More Yaoi Scraps....

Guess what? I HATE building regulations. My landlord had it all sorted, hired some company to do the renovation, everybody's papers with the choices and everything (do you want blue or white bathroom tile?) were in, they were JUST about to telll everyone where and when to move to temporary apartments, when WHAM! ANOTHER building company goes to court because they felt our landlord had one-upped them or something. So now it will take 1 to 3 months before they can even tell if there will BE a renovation. And after that, the other company can go to higher instances with their claim. This could potentially take.... forever! SIGH!  

In the mean time, more yaoi scraps. I will color them, just so you know where one ends and the other begin. 

1. Junjou Romantica Fan fiction

Usami Akihiko woke up. Outside, there was a dull, grey deck of clouds blocking the sun. Depressing. He was supposed to get up and get some work done, before being accosted by his editor and publisher, who would drag him to one of those boring functions at the publishing house, Christmas party or what not.

                             He turned around. Looked longingly at Takahasi Misaki who lay beside him. Maybe he should... Nah, Misaki slept, looking so sweet. Besides, Akihiko had had his fun last night. He'd just get up and get to work. Nothing to it. Right now.

                             Nothing happened. Nothing at all resembling movement. Oh, well, lying here was what he wanted to do, so...

“Akihiko”, muttered Misaki suddenly.

“Yes?”

“Why are you staring at me?”

                             Akihiko bit his lip.

“Because you are so beautiful”, he said.

“Mmm”, muttered Misaki and turned around. “That's good.”

                             Akihiko put a hand in Misaki’s hair. Misaki smiled to himself. Akihiko had big, strong hands. Cold hands. Cold hands hide warm hearts, or so they said.

 2: Uraboku Fanfiction ("out of universe")

Yuki looked around in the throng. To think that so much people had come to his wedding. To be fair, his and Luka's wedding had been celebrated together with Tsukumo and Shuusei's, but still. To be perfectly honest, Yuki wasn't comfortable with this. All he really wanted was to disappear, and he was waiting for a good moment to slip away. Like this one, if only he hadn't been so far from the door. He sidled towards it.

“Yuki!”

                             Yuki froze on the spot. Tsukumo had spotted him.

“Yuki-kun”, said Tsukumo breathlessly. He looked as though he had just come out of a whirlwind. And he looked so happy. Yuki felt a sting of jealousy. Why couldn't he be happy like that?

“How are you feeling”, asked Tsukumo, giving his cousin a swift hug.

                             Yuki thought. He had told Tsukumo, and only Tsukumo, how he had felt all year. Like he was ill, but in full denial of that fact. And this week, he had been so close to breaking in front of Tsukumo. The very understanding and caring Tsukumo. So Yuki told the truth.

“I just want to get out of here”, he said quietly. “I don't feel well. Like I'm going to faint at any moment.”

                             Tsukumo looked seriously at him.

“You don’t look very well, either”, he said. “Maybe you need to lie down. Now it’s all over, it’s time you took care of yourself.”

                             Yuki nodded.

“I’ll go inside for a while”, he said. “Could you tell Luka? I’ll be back in a while, I promise.”

“’Course”, Tsukumo said. “I’ll find him for you. And Yuki?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t come back out here. Cuddle up with your husband.”

                             Yuki smiled faintly and went inside.

 3: Kiss on a honeymoon Fanfiction

Fumiya woke up, feeling heavy and tired. He had had a fever yesterday, probably that was why. He had also had sex first time with his husband last night. Fumiya had decided to think about Ayane as his husband instead of “wife”, that Ayane had taken the brides role in their wedding didn't matter to him. The stress of making the most of this trip as their honeymoon was his own fault. Ayane hadn't asked for anything. Ayane was so kind, he never asked for things like that. He was more likely, in fact, to arrange them himself. Fumiya looked around. Ayane wasn't there. He'd probably snuck away, possibly to put some distance between them, as one of their friends were very negative to their marriage. Better to bear it now and get to be together at home, than to ruin the trip.

 4: Something I made up myself....

Kazue sat down with a deep sigh. So now he knew. Now he knew more than he had ever thought he'd ever get to know. Ranmaru was the youngest prince of Nihon. Somewhere, he had known, but he hadn't wanted to push Ran into confessing. Thinking about it, if you just pushed back Ran's long hair, he looked a lot like his father. Poor, sweet, stupid Ran.  Kazue thought for a while what this would mean for them in the future. A lot, probably. Then, suddenly, he rose and went into the bedroom, where Ran lay, still cold from having run through the whole city last night, in the rain. Kazue sat down on the bed. Leaned over Ran. Kissed him gently on the cheek and whispered:

“Don't think you'll get rid of me so easily.”

                             Ran moved a little in his sleep.

“Kazue”, he muttered. “I don’t want to go home. I want to stay...”

                             Kazue smiled.

“You are staying”, he said. “You are staying for as long as you want.”

                             Kazue went out to the kitchen and made breakfast.

 5: Kirepapa Fanfiction (Taken waaaaaaaaay out of its universe)

Chisato sat in the large canteen, pushing around his food. He was feeling down and stressed, and he had no appetite. He had been given a studio. A Studio! There were only 5 studios for each of the year groups from age 20, and artistic focus, and about 150 students. Getting a studio is to be recognized. The added pressure of being here against his fathers will made Chisato feel sick. And then there was something else that made him feel bad, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

“Why aren't you eating?”

                             Chisato looked up. His boyfriend had sat down opposite to him, along with a friend of his.

“Chisato”, said Shunsuke askance.

                             Chisato shrugged.

“Chisato-nii!”

                             Chisato’s younger brother  flung himself down beside him.

“Ruiji”, muttered Chisato.

                             To Chisato’s astonishment, Ruiji leaned over the table and kissed Shunsuke’s friend promptly. Then he turned to his big brother.

“You’re not eating”, he said. “Are you having a migraine?”

 6: I don't know what this is.......

“This can't be right.”

“We don't make mistakes.”

“But he can't... He's not like that...”

“Like what? You know this work calls for all sorts of people.”

“But he is gentle and kind and... he can't be a reaper.”

“Rikku, this is good news. For you, this should be the best news since you came.”

                             Rikku turned his head. He didn't want this. But he knew it wasn't his decision.

“He'll be in the transfer hall in one hour”, said Rikkus boss. “You should meet him there.”

 6: Set in the Sex Pistols (Love pistols) universe

Kato sat in his and Sora's bed. He was feeling sick, maybe he had the flu. If so, it was a strange one. Every morning for two weeks he had been feeling nauseous, at least until he had had breakfast. After breakfast he had gotten up again and off to school.

                             Today was sunday. No school, Kato could take it easy. Maybe he'd feel better if he stayed in bed today. Sora was making breakfast. Kato closed his eyes, listened. He could hear Sora out in the kitchen. Kato loved this apartment. It was brand new, not only had they just moved in after Kinrõ Kansha no Hi, the building was brand new, ready for occupation in November.

 7: Vampire Knight Fanfiction

Zero and his twin brother Ichiro sat side by side in their school desks, impeccably dressed in school uniforms with hair the same style, they were identical. They had done this today because they were feeling cheeky, the only ones who would be able to tell them apart was little sister Yuki and Zero's boyfriend Kaname.

Birthday gift for Onee-chan.....

It's Onee-chans birthday, so she needs a little gift.

Now, I was hoping I'd have gotten further than I did, but.... didn't happen...... so this is, as usual, just a scrap. But at least it's onee-chans favorite FF couple....

Remember, Fan Fiction. I know there are 1000 errors in this barely 1 page of text. Guess what? IDC.

Nibelheim. Small, quiet village in the shadow of Mount Nibel. Nothing ever happens there. Peaceful on the verge of sleepy. That is, until the Red Whirlwind hits it. Whenever Genesis Rhapsodos comes to visit, the people of Nibelheim hunker down and starts debating, and a young man from their own village changes personality. Sephiroth is generally calm and quiet, but with Genesis around he gets caught up in his friend's whirlwind. Not that Genesis is bad, really. He's just full of energy and mischief, and his mischief spreads like rings on water. During the six years he has visited Nibelheim regularly he has thoroughly educated the children in making pranks and being mischievous. No wonder they love him while most adult hate him.
          Sephiroth and Genesis sat on the water tower, munching on strawberry bread. It is evening, the quiet village is even more quiet. Sephiroth was thinking about what to fill tomorrow with, as Genesis was going home that night, when Genesis suddenly said:
"Mrs. Strife sure can bake", he swallowed his last piece of bread. "I wish my mother could bake."
          Sephiroth smiled.
"I wish my mother would at least try to bake", he said, handing the last of his own bread to Genesis.
          Happily accepting, Genesis went on:
"Do you know what this feels like?"
"No?"
"A date."
"A date? Of the probably 100 times we've been sitting like this together, and now it feels like a date?"
"I'm sorry", Genesis muttered. "I didn't mean..."
          Genesis quieted. He did mean it, so why try to lie about it now? Fact was, he adored Sephiroth. Sephiroth was tall, blonde and handsome, with cat-like, green eyes, he was strong and agile and intelligent. He was calm and cool and friendly, and when Genesis was with him, he felt a sense of calm, himself.
"Come on, said Sephiroth, rising. "I'll walk you down to the car."
          The walked the few meters to Genesis' car side by side. The driver opened the door to the back seat. Genesis sighed.
"Yeah", he muttered. "I'll come back in...."
         He didn't know what to say, or if he should say anything. Or even if he should come back. Sephiroth felt the tension. With a little smile, he leaned forward and kissed Genesis on the cheek.
"Next time, I'll take you on a real date", he said.
          Sephiroth walked away. Surprised and very pleased, Genesis looked after him.
"Yeah", he said quietly. "Next time, we'll go on a date. And next time, I'll not let you get me like that. Next time, I'll get you first."

Small reminder....

Just a small reminder: Today, Saturday September 8, is the International Day for Literacy. Have you been reading anything? I've been reading. I've been reading En ö i havet, slow progress but still progress. I think I'm too restless at the moment to really hunker down and read.

I have been writing a little, too. As usual, yaoi FanFiction. So, I give you the first page (or is it maybe somewhere in the middle of some book) of my Star Wars meets Mass Effect yaoi, with my Revan (with a new name) and Carth Onasi as the love couple.

The Ebon Hawk shot out of the worm hole and straight into a planet atmosphere. For a moment, it was out of control and it got extremely hot in the freighters interior, but its expert pilot was swift to put the heat sink in overdrive. He could not gain control over their decent, however.

“We’re totally going to crash”, said one of the kids behind the pilot.

“That would be bad”, said another, with a knack for stating the obvious.

         The fear for this destiny was palpable; no one on this ship wanted such an end. The only one who seemed calm was the man standing between the pilot seats.

“Buckle in, kids”, he said. “This is going to hurt.”

         The seven people behind him hurried to do so. Unfortunately, this left no seat for himself. Their pilot had managed to slow down a little, but this was going to be a quite graceless landing. They were rapidly meeting a sand sea, at least there were no mountains to strike. The standing man braced himself for impact.

         The Ebon Hawk came to a skidding halt on the dune sea. All was still. No one moved.

“Uron. Uron!”

         He among them that had been standing when they crash landed groaned and sat up. The pilot sat back with a sigh of relief.

“Don’t do that to me”, he said.

“Sorry”, he muttered. “I’m ok.”

“You’re bleeding”, said a female voice, which was neither of the two women in their company.

         Uron put a hand to the back of his head and felt the sticky warm blood. He nodded slowly. His head was feeling really funny. He looked up at the woman who had spoken. She was not alone. She was accompanied by three men and two women, of different species.

“Asari”, he said quietly, getting to his feet. He swayed a little. “If you will excuse me, I think I will go and vomit.”

         The crowd parted for him, they would have, sick or not. Uron’s friends looked after him.

“Will he be ok”, one of them asked.

“Yeah, well…”, said the pilot softly. “Maybe I’d better go and check. Let’s go to the assembly room and figure this out. I’ll get Uron.”

         The 8 of the 9 people of the Ebon Hawk and their 6 “visitors” filed out to the assembly room, and the pilot walked outside.

“Uron”, he said quietly. “You ok?”

         Uron stood with his back against the side of his star ship, eyes closed. He seemed to be listening.

“My head hurts”, he said.

“Of course it hurts. What did you think? What were you thinking, standing there? Why didn’t you at least get down?”

         Uron smiled a little.

“Carth Onasi”, he said softly. “Are you worried about me?”

         The Ebon Hawks pilot and long-term friend of Uron, Carth Onasi, gently put a hand on Urons temple. Uron could feel the healing power of Carths hand.

“Always”, Carth said.

“I feel cold”, whispered Uron, allowing himself a rare moment of vulnerability. “Embrace me.”

         Carth pulled gently at Uron, who leaned forward. They stood for a moment, close together.

“A thousand times you’ve promised me to be careful with your life, and a thousand times have you broken that promise”, said Carth quietly. “How can I trust you when you do that to me?”

“You trust me for the millions of times I do keep my promise.”

Wednesday is library day.... part 2....

Ok, so, I know i was supposed to write this last Thursday, buuut.... well, mostly I didn't do it because I had no inspiration whatsoever, but i blame my tooth... anywho, seeing its technically thursday a week later (writing this at 00:48 night between Wednesday and Thursday) I thought I'd push myself into doing it. So, favorite books in categories kids through yaoi, here i come.

Kids (that is not written by Astrid Lindgren): Oh, this is SO DAMN HARD! Should i Pick Harry Potter? Well, funny story about that one; I got it when i was a kid from my mom, birthday present. Guess what? I REFUSED TO READ IT! I was very anti-everything everyone else did, so reading Harry Potter..... nah. Didn't actually start reading until the Prisoner of Azkaban. We were vacationing on Crete and I was bored, so I bought it in the reception at the hotel. My favorite of the books, but the least favorite film. But that's all a side note. I think I will actually go with Momo by Michael Ende. He also wrote The Neverending Story. Momo, the title character, is an outsider looking in at a society where she, as a lonely little girl living poor and alone in an amphitheater, isn't really liked by the adults, but loved by the kids. She and the kids play and enjoy the time spent together, and the town where they live is peaceful and quiet. But then the Gray Men appear and time seems to disappear..... it's a good read, and it made me think. It's just as much for kids as for adults.

Manga: Oh.... I hardly remember all the manga I've read. All is not in the bookshelves, so i pick from there..... and my pick is: Black Butler (黒執事 :Kuroshitsuji) Kind of generic, I know.... Everyone knows what this is, at least if they know anything about manga. About a boy (Earl Ciel Phantomhive) and his butler (Sebastian Michaelis) and their antics in Victorian London's shadow world of crooks and murderers and.... and GRELL! Grell, you weird, red, crazy Shinigami, you! You totally deserved it when Will landed on your head! (I think it was Will.... Might have been Sebastian..... or both....) But then, I think you liked it. And that was the scariest version on the Cheshire cat EVER! Anywho, one of my favorites!



Fairy Tales: Ok, this is not what you think! I used the Swedish word "Sagor", witch is a much wider concept than fairy tales. Fables fit in here, as well as Harry Potter, The Golden Compass and Pippi Longstocking. So this may seem really random. Talking strict classic fairy tale, my favorite is Sleeping Beauty. Not the Disney version. This is totally bias on a book I had when I was a kid. I think I have it somewhere. It had beautiful full-page pictures on every other page. I think I like the paintings more than the story. From the book shelf: The Moomin books. Hard to choose which. Sent i November (Late in November, literally, but i don't know if this is the actual English title) puts me in that quiet, almost sorrowful state that I like from books, especially in November. And that song Tove Jansson, the author, wrote gives me chills for some reason.It's called Höstvisa, look it up, check for an old clip from the 60's, a man is singing in that version. 

Science Fiction: I'm gonna go all Star Wars here, and say The Jedi's Apprentice. It's a young teen series about Obi-Wan Kenobi as a teenager. It's a really good book series, and I just love Qui-Gon Jinn.... I started reading this before I saw The Phantom Menace, and I had Liam Neeson's voice in my head whenever Qui-Gon spoke.... and lo.... Liam Neeson as Qui-Gon Jinn.... The SW universe has spawned fanfic, but not this specifically.






Shounen-ai: I had surprisingly little in this bookshelf. Only three books. But it seems I'm lacking books here. I'll go with Betrayal Knows My Name (裏切りは僕の名前を知っている Uragiri wa Boku no Namae wo Sitteiru) (Yay me, I remembered the whole thing by myself!) The only thing that bothers me is that Yuki was once a girl.... Is it really shounen-ai, then? Don't know. I just know that Yuki is sweet, Luka has the good old devil's stare and Takashiro is totally hot. A LOT of yaoi fanfic has come out of this occult series, and there is more to come....






Yaoi: Hard, hard, hard..... I think I'll go with Junjou Romantica. Slice of life yaoi about Misaki who comes to live with his big brothers best friend Usagi-san. Usagi-san pursues Misaki, Misaki resists.... we all know the drill. Don't really know what to write about this, other than I really like it, and it's kinda cute. And it has spawned some yaoi fanfic....








Well, that was that, all categories in my bookshelf. Not the most sophisticated reader perhaps, but it's all good and fun. Tonight I'm reading Assassin's Creed Renaissance.

Everything is yaoi....

It's true. Everything is yaoi. And if it isn't, you can make it so. I have made yaoi out of just about everything. So, let me tell you about that thing I promised before. Treasure island yaoi. It is one of those stories that I started when I was a kid, and since then it has gone through a hell of an evolution. It all started when I was 10 and our fourth grade teacher said we had to read at least one book per month. Well, I though, I read one book per day, so... MOM, I NEED A CHALLENGE! She dumped Treasure Island in my lap. How that was a challenge, I don't know. Maybe because I didn't really like pirates back then.

Anywho, I read it, and little girl feminism kicked in, just like with Lord of the Rings. I immediately decided to split the main role between Jim Hawkins and a girl. The girl was Jim's sister, runaway girl, I don't know if she ever got a girls name. But off she was, and she came to Bristol and was found by Alexander Smollett. He thought she was a boy and he took her in. She said she didn't remember her name, so he gave her the name Ismael. Ismael is a name I fell in love with after having seen Fanny och Alexander, mainly because that Ismael was really cool and a bit scary.

Little girl Ismael didn't survive very long. She turned into little boy Ismael. The boy Ismael didn't take long to detach himself from the source material, made clones for himself and sometimes changes his name. One of him stayed in the Treasure island world, grew up, got hitched to a woman and got himself a boyfriend, named Horatio Hornblower. Sound Familiar? It's another book (series) about a sailor in the 18th century. One of the Ismael clones moved to France and joined the musketeers (this has several stories, one in an alternate future where France is ruled by king Louis XXVI), one changed his name to Isaac and moved to 21st century London, another also changed his name to Isaac, but misspelled it Isacc, he is for now sitting rather still in a boat somewhere in the space-time continuum. Isacc has once met the original Ismael, buut.... i don't know. I promise to one day post some of those stories.

Just to give you a hint of what else I'm writing about, here's a little summary of 5 people/couples:

Zidane Karone + Charles "Kuja" Shunte: Zidane is the riches-to-rags-to-riches guy who ran away from home when he was 12. Kuja is the guy from the suburbs that ended up on the streets when his parents died. Apparently, foster care didn't exist in this universe. These two hasn't changed much since i started writing about them when I was, maybe, 12. Their names has changed, I think Kuja was actually "Charlie" in the beginning. Then came Final Fantasy IX. Name stealing 200%. After that I made a gag out of the name Charles. Zidane's father's name became Carlo, his mothers brother Carlos, and his and Kuja's oldest son Charlie. So Zidane use to say he's surrounded by Charlie's. Once upon a time, to solve the "how to have kids" dilemma, Zidane and Kuja actually had wives. But then i went all sci-fi on them. Anywho, a little slice of life story that seem to be never-ending.

Alexander Gabriels: This young lad lives in 10'000 AD, in a society with no culture. Or, at least no fun kind. All movies are educational, there is music, but there are no words. Not no singing, but the singing is gibberish without meaning. But they have games, like World of Warcraft and the likes. Alex is an avid player, he even have a neural input, allowing him to immerse himself completely in the games. Coming from a broken home, he moved to his aunt and uncle when he was 10, his cousin is as close to him as any brother. His cousin Nathan recruits him into his band, (not dissimilar to boy bands of today), Alex spirals almost out of control, but is more or less rescued by his then-on boyfriend Kevin. Alex's net skills lead him to THE LIBRARY, containing all movies, music and books from our time.

Uron Raccall: My very own Jedi Master. Kidnapping the Star Wars Universe entirely, Uron Raccall wasn't just my Revan in the game Knights of the Old Republic, buuuut he also united the Old Republic before is was a republic, single-handed started the Jedi Order and stopped Anakin from going all rogue. Yes, this Jedi Master is old as the stars. He's a bit of a mystery, even to me. When he's not keeping a shroud of mystery around himself he says he is the Force itself, and most people who has met him is rather unsure as to where his allegiance lie.

Kana + Sora + Aito: One of my three threesomes. These guys hail from a post-apocalyptic Japan, ruled by the Eastboard Alliance and their alien allies. Kana, the oldest of them, saw the fall of the world 400 years ago, when the aliens attacked. He is a vampire, and he is the Dragon of the Void, a leader of the resistance. The other four dragons don't know he is a vampire. Kana had been a vampire for 200 years when he fell in love with Sora, who was fatally ill. Turning him was, in Kana's opinion, the best thing Kana ever did. It was Sora who made them a threesome. 200 years after his becoming a vampire, he fell in love with Aito and Kana didn't disapprove. Now they're fighting together.

Kato + Sora: My favourite gender-bender. I totally nicked this idea from the Yaoi manga Sex Pistols. (Some releases of this in the west is called Love Pistols, as to not confuse it with the band of the same name.) Kato and Sora are descendants of dragons in a shadow society. The call normal humans Monkeys, three guesses why, while they, and all others who are not evolved from the human/ape ancestor, madararui. I still don't really got the hang of what that means, but the important thing is they are not really human. The Madararui have means to make the males pregnant just as the females, and most of their marriages are arranged as there are rather few of them. Getting to fall in love and be with the one you love is rare. But Kato and Sora are lucky. They found each other and were allowed to marry. And now.... Kato is pregnant. Sora's childhood friend Ichiro and his husband Toya are also pregnant after having lost their first child.

I don't know how much that said about anything, other than, yes, i like yaoi. I'll write more about my 100+ stories, in due time. Tomorrow is Monday.......

Wednesday is library day....

Books, books, books, books, books, books, books....... yes, I love books. My mother worked at a library, so, I blame her. In a loving, cutesy way of course. I have read a loot of books in my day, mostly ones targeted at kids and young adults. What can i say, I'm young. I have a kind of odd relationship to books though, as most of my dearest book memories are those i didn't read myself, but listened to. Audio books I've always listened to, and that made my book choices a bit odd when i was a kid. My mother used to play her books on the living room stereo, so here are my favorite Audio books when i was 5-12, in the order i heard them:  The Swedish crime series about Martin Beck, Mio in the Land of Far away by Astrid Lindgren, Lord of the Flies, some books about Inspector Morse, Edgar Allan Poe's most famous, Winnie the Pooh, The Chronicles of Narnia, the sweet little kid books about Eddie (by one of the more known Swedish authors), Mina drömmars stad (famous book about Stockholm and its history), Utvandrarna + Invandrarna, Shakespeare "12th night" and..... of course all the other books by Astrid Lindgren. Hey, I was a kid! All kids in Sweden read Astrid Lindgren! Eclectic? For sure. I still love reading Audio Books. (And YES! People do READ audio books. Only people who can read with their eyes listens to audio books. My father was blind, so in my family we READ audio books.) I cant really explain the appeal of reading an audio book, i think it has to do with who is reading. Both the actual person you listen to and who you are as a listener/reader. For example there is an old time reader of audio books here, which you seem to either love or hate. No middle ground at all for that poor soul. Well, I sure love him, and that I say, loud and proud. Without naming names..... One Sweden can't seem to hate to listen too, however, is Astrid Lindgren. She read just about all her children's books as audio books. That's good. Too bad she died, dead people don't write books, but the old woman was like 90 for heavens sake. I think she was even older still. So may she rest in peace.

There is this debate in Sweden, not unlike the debate about kids and video games, and that's the debate about kids and books. Now, I know I was kind of extreme when I was a kid and read a lot of stuff kids don't and shouldn't read. When reading actual, written books (a.k.a not audio books) I was just as wierd as with the audio books. I read Lord of the Rings when i was 7, and Utvandrareposet (big 4-parter about Karl-Oscar and Kristina moving from Sweden to the US in the 1800s, that in the 1990s even became a musical) when i was 9. So, yeah, I shouldn't talk, right? If I can read heavy-hitters, why cant other children? THAT'S JUST IT! why can't other children? Ok, maybe not let them read what I read, but they BARELY get to read Astrid Lindgren anymore! Ok, she has a free pass, but still. There was a debate a year or so back on TV, where one of the authors of children's books that were published before the Millennium said that if she had come with her scripts today, she would have NEVER gotten published. A publisher that was there for the debate agreed and said that IF she had come with her scripts today, ASTRID LINDGREN would never have gotten published. Why? Because of thing like Pippi Longstocking not having any parents, or the fact that there are drunk people at the auction where Emil i Lönneberga went, or the Brothers Lionheart DYING! We cant have that in children's literature! Maaaybe if they were animals they could be allowed to die.... but not people! I mean, it's reality. Children must be protected at all cost! Or not.... I think there are lessons to learn in all literature, as long as you dare touch the subject. And as with the video games: TALK TALK TALK! with the kids. When will people learn?

So, what were my favorite books when i was a kid? I have NO idea, i read to much, and I tend to read good books over and over and over, so I don't really know when i read some books. But now, and "genre"-wise? I will tap into my bookshelves at my favorite book site. And they go like this:

Adventure: Wow... this is hard..... maybe because most of the books goes in more category than one. But going with a classic "adventure" story, I'd have to say Treasure Island. My first encounter with pirates. I love the book, I love the movie from 1990, and for some reason, I fell in love with Captain Smollett. Whose first name is Alexander, by the way, not Abraham like in the puppet movie. This has spawned a few good fanfic ideas, first one i can find writen by my own hand is in a school notebook saying 4th grade on it. I was 10! Dear me, I have been at the fanfic thing for a while. There was also a fanfic scrap about batman in that notebook, buuuut..... no, not going there.Treasure Island also spawned my first yaoi fanfic. I promise to tell the story about that one on Saturday.

Classics: Well, I read a lot of classics, I guess, and Treasure Island might as well have ended up here. But I'll go for Shakespeare's 12th night, simply because it is one of the oldest. I was leaning towards The Three Musketeers, but it's too close to Treasure Island. Why is it The Three Musketeers always seem pirate-y to people? Anywho, the 12th night was my first Shakespeare play, I actually saw it on Swedish public service before reading it, and I fell in love... humor, gender-confusion, hot guys in tights, some of the Swedish acting elite of the day (this was, maybe, mid 90s)...... what's not to like. This never spawned any real fanfic efforts, but I did steal the name of the main character for one of my heavier yaois. (Heavy in more than one way.)

Comics: Yes, I think comics is reading. Just as Manga is reading. A lot of kids learn to read by reading comics. So don't put shame on them. Uncle Scrooge! Actually, The Life and Times of Scrooge McDuck, by Don Rosa. I've always loved Uncle Scrooge, he is so greedy and sinister and... well, greedy. He could almost be a bad guy. Which makes him an exceptional good guy. It's a problem a lot of books and movies, especially movies, have. The good guys are less interesting than the bad guys. You care more for them. But not this time! Uncle Scrooge is the greatest duck on earth. The Ducks of Duckburg never spawned any fan fiction. And no yaoi. That would just be weird.


Crime/Mystery/Murder: But mostly Crime and Murder. This is one of those genres I have a problem with knowing how to categorize. Mystery doesn't really fit in here, but then, almost all crime and murder novels are mysteries. My favorite? The series about Martin Beck by Sjööwall&Wahlöö. Especially the last one, Terroristerna. Maybe this is all nostalgia on my part, growing up with them in the speakers at home, but to me, this is as close to perfection you come in a murder mystery cop series. So there! In my younger days, this did spawn some fan fiction but not much, and I don't think any of it survived.



Fantasy: This one is easy: Lord of the Rings. Oh, Frodo... you have been my constant companion since i was 7. I swear, honest to a god i don't even believe in, I NEVER put this one down. I come to the end of the appendices and I swear, I just flip right back to the first page. First page of The Hobbit, that is, cause I think you should read that first. I do on occasion read the Silmarillion, Book of Lost Tales, Unfinished tales, Children of Hurin and Tales from a perilous Realm as well. About once a year. This has spawned A LOT of fanfic from me, and even yaoi. And NO, not about Sam and Frodo. Not even about the rest of the fellowship. No, one of my favourite yaoi stories is about a character that is in like 2 pages of the Fellowship, and has like 3 lines. Oh, and Elronds little brother. Not Elros, though. One that I made up. That's fan fiction for you, making up characters that don't exist in the original. My first Fan fiction, thought was not yaoi, but feminist. I cast myself, at age 9, as the leading lady, that actually went with the fellowship on their journey. Back then, I thought there were not enough women in this book series. Now.... I think there are to many. (Yaoi fangirl mode activated.)

Girls books: Why are there girls books and no boys books? Or is it that all books are for boy because girls shouldn't read, so when a book for girls pop up you have to point it out? Or is it the other way around, boys shouldn't read girls books? Anywho, I guess this is the category for books like Nancy Drew and the Sweet Valley twins. So I choose Anne of Green Gables. I and Anne have a lot in common. We're both girls, we're both redheads, (at least i was a redhead when i was younger), we're both dreamers. She talks more than i do of course. I'm kind of a quiet girl. And i never got in trouble the way she did. Anne in some ways was like my brave, stand-up alter ego when I was a kid. I dreamed and wished I could be like her.


History: Not classics, but set in times past. I think my own arbitrary rule for a book to qualify as history in my head is that it has to take place before the 1950s. And I'm going for Havets djup, a book series about two Jewish sisters from Vienna who come to Sweden during the second world war. The real focus is the older girl, who sees her younger sister loose the connection to Austria and their language, and becomes more and more Swedish, while she herself tries to stay true to her heritage. And will they ever see their parents again? Will they make it out of Austria? And should they move form the people who took them in in Sweden and go to relatives in America? It's a good read about the predicaments of leaving one thing behind and be confronted with another on a level older children can understand. It is a book for younger teens. And it resonates with me on a special level, because i have relatives who went through that hell and came out the other side.

Kids books: Haven't I already done that? Maybe not. Can one be from Sweden and say ones favorite kids book is not written by Astrid Lindgren? Well, i guess... So I'll just pick two, favorite Astrid Lindgren and favorite someone else.Let me just say this before i forget: I HATE PIPPI LONGSTOCKING! I cant stand her. She's so.... obnoxious. She said one good thing and one good thing only: If you're strong , you have to be kind. That's all. My favorite: I have a hard time choosing between the three most "fantastical" in the sense they are mostly fantasy. Mio, min Mio, The Brothers Lionheart and Ronja the robbers daughter. But i go with The Brothers Lionheart. It's just such a heartfelt story, full of adventure and love. The brotherly kind. It seems like you always have to point that out nowadays. What's wrong with people? And, god, there's a f*ing dragon! And, yes, please don't kill me now, but actually, this has spawned a yaoi story out of my messed up brain. This is another of my "shove-another-character-at-them-and-see-what- happens." I do that a lot. It's Jonatan who has a love interest. After growing a few inches. And years. I think the weirdest decision Astrid Lindgren ever made was making that kid a.... kid. I mean, who would entrust an entire war to a 13-year-old? I never believed it as a kid and i don't believe it now.

 



Well, it's become a really long ramble today, actually, it's already tomorrow. so I'll just have to make it a two-parter. or I will sit here for the rest of the night. So, the following categories I will write about tomorrow: Kids Books (the one that's not Astrid Lindgren's), Manga, Fairy Tales, Sci-Fi, Shounen-ai, Thrillers and yaoi. Damn, that means two blog posts tomorrow, or I will get confused.....

Confessions of a Female Otaku....

Yeah, yeah, yeah..... I confess....

1: I'm not a blogger. I hate blogging. Ok, HATE is such a strong word, but still. I'm just not good at it. Which is probably why this blog hasn't had any update in like a month. I mean, what do people blog about anyway? To me, it seems like the blog topics, at least for women, are clothes and feelings and clothes and family and clothes and children and clothes and food and clothes and the occasional movie review and clothes.... ok, fashion....Me, I hate clothes, uh, I mean, fashion, clothing stores, even on the internet, gives me panic attacks. I cant blog about children and family, cause I have none of those, all I really have is my ototo and  onee-chan (honorary family member), and a very small number of friends that are busy with lives of their own. And feelings, well.... I've never kept a diary, EVER! I hate writing about my own feelings, maybe because all I ever dealt with was my parents feelings about my mother getting breast cancer when I was eight. Don't take me wrong, I love my mother. She died waaaay to young. Food.... well, everyone needs food... so, maybe some food blogging... yaoi-related, of course. Is it just me, or are people in manga always eating? Or talking about food, or cooking? Movies.... ok, I'm not a movie critic.... usually, I like movies others hate, or at least dislike. For example, take a look at the movies that got a 10 from me at the big great database... (In no perticular order):  Fanny och Alexander, The Fellowship of the Ring, Schindler's List, Sen to Chihiro no kamikakushi, The Lion King, The Return of the King, The Green Mile, Beauty and the Beast, Rosemary's baby.  Inconsistent? Very. Good movies? Very. All deserving a ten? According to the sites rating, no.... closest we get is Schindler's List and  The Return of the King with an 8,9 tie, Closely followed by the Fellowship at 8.8. Honorary big fail mention: Queen of the Damned which I gave a 3.... and the audience:  4,9. My rating movies seems to be in the 6-10 span rather than 1-10.... I gave Bambi 2 an 8 for heavens sake... something is wrong with me.... Also, I have a hard time focusing on the movie itself, as I am one to Loooove source material and side material. and for that reason, i actually happen to kinda like the Star Wars Episode 1 movie. So, shoot me! I see where they're coming from and what they're going for, because i read all the books around the move. I even read the book The Phantom Menace. Sure, it was written with screen play in hand, but in my humble opinion, Terry Brooks did a good job with it.Ok, ok, ranting movies.... moving on....

2: This is supposed to be a fan fiction yaoi blog, but you know what? Well see what happens with that. Fact is, I write by HAND in a NOTEBOOK..... ok, like 20 notebooks, but whatever. I simply think better when lying in bed at two in the morning, wonder what time it is and why I'm not sleeping yet. Same way i take my books, thank you very much. So having too write things twice.... meh! Maybe, well see... But I'm always thinking about doing it. Yeah, I hear you! "Why not just write on the computer, you obviously have one." Well, the reason for that is that IT'S NOT A LAPTOP! I cant have my stationary computer in bed with me, too cumbersome. I am thinking about buying a laptop for the soul purpose of writing on it, but that seems like an unnecessary cost, especially when one's not as rich as one wishes.

3: I'm a nerd... Ok, that we already knew.... let's see.... Oh, yes! I AM NOT A BLOGGER! And on top of that, I have no sense of aesthetics. This will never be a pretty blog, unless someone takes pity on me and helps me out. And that's not likely to happen. EVER! *Cries a little.* Anywho, I guess it is what it is. I don't really care anymore. I've surrendered to the fact that i can barely draw a stick figure, but that's it. That's where my skills in the fine arts end. I can write and I can sing *she confessed reluctantly*, but that's it.I FAILED art class when I was in school (Swedish equivalent to junior high). I mean... who FAILS art? Honestly? Ok, there was this whole other thing going on in my life making me not care, but WTF, if you excuse the language. So, now you know why this blog looks like it does.... and yea, I also have no camera, not even on my cell phone, cause that phone is from the last millennium. I'm not kidding. It's from 1999.... or 2003, but still!

Now I'm done ranting. I'm going to kick of my two big new projects that are probably going to last for a year or so, IF I really do it. I'm going to do my very own "Let's play..." series with the crap video games others has already done... but through the eyes of a girly yaoi otaku of course. First out: Dragon Age! All of them....  Secondly, and this I have been on a while, making VERY slow process: I'm going to read EVERY SINGLE book I own. Even the once I inherited from my grand-mom. Even the once I inherited from my grand-mom that are in Hungarian! Nah, skip those, it's mostly tourist book over museums that don't exist anymore anyway. The 1960's come and gone loooong ago.... I wasn't even born then. First out among those? I have NO IDEA, we'll see once I've blogged about the once I've already read.


And in the immortal words of Pippi Longstocking: Please leave now. If you don't go home today, you can't come back tomorrow.