin, “being a first-timer and all.”
“Look at that mustache!” Alfred laughed to Feliks. “Man, wish I’d thought of that!”
Sadiq smiled, kicked off his shoes and socks, rolled up his jeans, then snatched a Winston and a beer.
“Ahahah oh shit, not bad at all!” Gilbert yelled.
“Wait -” Alfred interjected, “we gotta pay our respects! Okay - everyone get a beer, like what Sadiq’s doin’ - and gather ‘round.”
Feliks sent Ludwig a “what the hell is this?” sort of look and Ludwig smiled back. Feliks was going to hate this part.
“Alright cocksuckers, open your beers,” Gilbert instructed, “but don’t drink them, Jesus! Yeah, leave ‘em there.”
“Hold up three fingers with your other hand!” Alfred chirped, “And now ya gotta be quiet! We’re paying our respects to The Intimidator - winner of seven championships!”
Feliks snorted and Gilbert stepped on him, then cut in with “And he kept driving with a goddamn broken collarbone in like a bunch of races, then died an honorable death,” and nodded, sure that his speech had done the man justice.
“Any other words of praise? No? Well then, don’t forget - three fingers on the third lap!” Alfred reminded.
“And you may drink up!” Gilbert cackled; all present drank.
“Ya bastards are fuckin’ crazy,” Sadiq chuckled, shaking his head. Then he saw the deer head - “Gilbert - let’s dress up the deer!”
“That’s Hjortdonner,” Gilbert snapped. “Our fuckin’ house is named for him, get it straight.”
“Oh my God, yes, let’s dress it,” Feliks agreed with a laugh.
The deer went through roughly twenty costume changes before the announcer’s “Gentlemen - start your engines!” brought everyone back to the television.
---
As sometimes happened, Alfred and Nils met Feliks for lunch at a sandwich shop between classes.
“Feliks, dude, tell me about that date of yours!” Alfred winked over as soon as Feliks sat down. Nils rolled his eyes and chewed his straw to pieces between taking sips of soda.
“Okay, well, first, we both got, like, totally schwasted and talked about non-Euclidean geometry - not, like, the math, but the ideas, you know? And then we talked about Broadway plays, and then that “what he wanted to do with his life” kind of stuff,” he replied at light-speed. Before Alfred could even butt in he breathlessly continued with “By then, we were, you know, like, drunk off our asses - so I got him to dance to this totally fly Aphex Twin remix and showed him some moves,” Feliks smirked. “Then we made out, because, duh.”
“And he’s in high school,” Nils said, tone flat.
“Psh, yeah, and?”
“So you’re saying,” Nils replied through his straw, “that you’re a sophomore in college dating a high schooler. You’re a damn creeper.”
Feliks frowned and pointed at Nils. “Okay, one - he’s about to graduate, and two - there is only a two-year age difference between us. Not everyone can find a boyfriend who’s only a month younger than them. So you can, like, shut your trap and stop being a total bitch just because you’re in nicotine withdrawal.”
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Massive Author's Note + February Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-21 01:56 am (UTC)(link)I didn’t have anyone in mind for Tina’s boyfriend, but if you want to put a Hetalia character in there, it could be Toris. I think that kid’s so boring (sorry Toris lovers).
“i carry your heart with me” by e.e. cummings - http://www.artofeurope.com/cummings/cum1.htm
Is my GIANT FANGIRL CRUSH on Sweden obvious yet? Mmmmm he’s the sexiest Hetalia character, hands down. *melts into pile of goo*
Plus we both talk kinda funny BROFISTIt’s okay, Berwald. People still haven’t figured gravity out.
I am such a nerd, yes. Nom nom, partial derivatives.
I kid you not, Estonia’s birthday really is February 24th. I was writing that scene and Feliks was all “yeah, I like this kid, sure author!anon” (about time you liked someone I wanted you to get with, yeesh dude) - so then I was like “huh, that’d be nice if Eduard’s birthday was in the spring” and WHAT DO YOU KNOW. PRETTY SURE THE FATES ALIGNED FOR THIS ONE.
The Horrors - Emo/Punk style + Theater Tech style = How Eduard dresses. You know, I’ll probably just end up drawing it (and his bowllll cut omg ^_^) but eh.
Gilbert and Alfred began Cars in Circles during Gilbert’s first year (of two-ish) of college. Who knows why. Oh wait - because Alfred’s a derp for cars and Gilbert’s in so long as there’s beer. And they’re both absolutely ridiculous.
Alfred does not lie. The ladies love Kasey Kahne.
Scrub is Kyle Busch. He’s kind of the Gilbert of NASCAR.
If they wanted an authentic redneck meal, they should’ve gone with Southern cornbread (you make cornbread with a goddamn skillet >/ ) and fried squirrel (or oh God, Vienna sausages in a crock pot), but I digress.
Wayll, ah reckon mah hiyull-billay background’s a-showin’ sumthin’ awful in this’ere part XD
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February Mix Tape
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Ludwig and co. at Half-Pint:
A Faulty Chromosome - Them Pleasures of the Flesh
Gilbert makes a Valentine:
Suicide - Ghost Rider
Francis and Antonio have birthday!sex:
Jesu - Conquerer
My Bloody Valentine - Loomer (why do I keep listening to MBV for these two?)
Roderich and Lili stay in:
Erik Satie - Gymnopedie I
Arthur Russell - A Little Lost
Gilbert and Lovi’s date:
Cap’n Jazz - Ooh Do I Love You
Times New Viking - Little Amps
Best Coast - When I’m With You
Eirik’s performance:
The Arcade Fire - Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)
Neutral Milk Hotel - Two Headed Boy Pt. II
Berwald and Ludwig’s date:
School of Seven Bells - Windstorm
Cars in Circles:
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son
Link: http://www.me diafire.com/?akm6 gtbssxjc4
Re: Massive Author's Note + February Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-21 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)Okay so just so you know I'm that anon from the sketches post part three who said she would do you some fan art. And I will... because hell I need to do more fanart and what not and yeah... look I'm babbling wasn't I going to make this coherent?
I am loving every second of watching Gilbert and Lovina's relationship. Seriously her violence and his idiocy are a winning combination. I can't help but root for them. Seriously her punching him and then kissing him was beautiful and for that I salute you madam.
Roderich and Lili's date was so sweet. I mean seriously it is adorable to read those two. and that bit where ROdeich said that he felt chauvinistic about her cooking... god that was so freaking cute, like for real. *sigh* I mean who wouldn't enjoy a cute girl coking dinner for them? I kind of want that for myself.
Berwald and Ludiwig's date was so incredibly sweet. Seriously going to a children's museum for a date, it's very much a Berwald sort of thing to do because gosh there is no AU you can write him in and keep it in character without me thinking he would be a fabulous father. And you know what Anon I am a rabid Berwald fangirl. seriously my dream man would be him the way you write him only straight... *shifty eyes* also I hope that you will be explaining more about Berwald's not finishing high school... if not in the story then like to me please? please?
Where does this story take place? like city wise?
Oh and the Cars in Circles... XD anon that sounds like something my friend and I did throughout high school only minus the beer. Because we were in high school and her mom would be fucking pissed off, but we did eat jerky, dress as rednecks and make fun of NASCAR mostly because I am personally half redneck and she is as well only neither one of us have a a hint of it in our day to day life outside of our love of deer. And so anon don't feel bad about your hill billy showing... did your grandfather ever bring home road kill for dinner, or force you to eat deer right after you first saw Bambi or shove you into a dirty leech infested pond to teach you how to swim? Or how about threaten a cop with a shot gun (and he was a retired officer when he did this)? Best part is that he's originally from the Soviet Union via East German parents then moved to the states and turned into this... it's kind of amazing... Oh and yes you do use a skillet for cornbread! My mother can not get it through her head that that is the only way you can make cornbread! Okay maybe that's because she;s northern redneck... and my cornbread love comes from Southern Blacks... idk just god I need to go make cornbread... and get a bud.
Re: Massive Author's Note + February Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 06:47 am (UTC)(link)And I just went through and downloading EVERYTHING. Fuck yeah music.
I sort of spaced out during the math talk. I'm impressed with myself though, that I even know what non-Euclidean geometry is in the first place.
I get "Taming of the Shrew" feelings from Lovi/Gilbert. Oh dear.
Your Germany is so sweet. I'm loving the Berwald/Ludwig. ♥
Re: Massive Author's Note + February Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-22 02:59 pm (UTC)(link)The physics broke my brain. Eugh... physics.
Oh shit I just noticed Arcade Fire in your playlist, I was listening to that album this morning ♥
Re: Massive Author's Note + February Mix Tape
(Anonymous) 2010-09-23 03:55 pm (UTC)(link)I love all the intellectual stuff mixed in with all the ridiculous crack. Because Feliks and Ludwig would start talking about the physics of NASCAR.
Ahhhh, speaking of Feliks, now that you've put the idea of him and Eduard into my head I absolutely LOVE IT. Psssh, so much sparkle and math, do want more! (Also, Roderich and Lili are completely my favorite couple in this. I want more of them too, they're so adorable!)
XD And ilu for Cars in Circles. I'm a Midwest girl myself, and NASCAR season is crazy. (NASCAR = Non-Athletic Sport Centered Around Rednecks) I love that they turned it into a holiday just to mock it, I totally need to start doing this with my friends.
So! In short, this fill is awesome, and if it means that every chapter will be as fucking amazing as this one, then take all the time you need.