This is a rant inspired by some trends in comics in the past 25 years. This is the trend towards angst, lots of angst, for everyone. I don't mind my heroes to have problems, I don't mind them question their actions every now and then, it's healthy. I don't mind "realism" (and if you think there is any real about this "realism" I have few bridge to sell you). But I would like to point out, "the Goddamn Batman" is "a Goddamn Asshole" and villain like Punisher, and he should be considered a danger to himself and others and locked in a padded cell.

I still love comics, and the asshole is not a bad character. I love Constantine: he is a great character and huge douchebag, but at least no one pretends he is anything else but a self-serving asshole who every now and than stumbles across the Right Thing To Do. I just wish people would stop treating these characters like good people as well as interesting characters.

There is something about American superhero comics that's makes me want to write about theory and ideas about what these characters mean to me. Japanese comics have inspired my fiction, even the most predictable or non-existent plots (I'm looking at you PoT) inspire me to write the characters as my own. American superhero comics inspire me to analyze, to look at these characters as Jung or Bloom might. So that's what I'm doing.

( Bart Allen, Titans of Tomorrow, Flash Reborn, and Being  )

So I disappeared for....awhile...but I'm back sort of though I can think of only person who would care at all.

Anyway I have a bunch fics (and one one metatextual musing) to dump into several posts so I'm sorry in advance for filling your friends page with drivel.

aren't you glad it doesn't say Harry Potter?

The aforementioned meta
Preface:
I was reading all sorts of fun essays on comic books recently and it got me thinking. See all of these essays are about the big and older names: Superman, X-men, Batman, Spiderman, Fantastic 4, Justice League, Wonder Woman ect. So I started thinking about the metaphors and meaning behind some of the newer characters, the characters created in the 90s and 00s.

Superboy, the next generation
( What Superboy Means )

Impulse 'R us
( What Impulse means )

Seven short drabbles

( Greed )
( Gluttony - rated R for sexual content. )
( Pride )
( Envy )
( Sloth )
( Wrath - Rated R for language )
( Lust )

Title: A Family history
Rating: PG
Summary: A series of vignettes between Andromeda and her grandchild.
Disclaimer: I live in a closet and own nothing, Harry, Andromeda, and Teddy all belong to the corporate monolith that JKR became.

( Part One )

( Part Two )

( Read more... )

Title: Some Other Spring
Rating: Pg-13 for suggested sex
Genre: Romance/Angst
Characters: Alphard/OC
Disclaimers: I own nothing not even the clothes on my back
Summary: One week in the summer between 6th and 7th year changes everything for Alphard.

( It started with a dare )

Title: Blackbird
Author: Teshumai
Gift for: Sugeredarsenic
Pairing: Ted/Andromeda
Rating: PG
Warnings: somewhat bloody
Word Count: 4300
Summary: Andromeda was content to follow her family but as she grows up and the world becomes more complex she’ll have to decide who she is and how she wants to live. Thank you to my Beta!

( there are all sorts of unsavory folk coming to Hogwarts these days, mudbloods and half-breeds and the like )

Title: Sun Showers
Authors: Teshumai
Rating: PG
Summary: A Black never shows weakness.

( Regulus, has passed away )


Title: Scars
Rating: PG
Summary: Sirius notices a scar on Remus' arm which leads to questions.
Disclaimer: Still don't own things. Really wish I did.
A/N: This was inspired by the question on a forum of "does Remus have scars and if so what do they look like?"

( It was unusually warm for early spring that afternoon, which is what Sirius blames for everything )

Title: You In My Mind.
Rating: PG
Summery: This how I see us

( Every moment I remember is colored by the way I see you now )

It's because I want you to like me. That's why I'm in this little dress that cost more then my paycheck even though it's freezing under the air conditioning. That's why my lips are red and my eyes are black and my hair is in perfect ringlets that took hours. I'm trying seduce you, in case it wasn't obvious. I just don't know how. I admit to a touch of vanity that makes me want to be the most beautiful girl in the room. I just never had to work for it before. Most guys trip over themselves staring at me in a t-shirt that's a size too big. You didn't, you don't. I want you to. I want to be the girl you can't take your eyes off of. I want to always be in your thoughts at the edge of vision. I want you to find yourself staring at me all the time even though you don't mean to. I want your eyes to be drawn towards me, because that's what you do to me. I want you. I want Harry met Sally, and Shakespeare in Love, and Never Been Kissed with you. I want the awkward, funny, sweet, scary, passionate moments with you. I want you to fill me, because I've been empty for so long. I'll patch up all the little cracks and holes in my cup if you'll fill it up, because I think you can, but first you have to like me too.

Title: C'e Chi veglia su di te
Rating: Pg
Genre: Gen
Characters: Gokudera
Pairing: none
Disclaimers: I own nothing not even the clothes on my back
Summary: Gokudera used to watch Disney movies.

A/N: Hayato Gokudera is pretty Japanese name for a kid who didn't know he was part Japanese until he was eight, so I've given a Italian name for those first eight years. The title is the Italian translation of the song mentioned in the text. I warn that I don't have a great handle on these characters yet, so forgive me Gokudera is probably too calm and Yamamoto isn't smiley enough.

( C'e chi veglia su di te )

Watching Hikaru no Go, again, and I attacked by the fic-bunny of DOOM, when I heard two of the teachers discussing Isumi and this line "He had a fragileness about him last year" So I ended up writing a short little thing about fragile Isumi.

Title: Fragile
Rating: Pg-13 for suggested sex
Genre: Gen
Characters: Isumi, Yang Hai
Pairing: Yang Hai/Isumi
Disclaimers: I own nothing not even the clothes on my back
Summary: He is missing something and whatever it is he can’t get it from the Insei. So he does something daring, he gets on a plane and goes to a foreign country.

( Fragile )

Coffee is a fickle friend
When the paper's due
and the night is young
Sweet lullabies it whispers
and pulls you to bed

But when you want nothing
but that same sweet slumber
it sends your stomach shaking
and dries your eyes instead

Coffee doesn't care
about chemicals and rules
it's action always different
but it always leaves you dead

1) Friendly Weather

People say out here in sleazy sunny Hollywood we're not real friends. Oh, we're friendly enough, after a couple days out here you won't be able to count high enough to number your new friends. We're open and welcoming, our smiles are permanent cracks on our faces. We just don't stick around long. We love to party with you but when you need us we're gone. New Englanders shake their heads, they don't get it. They say they're real friends up in New England. They might not open their doors so readily but they when they do, the door is open for you. I guess it has to do with the weather. New England house are built for rough winds, deep snows, and heavy rains. The people are too. Here in the great southwest they call us fair weather friends, but you can blame us when we have so much fair weather.

2)Mother

My mother is likely the most interesting person I'll ever know. People search their whole lives for someone like her. Authors spend years trying to create a character that is but a pale shadow to her. My mother doesn't just work a room, she lights it. She knows everyone and they flock to her while I stand by the wall waiting until we can go home.

Naturally, my mother was an actress, I was too young remember and after my brother was born she stopped to raise us. But I hear the stories still. They say she was best Ophelia they had ever seen. They say when she was on stage, no matter what part she played, no matter how big or small, when she stood in the light you couldn't take your eyes off her.

She is, of course, a neuratic mess most of the time, fluciuating between a bit frustrated and a full blown nervous breakdown over the course of a day. And though we don't always have food in the house there is always beer and martini's. Mothering wasn't her calling in life, which is not say she didn't give it her best, but it never seemed to come easy to her. The small things kept getting away, until one day she couldn't take it anymore. That was the year my brother and I learned how to take care of ourselves. That was the year we should have learned to take care of each other.

Color

I was at an interview when I was asked probably the most difficult question for me. How is Tokyo different than LA? I was stumped. It is different, but not in anyway that you can explain in a nice clean package. Tokyo is a big city and in that respect it exactly the same as every big city across the world. The buildings are tall, the transportation is crowded, people are absorbed in their own work and life and rarely notice each other. I usually tell people it's like New York but newer. But that's not quite right. It's just a surface, the Shinjuku layer of Tokyo.

The answer I never give is the one I think would get me strange looks. See the truth is I see cities as colors. LA, the place that has always been my home, is yellow. It's a bright yellow sun and yellow sand and dry yellow grass. It's cloudless sky too bright to be probably called blue. It's bright and wild full of ex-hippies with yellow teeth and plastic yellow peace sign earrings. It's yellow stage lights creating a midday sun inside. It's adobe buildings and their pale pale yellow walls.

Tokyo is two colors. In the daytime it's blue. Blue suits, blue glass windows reflecting a perfect blue sky. It's crisp and clean and safe. It's an ocean of florescent lights tinting everything blue. Tokyo brings out the gray I hadn't known was in my eyes. At night the blue suits go home and the blue lights are turned off. At night Tokyo is red. Red neon lights point the way to everything from noddles to girls. Red lanterns call you into bars and izukaya with red seats and strawberry flavored drinks. Tokyo at night is a sexy red dress and matching red lipstick.

I caught with XXXholic....wtf. I mean W.T.F. that's the backstory you're going with, that is the truth about Watanuki and his crazy psychic am I dreaming, am I a dream whatever. that makes no fucking sense especially cause I don't read tsubasa which is now apparently essential to understanding xxxholic.

GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHRAGE!!!!!!
and breathe.

Title: Gold part 4 and 5
Author: teshumai
Rating: pg-13 for language and violence
Genre: I think I moved firmly into angst
Characters: Mukahi, Oshitari, and the rest hyotei will make appearances
Pairing: Oshigaku
Disclaimers: I own nothing not even the clothes on my back
Summary: It came as a disappointment and a surprise, though not a terrible shock when they lost to the new half formed Shishido-Ohtori pair. There was gold in the Shishido-Ohtori pair.

( Gold part 4 )

( gold part 5 )

Title: Sex Drugs and Fast Cars
Author: teshumai
Rating: pg-13
Genre: general
Characters: Most of the Hyotei 3rd years (though they're older in the story)
Pairing: hinted Oshitari/Mukahi, mentions of Shishido/Ohtori
Disclaimers: I've moved out of the closet but I still don't own anything
Spoilers: none
Summery: A night out joyriding with the gang.

( Sex, drugs, and fast cars )

Title: the Camel's back
Author: teshumai
Rating: pg-13
Genre: angst
Characters: Fuji, Eiji, Oshitari, Tezuka
Pairing: sorta Oshitari/Eiji
Disclaimers: I've moved out of the closet but I still don't own anything
Spoilers: none
Summery: Fuji's search for destruction

( The Camel's back )

beginnings
ノート
私の文法はだめだから日本語を喋れば直してください。

( beginnings )

ノート
私の文法はだめだから日本語を喋れば直してください。

( translation )