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branchandroot: Ginji and Akabane with a heart (Ginji Akabane Heart)
Okay, this one amuses me. Maya mentioned the issue of literary couples you totally don't believe in, and I have to admit there are plenty.

My all time winner is probably Jo and Fritz from Little Women. Because you know that one day Jo is going to snap, strangle Fritz in his sanctimonious sleep, climb out the window on a rope of torn up sheets and go kidnap Laurie to carry off and become a pirate queen, which bloody well means she can marry them herself.

Of course, this is no doubt helped along by the fact that Fritz is /totally/ a grudge ending on Alcott's part. I mean she even admitted it. End of Evangelion has nothing on Alcott when she's pissed.

Also, some day AIVAS is going to get Lessa alone for a good counseling session on the dangers of co-dependency and have her read a few first wave feminist authors from the databanks, at which point Lessa is going to have a blinding moment of insight about her own wasted life, go turf Jaxom out of Ruatha to go screw around on the south continent the way he really wants, and start a trade school for women. Corana will be her first student. Brekke will re-impress, not a queen, but a bronze, and join her, and F'lar and F'nor will finally admit that they're really best with each other. It will be the dawn of a new age, which does not have the word "dragon" anywhere in the title. The actual dragons will be very self-satisfied with the whole thing, because now they get to have lots of wild sex completely unconstrained by silly human scruples the way they always really wanted.
branchandroot: Killua looking wry (Killua wry)

When I first moved to Columbus, Ohio I encountered many people who insisted that, now I attended OSU, I was a Buckeye. That is, a fan of the football team of the same name. My protestations that I am not a fan of any kind of football, or any team playing it, fell on deaf ears. I quickly learned to be careful who I told about my previous city of residence--that is, Ann Arbor, Michigan. The manager of the apartment we moved into greeted our first call to inquire about vacancies with the sally "Oh, we don't rent to people from Ann Arbor." It was nearly not a joke. My wails that I have never taken notice of Ann Arbor football, either, except to make sure I'm finished shopping before the game lets out, were of no use.

This all vexed me mightily.

I (heart) A2 - Buck YouIn fact, it vexed me sufficiently that I designed this bumpersticker. The only thing that kept me from getting it printed and putting it on my car was Ken's cogent observation that it would get my tires shot out.

The sentiment stands, nevertheless.

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