Really, when the movie came out in theaters there were new stories daily (good stories). Smutt, crack, long stories, short stories. It was wonderful. Then it all began to die. Bit by bit less and less was puplished.

The movie comes out next week, and I think there will be a short burst of life.

I am changing this. Well, me and xkidrogue .

I have 2 half completed ones.

More will come.

I booked my flight! *Dances*

Leaving at 2:10pm and arriving at 4:00pm

We're ordering tickets for Watchmen tomorrow, well I am.

*squeee* I am so excited, going to get passport tomorrow.

Sooooo much to do. Pack, finish her tail and ears. Bleach my hair, and maybe dye it to orange before I go. I need to find hobo clothing and shampoo and such. And a suitcase!

Eeee. Will be running around like a chicken with it's head cut off for the next few days.

an extreme sport.

WARNING! This journal is an extreme fangirl rant.

First, I got my hair cut. Not just any cut, but a Walter cut. Yes, I brought in pictures to my hairdresser and told her to cut it like his. The only I reason I did this (besides the extreme awesomeness of it) was so I could cosplay Walter while seeing the directors cut in New York. I have to bleach it before I go and find some organe dye (kool aid will be fine too).

Oh yes, I said it. New York. I'm flying there on the 14th and leaving on the 20th. I get to meet up with one of my friends I've never met before and spend 6 days just chilling, fangirling and seeing movies. Oh god, I need to explore as much of New York as I can (and make Watchmen speculations about everything.). If I see purple shoes, I'm buying them.

I am so excited about seeing the directors cut of Watchmen. I have to bring all my action figures and books with me.

*nervous head scratch* I sound like I'm 14....I'm 20 D:

This trip is breaking the bank. I asked to borrow some money from my Grandma. I was thinking, 150 and I'll be set (since I get paid on the 17th). She asked me how much, I didn't really answer. She's giving me 400US (Thats like, well oevr 550CAN). I think she still feels bad about not co signing for my moped (which, after calcuting cost and loan I would not have been able to afford it anyway. The Universe wants me to stay a young, fangirl and not an adult for a little while longer).

Life is good once again.

Boo. I don't get a day off until Thursday.

Ok.

Watchmen directors cut  for theater's in confirmed. I have spent the last 2 hours trying to find the theater it will be playing in New York. Finally found it. No exact date is announced, 17-19 is all the info we have.

I need a passport, I can get one in less then 3 weeks for an extra fee and a ticket saying I'm going (I need to get ticket next week). My ticket is going to cost $112 US. Not to bad. My passport will cost $87+$30 CAN.

I will most likely have a place to stay.

So, from July 14- July 20 I will be on a bus/in New York.

I will get to see Harry Potter opening night in the Imax (they fucked up, Imax release is a week later). Watchmen directors cut and go to Warp Tour (friend says I have to go). Over all, this will be a weekend of general fangirlism.

This totally makes up for me not being able to go to FanExpo.

I have to cancel the dressing up for Harry Potter with my friends, but there is always next year.

Eeeee, I am so freakin' excited!

Ugh, I am working sooo much. But I suppose it's good, since I now have 800$ worth of bills each month. Rent, food, Master Card, phone and I have to find 1,000-2,000 to have my wisdom teeth removed. -.- I have no coverage since I'm not in school.

So, on to the happy points of me being busy. I have an uber amount of sewing. ^^

-2 plushies
-3 HP cloaks (July 15! Whooo!)
-1 Rorschach cosplay (very little sewing here)
-1 Lulu cosplay to revamp
-1 partial fursuit to make (head, feet/legs, hand/arms)
-1 Alexiel from Angel Sancturary (wings and a corset? WTF)

I'm sure I will pick up some other projects along the way.


Eeeee, the chances of me going to Fan Expo are much higher now. A friend wants to go and we could stay at his grandmothers (free), which means most of the money I have to save would be for things I want to buy (mmm, Rorschach action figure). I would love to have my Rorschach cosplay done, but it won't be so I will just wear Lulu for the Saturday and me tail and ears for Friday and Sunday.. Haha, I will get to see yellowdumpling (she owes me a pop >.>)

Ok, so there are only 11 days until Anime North. After much delay I am finally getting my ass to work on my cosplay(s). Lulu from FFX and Matt from Death Note (may not finish that one). After only an hour I was out for blood. I had to de-stitch things 5 times. I blame my lack of insrtuctions (lost them 6+months ago) and my lack of real sewing skills (2 months of sewing a pillow and fail pants).

I'm actually going to be done the dress tonight. Which only leaves; the corset, attaching pleather belts, attaching the fur, painting on the designs, making the moogle and making the necklaces. The hair sticks should arrive soon and I'm picking the wig up at the con.

As for my cousin, I will kill him. He is being lazy and has nothing done for his cosplay (he has less 'skills' then I do). What does he do all day? Sleep, spend money and be in debt to me. Seriously, he works less then me and is done school for the semester.

I will have pics up once I'm done.

So excited for Anime North though. ^^

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ok, so I get really sick every 3-4months. Extreme pain in my stomach, fever, hallucinations. This has been happening for like 6years. I've had 3 doctors tell me 3 different things.

1) It's nothing to worry about

2) Try tums next time

3) Go to the emergency room next time.

So I went to Emergency last night.

11:30pm- Arrive
12:00- Dealt with intake, got wrist band, now waiting
2:00- Get blood taken. She had to stab my vein 3 times! Did I mention I hate needles?!
2:15-5:00- Sleep for 30mins, pace around, fill urine cup, vomit 3 times
5:00- Finally get called in. I now have a bed to sleep in
6:00- Dad leaves to return car. I sleep.
7:30- Wake up. Beeping noise sounds like a dove. Still haven't seen a doctor.
8:00-8:30- See a doctor. Urine and blood results came back. They are fine.

So basically I have to see a specialist. It MAY be a piece of tissue that my body attacks, and thus I get appendicitis like symptoms. It MAY be something in my colon. -.- I have to get an ultrasound and scope put up my butt. (DO NOT WANT)

If it is the tissue then I will most likely have to get surgery.


I've just been sleeping all day.


On a good note being there for hours I came up with 2 ideas for one-shots. ^^

Title: Smile

Rating: PG. For blood

Pairing: Implied Dan/Walter

Disclaimer: I don't own Watchmen and I am not making any money from this.

Summary: "You should smile more, or at least once."

Author's Notes: This killed to me write. I had to watch the ending five times, and it just gets more depressing each time. It's really just a fluffy one-shot. Enjoy.


    “Here.” Walter outstretched his hand to Daniel nervously, timid with sweaty palms like when a boy holds a girls hand for the first time.
   
    “What is it?”
   
    Neither of them had spoken since leaving New York. It might have been for the best. Rorschach understood that. The silence kept to two men apart, emotionally divided and unable to break that barrier and re-form an old bond that had weakened over the years but not faded away. There was no sense is it. Rorschach knew that only one of them would be returning.
   
    “A gift.” 
   
    Daniel took the small, crudely wrapped package. Pages from old Frontiersman’s covered it and string caked in mud held its contents inside.
   
    “Don’t open.” He withdrew his hand, shying away from contact with the other man. “Not yet.”






    Dan smiled at Walter. Glad to be alive, glad Archie was lying in the snow and not at the bottom of the icy ocean, glad to feel life again. Walter on the other hand remained indifferent as if nothing had happened.
   
    “You should smile more often, or at least once.” He tried to be funny, tried to make light of the situation, but Walter just continued to stare back at him.
   
    “Don’t smile. Nothing to smile about.” Inch by inch he covered his body in Rorschach’s clothing. Leather trench, gloves, scarf, ‘face’ and hat. Each piece brought back Rorschach and took Walter away from Dan once more.
   
    “We’re alive. That’s enough, isn’t it?”
   
    “For now.”
   
    Rorschach’s words lingered in Nite Owl’s head. There was always something cryptic, something more in what he said. Most people never noticed and were never meant to. Nite Owl did and he hated it, but understood why so rather than push it further he said nothing and walked in silence through the snow.






    “That’s always been the difference between us.”  He said, voice wavering at the end.
   
    Cold air blew through, stinging Nite Owl’s face, biting at skin, leaving kisses of minor frostbite. He stood, unable to move. He wanted to call Rorschach back. He tried, but found no words came out. Even if he had been able to Rorschach would not have come back.
   
    “Outta’ my way. People have to be told.”
   
    “You know I can’t let you do that.”
   
    Nite Owl ran into the snow in time to hear Rorschach’s last words and to see Walter one last time as he pulled off his ‘face’.
   
    “Of course. Must protect Viedt’s new utopia.” Time stopped, snow flakes froze in place. “What’s one more body against foundations?”
   
    Walter ceased to feel pain and emotion long ago. Now, in this frozen waste land it all came forth. A life time of numbness flowed freely from blue eyes, each drop freezing on the ground. For only a brief moment Dr. Manhattan wished he could change the past. Change the road that lead Walter here, led all of them here. He felt regret for only a brief moment.

    “What are you waiting for? Do it.” His finale plea for release from this world, something he had been silently screaming for all his life.

    Blink.

    “DO IT!”

    Blink.

    Dr. Manhattan raised his hand.

    Blink.

    Rorschach was gone. Nite Owl fell to his knees and screamed— he would remember neither later. His goggles and cowl were tossed to the side. Blood stained white snow and an owner less fedora fell to the ground. Rorschach was gone. Walter was gone.






    Three months passed by, Daniel’s memory of Walter remained. His hat was kept, locked away and only looked at when he felt the world crushing down upon him. Laurie moved in with him and they were happy. Living normal lives in what was left of New York with the rest of the survivors. No costumes were put on again and Archie remained dormant in the Owl’s Nest.
 
     It was three months since Walter had died. Daniel had gone out early and Laurie did not expect him to return until much later. It was when she had nothing left to do, besides wait for him, that the urge to venture into the Owl’s Nest surfaced.
  
     Everything was covered in a thin layer of dust. Everything looked the same as they had left it, except for Archie. His cover was off and ramp was down. Though she thought this weird she walked towards it, almost in a trance.  Nothing was touched, and everything was off. Her feet kicked something. Looking down she found a small, crudely wrapped package. Pages from old Frontiersman’s covered it and string caked in mud held its contents inside. Daniel’s name was written on it.
   
    When Daniel returned home the package was waiting on the table. ‘Walter’ He whispered, running his fingers along it.  He pulled a chair to the table, debating if he should open it. Inch by inch the string was undone. Taking a deep breath he slid the paper off.
   
    It was a simple photo frame, cracked in the corner. It held a picture of Rorschach, no Walter. Sitting on his make shift cot, dressed in pin strip pants and wife beater. Though it was black and white he remembered blue eyes, pale freckled skin and fiery red hair so vividly it was like Walter was sitting across the table, smiling.

    “You should smile more often…or at least once.” The words echoed through his head.

    There was a small card attached.

    Daniel looked up, tears filling his eyes. He looked up to see Walter smiling at him.

Title: The things we hide

Rating: R in later chapters.

Pairing: Dan/Walter

Warnings: Some blood in first chapter. Worksafe for now.

Disclaimer: I don't own Watchmen and I am not making any money from this.

Summary: On their last night before the Keen act Dan makes a terrible mistake. Eight years go by, will Rorschach be able to forgive him when they must work together again?

Author's Notes:  Ok, first I hate LJ cuts. Second I have not posted anything on the internet in a very long time, and never posted anything on LJ. I tend to be a bit lazy so if I don't update feel free to send me threatening messages. I LOVE reviews and criticism. The quote is from my wonderful step-sister, who I have unfortunalety grown apart from over the years.


“I’m sorry Rorschach.” It was the only thing that came to mind, the only thing that might patch up what he had done. But, this was Rorschach. Three words would not fix what happened, it would not rebuild the trust he had spent 12 years building.
   
    It had been a stupid mistake. The thought of that night being their last night out had been weighing down on the both of them. The Keene act would be enacted soon. He would retire; Rorschach would not,  preferring to die than submit. After landing Archie they both stood in silence:  Daniel too afraid to speak and Rorschach too stubborn.
   
    “Rorschach…I eh…” He stumbled on words, trying to form some sort of sentence.
   
    It was all a blur. Pushing Rorschach against Archie, pulling the mask half way up and kissing him. It was all a blur until he was knocked onto the floor.
   
    Blood flowed freely from Daniel’s nose. Trickling down until he could taste it on his tongue and it dripped off his chin.
   
    “Rorschach…” He tried to reach out to him but his fingers just touched the hem of his trench coat before he turned and fled down the dim tunnel. Daniel was left alone with the feeling of a broken friendship.
   
    “You really fucked this one up.” Still weary from the night he striped off his suit and hung it up one last time and made his way up the stairs.
   
    Luckily the bleeding had stopped and dried by the time he stumbled into the bathroom. Compared to other wounds the one Rorschach gave was small, but hurt a hell of a lot more.
   
    His mind raced and his body screamed from exhaustion, but it was the last time he would have to deal with this pain. Part of him was happy, but the other part already felt robbed of purpose.


   
    Seven words just started back at him. Mocking, laughing, teasing and threatening to jump off the page and attack him. The worn leather journal collided with the wall, making enough noise to wake a child downstairs— one of the landlady’s bastard children. It didn’t matter.
   
    Rorschach ventured out for a second time shortly after and stayed out until the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the thick smog. Stayed out until the nocturnal scum returned to their basements and crack houses and the day time criminals came out.     In his mind they were worse. They lived their lives, thinking they were better then the rest. Coming home to their families, with $50,000 dollar cars in the driveway and cheating wives in their homes.
 

   
    The light in the Owl’s Nest was still on and the sound of someone moving tools echoed down through the tunnel.
   
    “Hello Rorschach.” The voice was familiar, but the face was not. A man younger then himself smiled forcefully and stepped down from Archie. Already tension filled the air but he had not come here to bring up past actions, not tonight.
   
    “You’ve retired.” It was not a question because he already knew the answer. He knew it two weeks ago.
   
    Veidt had gone public two years ago; Silk Spectre II went happily into retirement, content with living in a bunker. The Comedian and Dr. Manhattan were both exempt. It left Nite Owl and himself.
   
    “What am I supposed to do?”
   
    “Fight it.” His voice was rough and monotone, like usual, but that night he seemed tenser, more wound up.
   
    “Then what? Grow old with too many scars and broken bones. I don’t like it either, but there’s no future in it.”   
   
    “Not in it for the future. Die fighting.”
   
    “It’s over Rorschach. It’s time we all move on with our lives. You should too.”
   
    “Never. Never give in. Never compromise.”
   
    “If it makes any difference I’m not going public.”
   
    “It doesn’t.”
   
    “Daniel Dreiberg. I can trust you with that.”
   
    Rorschach nodded and turned to leave one last time not looking back on any of it. Not looking back on his ex-partner, the only man he ever trusted.
   
    “I’m sorry, Rorschach.” It was useless. The last words he said fell on the deaf ears of the only man he ever cared about.