Как и следовало ожидать, У МЕНЯ УЖЕ МНОГО МЫСЛЕЙ.
Ну и конечно надо же повыдирать кучу цитат, потому что они прекрасны.
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There was a moment of awkward silence, one to which Herbert was accustomed and heavily inured. He allowed it to pass like a noisy ambulance before continuing with the conversation.
Беа завораживает. И так же чем-то напоминает Роуз.
У неё нет семьи, она заинтригована магией, но не торопиться безоговорочно верить всему, что касается её. Но ни смотря на все - она хочет остаться в школе магии, какой бы она не была.
He hadn’t asked, but sensed the encounter had something to do with his fate. This sense tingled whenever others made plans for him behind his back.
Мне нравится Донна. Она тоже выглядит очаровательной и совершенно настоящей.
Я ожидала, что персонажи (особенно те, которые больше никогда не появятся) будут шаблонными, едкими пародиями.
He was flanked on all sides by 10 foot-tall skeletons, whose wet, black bones shined in the rain like polished onyx. Inside their ribcages were vibrant neon-green organs, which pulsated in mock-functionality. The bony assailants screamed through invisible vocal chords, sounding like a noisy vacuum cleaner might if it were part-cat.
“I’d like to ask you something which on any other occasion might seem strange. Well, maybe it’s still strange. In fact, I don’t think there will ever be a time I won’t feel ridiculous for asking it,” Herbert stammered, while Beatrix half-expected his query to be regarding what she is doing this Friday, and if she likes pizza. “Do you know any magic?”
“Of course not,” she puffed, hopping over a rock. “I actually had strong doubts about whether it existed at all.”
“That’s a shame. Some kind of invisibility spell, or skeleton-murdering spell might come in handy right now. Even though it’s all a bunch of silly crap.”
“Silly?”
“I hate magic.”
ЛЮБОВЬ, ЛЮБОВЬ, ЛЮБОВЬ.
“I know a lot of a people think it’s cool,” Herbert elaborated while vaulting off a mud ramp. “I mean, no offense if you’re into it or anything. It’s just so dumb.”
“Dumb or not, it appears to be a legitimate aspect of the universe. You might as well curse other laws of nature and call them stupid. They are what they are.”
Мудрые слова не менее мудрой девочки.
Herbert looked to Beatrix, who appeared frightened and vulnerable. He became aware of a foreign feeling, something male in him. A feeling that he ought to be charged with her protection, and if situation presented itself, dazzle her with deeds of mind-blowing bravery. He wasn’t sure why this was incumbent on him, though it might have had to do with the blunt reality that when viewed from certain angles (i.e. from behind the eyes of a teen boy), she was actually pretty cute.
РАССЕТ. Что с тобой не так?
Впрочем, пренебрежем, пляшем.
И почему ты говоришь как Джейк?
О Господи. Я вижу эти паралели. О, нет.
Два тупых, но красивых парня, совершенно не приспособленных к решению проблем личного характера.
Сон. Отличная пародия. Меньше ангста, больше лулзов. И ГОЛЫХ ВОЛШЕБНИКОВ.
Beatrix sulked. A familiar feeling was setting in. It was a feeling of futility and oppression. She sighed, almost forming a smile. For the first time since she arrived at this summer camp, she began to feel somewhat at home.
Ужасные стереотипы о сиротах.
Фак. Йеа.
Это как будто грёбанное Рождество и День Рожденья в один день.
Standing there was a tall young man. Handsome, yes, but not the one she expected. He was a little older, with dark, short hair and a preppy-looking outfit. There was similarity in demeanor, though. It was an effortless broadcasting of confidence with every action, and it didn’t seem to matter if it was justified or not. He was too handsome for it to matter. The boy held a silver sword at his side.
“That was a really… cool trick, young man. Radical, even. As you can see, I speak in your youthful vernacular. I trust this gains me enough credibility with you to put away your sharp thing and let us pass?”
“It doesn’t look like she has much say in where you’re going. That’s not very cool. Dude.”
Клёвые пацаны атакуют.
Я не могу, это просто слишком смешно.
И Грант и Рассет бишонены. А Грант теперь без одной ноги и его хочется обнять и погладить.
СКАЖИТЕ, КАК ЭТО НЕ ШИППИТЬ.
Видимо все-таки придется запилить ещё фиков к Волшебнистому Герберту...
He ripped the sleeve off his finely cut, snow-white shirt, and tied it around his wound. She detected a brief moment of silence as he mourned the fashion downgrade.
Я люблю этого парня.
Я уже совершенно люблю этого парня.
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Хотя и эффекты могут быть весьма забавны для окружающих.
A limp, bramble-scratched Russet collided with Herbert, who took the brunt of Russet’s weight as awkwardly as possible. Herbert heard a ‘snap’. And then he heard pain. But in this case, “felt” would be more appropriate than “heard”.
“Augh… I think you broke my arm.” Herbert looked up, as if cursing whichever God was responsible. Perhaps Loki, the Lord of Mischief was the one who warranted his scorn. Not so much for the broken arm, but that Herbert’s one deed of breathtaking heroism would be wasted on this miserable loser.
YEEEEEAAAAAAAH.
Куда мне деваться с таким количеством шипов.
Стоит обратить внимание на полное безразличие персонажей к ранам. Почти откусили ногу? Перевяжем и бодро потопаем дальше.
Сломали руку? Поругаемся, перевяжем и полезем по полу-сломанному мосту.
Я уверена в этом какой-то глубокий смысл или это пародия хрен знает чего, но пока я не могу сказать чего точно.
Беа уже не верит Гранту. Умница.
ваофджвоажфылофа
Fangirl-mode activated.
Я ХОЧУ ОТ ТЕБЯ ДЕТЕЙ, БЕА. И ОТ ТЕБЯ, ГЕРБЕРТ. И ОТ ТЕБЯ, ГРАНТ. ВПРОЧЕМ, НЕТ, РУКИ ПРОЧЬ.
ХАССИ, ВОЗЬМИ МЕНЯ НА МЕСТЕ.
И можно я отмечу, как мне нравится, что Хасси не пишет фансервис самому себе. Грудастых баб, любовные романсы, героические моменты.
Нет. Если 16-летняя девочка пишет фанфик у Хасси в комиксе, то эта девочка пишет про то, что нравилось бы девочке. Слеш. Юмор. СЛЕШ И АНГСТ. И ЮМОР.
И Хасси не пытается это как-то прятать или менять предпочтения Рокси, чисто потому что ему как гетеросексуальному мужчине это было бы может не совсем комфортно писать. Хотя после Humanimals я уверена, что он более чем привык писать и рисовать такие вещи.
И что классно, хотя Хасси с удовольствием использовал бара как шок-контент в Humanimals он более чем способен серьезно писать гомосексуальные отношения между двумя парнями, без соплей или особых стереотипов или ещё какой-то дряни.
Кажется это совсем не в тему... пренебрежем, пляшем.
UPD: Это все же было в тему. Яжезнала.
БЕАТРИКС, БЕАТРИКС, БЕАТРИКС.
Умные девочки, которые сваливают в самый подходящий момент ОТ ГЛУПЫХ ЗЛОДЕЕВ, КОТОРЫМ ДОЛЖНО БЫЛО БЫ БЫТЬ СТЫДНО ЗА СВОЮ БАНАЛЬНОСТЬ.
Упс.
Возможно Слинус и Грант это не один и тот же человек. Но Грант тоже в чем-то нехорошем замешан. НЕ СТОИТ СПУСКАТЬ С НЕГО ГЛАЗ.
Клёнкопытце с телом краба. В этом должен быть глубокий смысл, но я его не вижу.
The illusion… it was so effortless. She barely even thought about it, and in an instant, a complex spell that might taken a junior sorcerer years to master became manifest. And it all arose from a single, potent will of hers—the will to deceive.
She bit her lip unconsciously, then became cross with herself for the flicker of guilt. Was it guilt? Surely she didn’t feel guilty for leaving behind Grant. Maybe it had more to do with what the spell said about herself. Was that really who she was at the root of her being? Someone so keen on deceiving others, the impulse was actually a form of raw, ethereal energy commanding the universe to change around it?
Любимый персонаж, вот он. Вот она, то есть.
ВОТ ОНА.
страницы 43-137 Or if there’s something dark inside you, something evil, then you won’t be able to do any good spells. Like healing magic and stuff like that.
Граааааааант.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” Russet breached the silence. “What do you think about Jesus?” She looked into space abstractedly. It was an odd question, one that more often than not was answered with something on the order of, ‘Ok, I’ll take your brochure, but I have something on the stove inside and must go now.’
“I think he was likely a great person. Compassionate, probably a tremendous philosopher of his time.”
КТО-ТО ПОНИМАЕТ. ЧТО НЕ ВАЖНО, ЧТО ВЫ ДУМАЕТЕ О БОГЕ, ХРИСТИАНСТВЕ И РЕЛИГИИ.
ИИСУС ХРИСТОС БЫЛ ПРОСТО ПИЗДАТЫМ ЧУВАКОМ.
КОГДА ВЕСЬ МИР ПРОПОВЕДОВАЛ "ГЛАЗ ЗА ГЛАЗ", ХРИСТОС СКАЗАЛ "НАХУЙ".
"ДОБРО И КОТЯТКИ ВСЕМ, ПАЦАНЫ."
"ВСЕМ ДОБРА И КОТЯТОК, КАК БЫ ВАС НЕНАВИДЕЛО ОБЩЕСТВО."
"КАКИМИ БЫ ГРЕШНИКАМИ ВЫ НЕ БЫЛИ."
"ВСЕМ ДОБРА И КОТЯТОК И ПРОЩЕНИЕ И РАЙ."
"И ЛУЧЕЙ ЛЮБВИ, КОНЕЧНО ТОЖЕ."
ОК, МОЖЕТ ПОСЛЕДНУЮ ЧАСТЬ СТОИЛО БЫ УДАЛИТЬ. ОНА МОГЛА БЫ ПОРАНИТЬ ЧУВСТВА ВЕРУЮЩИХ.
НЕ ЗНАЮ КАК ВАШИ, А МОИ ЧУВСТВА МОЙ МОНОЛОГ ПОЧТИ УЖЕ РАНИТ.
And on the subject of the obvious, Herbert could not escape noticing this guy bore a striking resemblance to himself. Or what he very well might look like in a few years. The young man had short, dirty blonde hair, and wore a rough stubble, which bloomed at the chin into a modest goatee. The eye patch covered the same eye. And there, slung in its holster around the guy’s waist, was the M9.
Иисус Христос все-таки спустился на эту грешную землю.
Хасси, если это будет очередным трюком, я убью тебя.
Окей, это был очередной трюк, но я не чувствую себя обманутой.
Любовный треугольник. Проклятье всех произведений для подростков.
Черная книжка. Что бы в ней ни было, где-то между страницами несомненно затесались старые волшебники.
Подростки, недоверие и глупые, опрометчивые решения.
Я рада, что в ХС Хасси избавился и от этого.
Russet was on his feet, approaching with a wide grin. The closer he got, the more apparent it was he was not looking at her, but a step or two to her left. The place where Grant stood.
“Hi, buddy. Good to see you, finally,” Grant said wearily, but with a sincere smile. Russet threw his arms around him for an impromptu brotherly hug. Grant returned the gesture, or maybe humored it, as he glanced at Beatrix with look of mild embarrassment.
brotherly hug
Что интересно, в свое время они особо не стремились друг друга увидеть. А сейчас вдруг такие эмоции...
Что-то здесь не так.
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Это чувство... теплое и нежное чувство, зародившееся в моей душе... я знаю его.
Shipper feels.
He looked up, in the direction of “W.H.”, as the sign indicated. He swallowed, putting his hand on the cold rung. Destiny suddenly felt like a ball and chain around his ankle, and it weighed heavy on the climb.
Хасси удивительно красиво пишет порой.
“Those missiles or whatever. Isn’t that what this is all about?”
“No. This has nothing to do with that. I was talking about my final form. Bouncing some ideas off you. Is that ok?”
“Yeah.”
“I still haven’t decided what I’ll call it,” Slinus said with earnest concern. He fingered the fog of ash from his glasses. Gilbert said nothing. He continued. “I’m torn between ‘Final Stage OmegaSlinus’ or ‘Marlevort Prime’. I think they’re both pretty good.”
“So you turn into something, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“You mean like in anime or something?”
“Yeah, pretty much like in anime."
Хасси подобен глотку свежего воздуха.
Никогда не меняйся, великий Хасс.
Beatrix held up the pill, viewing it closely. She brought her foot down hard on Russet’s shoe. Russet yelled briefly, but was soon muffled by Beatrix’s hand. She popped the pill in his gaping mouth like he was some tragic clown puppet’s moaning head in a carnival stand, and she was greedy for prizes. With the other hand, she flicked his throat with a glowing ring finger, causing him to swallow through a startlingly effective spell most useful to veterinarians.
She turned and stormed out of the rec. room, suddenly finding herself in agreement with Russet in wishing Herbert were there. He probably would have gotten a kick out of that.
Почти неоправданное насилие на благо твоих друзей в приступе ярости. О, как я это люблю.
He sat down, his legs swinging over the edge, and unfocused his eyes at his orange bottle towards the water below.
“Hey. What’s up?”
Russet turned around, surprised to hear Grant’s voice. He looked back at the water. “Do you think we’ll ever leave this place?”
Grant had never heard him ask that. In fact, any time Grant would bring it up, Russet tended to change the subject. “Why do you want to know now?”
“I don’t know. I just think it might be fun to be able to meet other people. Couldn’t we take a boat? Or fly?”
Параллели. Дети оторваны от реального мира. Их жизнь начинается прямо с этого дня. Воспоминания - самый неточный ориентир из всех.
“Is this really all there is? If there’s so much more to the world, why can’t I get to see it? To be able to visit the places I’ve seen on TV. To be able to buy some of the merchandise. It’s like…” He paused. “It’s like I’m missing out on a future I can’t have, and a past I can’t remember. All the while I’m stuck in a present in which I can only function on these damned horse tranquilizers. Why can’t I remember anything other than living here alone with you? About my parents, or where I grew up, or how we even got stuck here? Or…” Russet stopped. Most disturbing of all to him was, when he tried to think about it, he couldn’t remember anything prior to that day. And for some reason, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask.
Что ты помнишь, что ты знаешь? Этот мир был построен для тебя. Но и ты был переписан под него.
Если ты спрашиваешь себя кто ты, ты - Никто.
Simon was already sprinting toward the store as if they’d just announced a drastic sale on pie filling, and he was a famished boy made of dough.
Я обожаю выражения Хасси.
“Oh. I’m that tra’sparent, am I?” Russet laughed to himself. “I guess I have my lonely occasions as well.”
“Go on.”
“It’s my friend. He’s jus this… incredible guy.” His loose body language seemed to convey how remarkable Grant was more than his slurred speech was able to. “So smart and… though’ful and… I dunno. I don’t know how I really feel sometimes. I’m not sure how he feels. I think if he knew the things I thought about him sometimes, it would scare him. Hell, it scares me!”
“Naturally, boy. Naturally.”
“And now… And NOW.” Russet became animated in a way specific to the inebriated. “Isso complicated. With this girl. I like this girl…”
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“I guess why I’m really here…”
His remark broke the silence, causing Thundleshick to snort out of his drunken doze.
“I don’ know how to put this.”
Thundleshick’s eyes offered a grandfatherly twinkle. “Tell me, boy. Speak your mind.”
“I was hoping… you know, what with you an your limiless wistom, do you by any chance know of…”
“Yes?”
“Do you have… a ‘cure’?”
“A cure, boy?”
“… for… ‘it’?”
“It? What, boy? If you’ve a stubborn rash of some kind, a blight of the skin…”
“No. These feelings I have. They feel so wrong. I’m tortured by them and don’t know what to do.”
Next to her, Grant looked as if he’d seen a ghost, and during the encounter, the ghost had taken the opportunity to share with him compelling photographic evidence of the Loch Ness Monster.
Что я только что говорила о своей любви к выражениям Хасси?
“It’s freaky. I’ll give it that. I admit I felt kind of sick when I first saw it. But now I’m not sure what to think. I guess the bottom line is, I have no idea what it is we just watched. At this point, I don’t see why it should bother me.”
“Because,” she concentrated, and said with a greater sense of imperative than he could recall seeing from her, “if those people are us, unless we do something about it, we are going to die.”
Her face again met the blank TV screen.
Ок, это мы уже знали, но когда Беа это говорит, это слышится ещё грознее.
The distant noises of skirmish taunted Grant, flitting this way and that through the perplexing channels of Crossnest. It was like identifying the source of mocking laughter in a funhouse, designed to deliver your money’s worth in aggravation.
О Господи. КАК ХОРОШО Я ЗНАЮ ЭТО ЧУВСТВО.
Вы бы вообще знали, как меня в свое время бесили ярмарки. И как я по ним сейчас скучаю...
A roaring boulder of fire flew by Grant’s ear and howled down the corridor. Grant flinched to his side. When he relaxed one of his eyelids to look, all at once, the fire was gone. It became sucked into Simon’s body, as if snuffed out in a vacuum. Simon’s face was still, his mouth open a bit.
Grant looked at the boy’s shirt. A trickle of red dripped from a hole Leonardo’s sneering face. Stuck in the hole, Grant found, was his sword, piercing clean-through the other side of the shirt.
Grant drew a short breath and quickly removed it the blade. Simon dropped the gun and fell.
“Oh God.”
He heard something. Like a suppressed whine. He turned around and spotted Simon’s mortified sister. He stood with his stained sword, rigid, unable to say anything. She fled in the other direction.
He looked down again. Simon wasn’t breathing.
“… oh God…”
Нет, нет, нет, нет, НЕТ.
Grant stepped on to the precipice above the dock in time to witness the mayhem subside. Herbert stepped in behind him, fastening the M9 into its holster.
“Looks like we’re too late. What happened? Is Beatrix gone?”
Grant didn’t reply.
“Hey,” Herbert lowered his voice. “Sorry to have to tell you this. We took a casualty back there.”
Grant turned. Herbert didn’t notice in the lighting how white he was. Or that he was shaking slightly.
“They got the kid. The boy. What was his name?” Herbert touched his forehead trying to recall. “Anyway, he’s gone. Poor kid.”
Grant nodded.
“You ok?”
О, нет, никто не хочет быть убийцей.
О, нет, это совсем не легко.
Но, да, люди учатся. Они переходят границы, пока не останется не одной.
Бесконечное, темное море возможностей, когда потеряешь последние сомнения.
Нет, нет, в начале никто не хочет быть убийцей.
His shallow gaze found his bookshelf collection, and then an old Rutherford Trick pinup. Volume 10, Smirk of the Feckless Vagabond. Trick was a handsome rapscallion, clever to the point of vice with a wit more savage than his magic assaults. Louis would give anything to “sport” with him for treasure, as Trick referred to the activity. To be at his impetuous command, to be held in captivity by those fiery, intelligent eyes…
“You know, the silly thing about this is…” he said, pausing, his tone softened. “I was always so fond of you from the start. I never mentioned this to you, but I cannot remember ever actually meeting a girl before. I was so excited, and I thought you were so pretty and interesting and fun. It’s so completely insane that I made you feel sad and rejected. I’m really sorry. Honestly, from the first moment I saw you, all I really wanted to do was to kiss you.”
He looked down with the meek bow of confessor’s remorse. She ducked down a bit to catch his eyes, and for the moment, their glances met, stabilized in each other. She drew closer. Her pink lips separated, and hovered near his. They closed against them softly, joined by the slick of lip balm, the taste of sweat, and the hint of scotch.
Shortly, she pulled back. He didn’t move. Her smirk became a smile. She asked playfully, “Hey, what kind of lip balm is that? Strawberry?”
“I think I’m gay.”
She blinked twice. And then again.
“©#@%.”
Russet looked around the cell to see if she had brought along the Singe Vilain. She had not.
Booooyeah.
Herbert swooped low to the bed of ice, honing in on the carrier. He got a better look at its hull, which had been repainted to read “U.S.S. Neon Evangelion” in a less than official naval font.
“God, this guy’s just a huge dork, isn’t he?”
His eyes were motionless, matte-black, without spark. Behind them Herbert envisioned a boundless void, expanding and impossible to disturb. Like a growing, implacable illness, bleeding through its medium as ink dripping on tissue paper. Herbert’s death wouldn’t touch it. It wouldn’t even pause to notice.
“Does Grant know you feel that way about him?”
“I doubt it. I mean, how could anyone else know if even I was unsure myself?” Beatrix might have pointed out that in retrospect certain clues could have made it obvious even to those who were spoon-fed porridge and easily flummoxed by mittens. But she wasn’t about to call that kettle black.
Ей только отказали, а что она делает? Дает бесплатный сеанс психотерапии.
Аняняня девочка.
Russet shook his head. He’d liked to have held out optimism, but his friend’s jocular attitude towards female gymnastics footage didn’t leave much doubt.
“Dream on, Seymour. She’s like a rich multi-millionaire or something, and you’re just a clueless little kid!” Louis dispensed the brotherly wisdom without leaving his notebook. His rounded frame, heavyset for a twelve year-old, hulked over the writing instruments which seemed small in comparison. He was never much for the female gymnastics part of the competition anyway. Though he was always eager to be reminded when the men’s wrestling matches began.
Льюис геееееей.
He felt as if he was on the cusp of glimpsing some cosmic whole. It was an emerging insinuation of a great puzzle he was for much of his life never aware needed solving.
Сеймор = Тандлшик
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Ок, заключение ко всему этому напишу позже. Придется много достраивать, я чую. А то и перечитать все заново. А что, я не против.
Ну и конечно надо же повыдирать кучу цитат, потому что они прекрасны.
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There was a moment of awkward silence, one to which Herbert was accustomed and heavily inured. He allowed it to pass like a noisy ambulance before continuing with the conversation. Беа завораживает. И так же чем-то напоминает Роуз. У неё нет семьи, она заинтригована магией, но не торопиться безоговорочно верить всему, что касается её. Но ни смотря на все - она хочет остаться в школе магии, какой бы она не была.
He hadn’t asked, but sensed the encounter had something to do with his fate. This sense tingled whenever others made plans for him behind his back. Мне нравится Донна. Она тоже выглядит очаровательной и совершенно настоящей.Я ожидала, что персонажи (особенно те, которые больше никогда не появятся) будут шаблонными, едкими пародиями.
He was flanked on all sides by 10 foot-tall skeletons, whose wet, black bones shined in the rain like polished onyx. Inside their ribcages were vibrant neon-green organs, which pulsated in mock-functionality. The bony assailants screamed through invisible vocal chords, sounding like a noisy vacuum cleaner might if it were part-cat. “I’d like to ask you something which on any other occasion might seem strange. Well, maybe it’s still strange. In fact, I don’t think there will ever be a time I won’t feel ridiculous for asking it,” Herbert stammered, while Beatrix half-expected his query to be regarding what she is doing this Friday, and if she likes pizza. “Do you know any magic?”“Of course not,” she puffed, hopping over a rock. “I actually had strong doubts about whether it existed at all.”
“That’s a shame. Some kind of invisibility spell, or skeleton-murdering spell might come in handy right now. Even though it’s all a bunch of silly crap.”
“Silly?”
“I hate magic.”
ЛЮБОВЬ, ЛЮБОВЬ, ЛЮБОВЬ.
“I know a lot of a people think it’s cool,” Herbert elaborated while vaulting off a mud ramp. “I mean, no offense if you’re into it or anything. It’s just so dumb.” “Dumb or not, it appears to be a legitimate aspect of the universe. You might as well curse other laws of nature and call them stupid. They are what they are.”
Мудрые слова не менее мудрой девочки.
Herbert looked to Beatrix, who appeared frightened and vulnerable. He became aware of a foreign feeling, something male in him. A feeling that he ought to be charged with her protection, and if situation presented itself, dazzle her with deeds of mind-blowing bravery. He wasn’t sure why this was incumbent on him, though it might have had to do with the blunt reality that when viewed from certain angles (i.e. from behind the eyes of a teen boy), she was actually pretty cute. РАССЕТ. Что с тобой не так? Впрочем, пренебрежем, пляшем.
И почему ты говоришь как Джейк? О Господи. Я вижу эти паралели. О, нет.
Два тупых, но красивых парня, совершенно не приспособленных к решению проблем личного характера.
Сон. Отличная пародия. Меньше ангста, больше лулзов. И ГОЛЫХ ВОЛШЕБНИКОВ. Beatrix sulked. A familiar feeling was setting in. It was a feeling of futility and oppression. She sighed, almost forming a smile. For the first time since she arrived at this summer camp, she began to feel somewhat at home. Ужасные стереотипы о сиротах. Фак. Йеа.
Это как будто грёбанное Рождество и День Рожденья в один день.
Standing there was a tall young man. Handsome, yes, but not the one she expected. He was a little older, with dark, short hair and a preppy-looking outfit. There was similarity in demeanor, though. It was an effortless broadcasting of confidence with every action, and it didn’t seem to matter if it was justified or not. He was too handsome for it to matter. The boy held a silver sword at his side. “That was a really… cool trick, young man. Radical, even. As you can see, I speak in your youthful vernacular. I trust this gains me enough credibility with you to put away your sharp thing and let us pass?”
“It doesn’t look like she has much say in where you’re going. That’s not very cool. Dude.”
Клёвые пацаны атакуют.
Я не могу, это просто слишком смешно.
И Грант и Рассет бишонены. А Грант теперь без одной ноги и его хочется обнять и погладить.СКАЖИТЕ, КАК ЭТО НЕ ШИППИТЬ.
Видимо все-таки придется запилить ещё фиков к Волшебнистому Герберту...
He ripped the sleeve off his finely cut, snow-white shirt, and tied it around his wound. She detected a brief moment of silence as he mourned the fashion downgrade.Я люблю этого парня.
Я уже совершенно люблю этого парня.
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ДОРОГИЕ ДЕТИ. ПРИНИМАЙТЕ ВАШИ ТАБЛЕТКИ РЕГУЛЯРНО И НИ-КО-ГДА О НИХ НЕ ЗАБЫВАЙТЕ. Хотя и эффекты могут быть весьма забавны для окружающих.
A limp, bramble-scratched Russet collided with Herbert, who took the brunt of Russet’s weight as awkwardly as possible. Herbert heard a ‘snap’. And then he heard pain. But in this case, “felt” would be more appropriate than “heard”.“Augh… I think you broke my arm.” Herbert looked up, as if cursing whichever God was responsible. Perhaps Loki, the Lord of Mischief was the one who warranted his scorn. Not so much for the broken arm, but that Herbert’s one deed of breathtaking heroism would be wasted on this miserable loser.
YEEEEEAAAAAAAH.
Куда мне деваться с таким количеством шипов.
Стоит обратить внимание на полное безразличие персонажей к ранам. Почти откусили ногу? Перевяжем и бодро потопаем дальше.Сломали руку? Поругаемся, перевяжем и полезем по полу-сломанному мосту.
Я уверена в этом какой-то глубокий смысл или это пародия хрен знает чего, но пока я не могу сказать чего точно.
Беа уже не верит Гранту. Умница. ваофджвоажфылофа
Fangirl-mode activated.
Я ХОЧУ ОТ ТЕБЯ ДЕТЕЙ, БЕА. И ОТ ТЕБЯ, ГЕРБЕРТ. И ОТ ТЕБЯ, ГРАНТ. ВПРОЧЕМ, НЕТ, РУКИ ПРОЧЬ.
ХАССИ, ВОЗЬМИ МЕНЯ НА МЕСТЕ.
И можно я отмечу, как мне нравится, что Хасси не пишет фансервис самому себе. Грудастых баб, любовные романсы, героические моменты.Нет. Если 16-летняя девочка пишет фанфик у Хасси в комиксе, то эта девочка пишет про то, что нравилось бы девочке. Слеш. Юмор. СЛЕШ И АНГСТ. И ЮМОР.
И Хасси не пытается это как-то прятать или менять предпочтения Рокси, чисто потому что ему как гетеросексуальному мужчине это было бы может не совсем комфортно писать. Хотя после Humanimals я уверена, что он более чем привык писать и рисовать такие вещи.
И что классно, хотя Хасси с удовольствием использовал бара как шок-контент в Humanimals он более чем способен серьезно писать гомосексуальные отношения между двумя парнями, без соплей или особых стереотипов или ещё какой-то дряни.
Кажется это совсем не в тему... пренебрежем, пляшем.
UPD: Это все же было в тему. Яжезнала.
БЕАТРИКС, БЕАТРИКС, БЕАТРИКС.Умные девочки, которые сваливают в самый подходящий момент ОТ ГЛУПЫХ ЗЛОДЕЕВ, КОТОРЫМ ДОЛЖНО БЫЛО БЫ БЫТЬ СТЫДНО ЗА СВОЮ БАНАЛЬНОСТЬ.
Упс. Возможно Слинус и Грант это не один и тот же человек. Но Грант тоже в чем-то нехорошем замешан. НЕ СТОИТ СПУСКАТЬ С НЕГО ГЛАЗ.
Клёнкопытце с телом краба. В этом должен быть глубокий смысл, но я его не вижу. The illusion… it was so effortless. She barely even thought about it, and in an instant, a complex spell that might taken a junior sorcerer years to master became manifest. And it all arose from a single, potent will of hers—the will to deceive. She bit her lip unconsciously, then became cross with herself for the flicker of guilt. Was it guilt? Surely she didn’t feel guilty for leaving behind Grant. Maybe it had more to do with what the spell said about herself. Was that really who she was at the root of her being? Someone so keen on deceiving others, the impulse was actually a form of raw, ethereal energy commanding the universe to change around it?
Любимый персонаж, вот он. Вот она, то есть.
ВОТ ОНА.
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Or if there’s something dark inside you, something evil, then you won’t be able to do any good spells. Like healing magic and stuff like that.Граааааааант.
“If you don’t mind my asking,” Russet breached the silence. “What do you think about Jesus?” She looked into space abstractedly. It was an odd question, one that more often than not was answered with something on the order of, ‘Ok, I’ll take your brochure, but I have something on the stove inside and must go now.’ “I think he was likely a great person. Compassionate, probably a tremendous philosopher of his time.”
КТО-ТО ПОНИМАЕТ. ЧТО НЕ ВАЖНО, ЧТО ВЫ ДУМАЕТЕ О БОГЕ, ХРИСТИАНСТВЕ И РЕЛИГИИ.
ИИСУС ХРИСТОС БЫЛ ПРОСТО ПИЗДАТЫМ ЧУВАКОМ.
КОГДА ВЕСЬ МИР ПРОПОВЕДОВАЛ "ГЛАЗ ЗА ГЛАЗ", ХРИСТОС СКАЗАЛ "НАХУЙ".
"ДОБРО И КОТЯТКИ ВСЕМ, ПАЦАНЫ."
"ВСЕМ ДОБРА И КОТЯТОК, КАК БЫ ВАС НЕНАВИДЕЛО ОБЩЕСТВО."
"КАКИМИ БЫ ГРЕШНИКАМИ ВЫ НЕ БЫЛИ."
"ВСЕМ ДОБРА И КОТЯТОК И ПРОЩЕНИЕ И РАЙ."
"И ЛУЧЕЙ ЛЮБВИ, КОНЕЧНО ТОЖЕ."
ОК, МОЖЕТ ПОСЛЕДНУЮ ЧАСТЬ СТОИЛО БЫ УДАЛИТЬ. ОНА МОГЛА БЫ ПОРАНИТЬ ЧУВСТВА ВЕРУЮЩИХ.
НЕ ЗНАЮ КАК ВАШИ, А МОИ ЧУВСТВА МОЙ МОНОЛОГ ПОЧТИ УЖЕ РАНИТ.
And on the subject of the obvious, Herbert could not escape noticing this guy bore a striking resemblance to himself. Or what he very well might look like in a few years. The young man had short, dirty blonde hair, and wore a rough stubble, which bloomed at the chin into a modest goatee. The eye patch covered the same eye. And there, slung in its holster around the guy’s waist, was the M9. Иисус Христос все-таки спустился на эту грешную землю. Хасси, если это будет очередным трюком, я убью тебя.
Окей, это был очередной трюк, но я не чувствую себя обманутой. Любовный треугольник. Проклятье всех произведений для подростков. Черная книжка. Что бы в ней ни было, где-то между страницами несомненно затесались старые волшебники. Подростки, недоверие и глупые, опрометчивые решения.Я рада, что в ХС Хасси избавился и от этого.
Russet was on his feet, approaching with a wide grin. The closer he got, the more apparent it was he was not looking at her, but a step or two to her left. The place where Grant stood. “Hi, buddy. Good to see you, finally,” Grant said wearily, but with a sincere smile. Russet threw his arms around him for an impromptu brotherly hug. Grant returned the gesture, or maybe humored it, as he glanced at Beatrix with look of mild embarrassment.
brotherly hug
Что интересно, в свое время они особо не стремились друг друга увидеть. А сейчас вдруг такие эмоции...Что-то здесь не так.
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Мдааааа, я начинаю понимать, почему в фанфике Рокси Хасси отвел Рассету и Гранту роль слешных друзей/врагов. Их отношения гомосексуальны от и до. Это чувство... теплое и нежное чувство, зародившееся в моей душе... я знаю его.
Shipper feels.
He looked up, in the direction of “W.H.”, as the sign indicated. He swallowed, putting his hand on the cold rung. Destiny suddenly felt like a ball and chain around his ankle, and it weighed heavy on the climb. Хасси удивительно красиво пишет порой.
“Those missiles or whatever. Isn’t that what this is all about?”“No. This has nothing to do with that. I was talking about my final form. Bouncing some ideas off you. Is that ok?”
“Yeah.”
“I still haven’t decided what I’ll call it,” Slinus said with earnest concern. He fingered the fog of ash from his glasses. Gilbert said nothing. He continued. “I’m torn between ‘Final Stage OmegaSlinus’ or ‘Marlevort Prime’. I think they’re both pretty good.”
“So you turn into something, you mean?”
“Yes.”
“You mean like in anime or something?”
“Yeah, pretty much like in anime."
Хасси подобен глотку свежего воздуха.
Никогда не меняйся, великий Хасс.
Beatrix held up the pill, viewing it closely. She brought her foot down hard on Russet’s shoe. Russet yelled briefly, but was soon muffled by Beatrix’s hand. She popped the pill in his gaping mouth like he was some tragic clown puppet’s moaning head in a carnival stand, and she was greedy for prizes. With the other hand, she flicked his throat with a glowing ring finger, causing him to swallow through a startlingly effective spell most useful to veterinarians. She turned and stormed out of the rec. room, suddenly finding herself in agreement with Russet in wishing Herbert were there. He probably would have gotten a kick out of that.
Почти неоправданное насилие на благо твоих друзей в приступе ярости. О, как я это люблю.
He sat down, his legs swinging over the edge, and unfocused his eyes at his orange bottle towards the water below. “Hey. What’s up?”
Russet turned around, surprised to hear Grant’s voice. He looked back at the water. “Do you think we’ll ever leave this place?”
Grant had never heard him ask that. In fact, any time Grant would bring it up, Russet tended to change the subject. “Why do you want to know now?”
“I don’t know. I just think it might be fun to be able to meet other people. Couldn’t we take a boat? Or fly?”
Параллели. Дети оторваны от реального мира. Их жизнь начинается прямо с этого дня. Воспоминания - самый неточный ориентир из всех.
“Is this really all there is? If there’s so much more to the world, why can’t I get to see it? To be able to visit the places I’ve seen on TV. To be able to buy some of the merchandise. It’s like…” He paused. “It’s like I’m missing out on a future I can’t have, and a past I can’t remember. All the while I’m stuck in a present in which I can only function on these damned horse tranquilizers. Why can’t I remember anything other than living here alone with you? About my parents, or where I grew up, or how we even got stuck here? Or…” Russet stopped. Most disturbing of all to him was, when he tried to think about it, he couldn’t remember anything prior to that day. And for some reason, he didn’t want to. He couldn’t even bring himself to ask.Что ты помнишь, что ты знаешь? Этот мир был построен для тебя. Но и ты был переписан под него.
Если ты спрашиваешь себя кто ты, ты - Никто.
Simon was already sprinting toward the store as if they’d just announced a drastic sale on pie filling, and he was a famished boy made of dough.Я обожаю выражения Хасси.
“Oh. I’m that tra’sparent, am I?” Russet laughed to himself. “I guess I have my lonely occasions as well.”“Go on.”
“It’s my friend. He’s jus this… incredible guy.” His loose body language seemed to convey how remarkable Grant was more than his slurred speech was able to. “So smart and… though’ful and… I dunno. I don’t know how I really feel sometimes. I’m not sure how he feels. I think if he knew the things I thought about him sometimes, it would scare him. Hell, it scares me!”
“Naturally, boy. Naturally.”
“And now… And NOW.” Russet became animated in a way specific to the inebriated. “Isso complicated. With this girl. I like this girl…”
+
“I guess why I’m really here…”
His remark broke the silence, causing Thundleshick to snort out of his drunken doze.
“I don’ know how to put this.”
Thundleshick’s eyes offered a grandfatherly twinkle. “Tell me, boy. Speak your mind.”
“I was hoping… you know, what with you an your limiless wistom, do you by any chance know of…”
“Yes?”
“Do you have… a ‘cure’?”
“A cure, boy?”
“… for… ‘it’?”
“It? What, boy? If you’ve a stubborn rash of some kind, a blight of the skin…”
“No. These feelings I have. They feel so wrong. I’m tortured by them and don’t know what to do.”
Грант/Рассет
Next to her, Grant looked as if he’d seen a ghost, and during the encounter, the ghost had taken the opportunity to share with him compelling photographic evidence of the Loch Ness Monster. Что я только что говорила о своей любви к выражениям Хасси?
“It’s freaky. I’ll give it that. I admit I felt kind of sick when I first saw it. But now I’m not sure what to think. I guess the bottom line is, I have no idea what it is we just watched. At this point, I don’t see why it should bother me.”“Because,” she concentrated, and said with a greater sense of imperative than he could recall seeing from her, “if those people are us, unless we do something about it, we are going to die.”
Her face again met the blank TV screen.
Ок, это мы уже знали, но когда Беа это говорит, это слышится ещё грознее.
The distant noises of skirmish taunted Grant, flitting this way and that through the perplexing channels of Crossnest. It was like identifying the source of mocking laughter in a funhouse, designed to deliver your money’s worth in aggravation.О Господи. КАК ХОРОШО Я ЗНАЮ ЭТО ЧУВСТВО.
Вы бы вообще знали, как меня в свое время бесили ярмарки. И как я по ним сейчас скучаю...
A roaring boulder of fire flew by Grant’s ear and howled down the corridor. Grant flinched to his side. When he relaxed one of his eyelids to look, all at once, the fire was gone. It became sucked into Simon’s body, as if snuffed out in a vacuum. Simon’s face was still, his mouth open a bit.Grant looked at the boy’s shirt. A trickle of red dripped from a hole Leonardo’s sneering face. Stuck in the hole, Grant found, was his sword, piercing clean-through the other side of the shirt.
Grant drew a short breath and quickly removed it the blade. Simon dropped the gun and fell.
“Oh God.”
He heard something. Like a suppressed whine. He turned around and spotted Simon’s mortified sister. He stood with his stained sword, rigid, unable to say anything. She fled in the other direction.
He looked down again. Simon wasn’t breathing.
“… oh God…”
Нет, нет, нет, нет, НЕТ.
Grant stepped on to the precipice above the dock in time to witness the mayhem subside. Herbert stepped in behind him, fastening the M9 into its holster. “Looks like we’re too late. What happened? Is Beatrix gone?”
Grant didn’t reply.
“Hey,” Herbert lowered his voice. “Sorry to have to tell you this. We took a casualty back there.”
Grant turned. Herbert didn’t notice in the lighting how white he was. Or that he was shaking slightly.
“They got the kid. The boy. What was his name?” Herbert touched his forehead trying to recall. “Anyway, he’s gone. Poor kid.”
Grant nodded.
“You ok?”
О, нет, никто не хочет быть убийцей.
О, нет, это совсем не легко.
Но, да, люди учатся. Они переходят границы, пока не останется не одной.
Бесконечное, темное море возможностей, когда потеряешь последние сомнения.
Нет, нет, в начале никто не хочет быть убийцей.
His shallow gaze found his bookshelf collection, and then an old Rutherford Trick pinup. Volume 10, Smirk of the Feckless Vagabond. Trick was a handsome rapscallion, clever to the point of vice with a wit more savage than his magic assaults. Louis would give anything to “sport” with him for treasure, as Trick referred to the activity. To be at his impetuous command, to be held in captivity by those fiery, intelligent eyes… “You know, the silly thing about this is…” he said, pausing, his tone softened. “I was always so fond of you from the start. I never mentioned this to you, but I cannot remember ever actually meeting a girl before. I was so excited, and I thought you were so pretty and interesting and fun. It’s so completely insane that I made you feel sad and rejected. I’m really sorry. Honestly, from the first moment I saw you, all I really wanted to do was to kiss you.”He looked down with the meek bow of confessor’s remorse. She ducked down a bit to catch his eyes, and for the moment, their glances met, stabilized in each other. She drew closer. Her pink lips separated, and hovered near his. They closed against them softly, joined by the slick of lip balm, the taste of sweat, and the hint of scotch.
Shortly, she pulled back. He didn’t move. Her smirk became a smile. She asked playfully, “Hey, what kind of lip balm is that? Strawberry?”
“I think I’m gay.”
She blinked twice. And then again.
“©#@%.”
Russet looked around the cell to see if she had brought along the Singe Vilain. She had not.
Booooyeah.
Herbert swooped low to the bed of ice, honing in on the carrier. He got a better look at its hull, which had been repainted to read “U.S.S. Neon Evangelion” in a less than official naval font.“God, this guy’s just a huge dork, isn’t he?”
His eyes were motionless, matte-black, without spark. Behind them Herbert envisioned a boundless void, expanding and impossible to disturb. Like a growing, implacable illness, bleeding through its medium as ink dripping on tissue paper. Herbert’s death wouldn’t touch it. It wouldn’t even pause to notice. “Does Grant know you feel that way about him?”“I doubt it. I mean, how could anyone else know if even I was unsure myself?” Beatrix might have pointed out that in retrospect certain clues could have made it obvious even to those who were spoon-fed porridge and easily flummoxed by mittens. But she wasn’t about to call that kettle black.
Ей только отказали, а что она делает? Дает бесплатный сеанс психотерапии.
Аняняня девочка.
Russet shook his head. He’d liked to have held out optimism, but his friend’s jocular attitude towards female gymnastics footage didn’t leave much doubt. “Dream on, Seymour. She’s like a rich multi-millionaire or something, and you’re just a clueless little kid!” Louis dispensed the brotherly wisdom without leaving his notebook. His rounded frame, heavyset for a twelve year-old, hulked over the writing instruments which seemed small in comparison. He was never much for the female gymnastics part of the competition anyway. Though he was always eager to be reminded when the men’s wrestling matches began. Льюис геееееей.
He felt as if he was on the cusp of glimpsing some cosmic whole. It was an emerging insinuation of a great puzzle he was for much of his life never aware needed solving.Сеймор = Тандлшик
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Ок, заключение ко всему этому напишу позже. Придется много достраивать, я чую. А то и перечитать все заново. А что, я не против.
@темы: Homestuck, у грибницы нет плохой погоды, оно продолжает случатся, Wizardy Herbert