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SQUEE!

What can I getcha, sweetness?

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How about Brian from GO? :D

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Once, when Brian was year and a halfth unbirthday, he ate a book.

Not all of it, true - most of the back cover was pretty much intact, and some of the chapters had only mild gnawing - but it was a pretty good guideline as to his scholastic career from that point on.

At the age of five, he was sent home early for playing rounders with a library book, a stone, and a small boy called Adam Young who'd made something of a name for himself as resident troublemaker. Somehow he managed to always talk his way out of it, it was true, but the teachers kept an eye on him. Or... they always promised themselves they would, in any case.

At seven it was Pippin Galadriel, a copy of Lord of the Rings, and a box of safety matches. Brian, sootstained and grinning cheerfully, claimed to be the brains behind the scheme, something his teacher at the time considered something of an unlikelihood considering the relative distribution thereof. 'Pepper', as she insisted on being called, punched him in the arm a couple of days later, something that seemed to equate to their being firm friends.

Nine years old, and it was Wensleydale sitting next to him and tracing under the lines of letters with one chubby finger, explaining the differences between p's and q's, b's and d's, and teaching him carefully to spell 'dyslexia'; Wensley didn't get on with their teacher, Mr Green, but unlike Adam and Brian and Pepper he liked to find subtle ways to mess with his head.

So nine years old. Nine years old was the first time Brian fell in love.

And it wasn't with 'Spot goes to the Circus', either.

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oneechan19.livejournal.com

Heeee! Thank you so much! *loves Brian*

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...when he was approaching his year and a halfth unbirthday, dammit.

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Drop me an IM or something, I'll hook ye up.

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*MWAH*

Thanks darlin'.

I'm tidying my room at present and must not be distracted or I will live in squallor forever, but I'll be pinging you soon no doubt in any case. ;)

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If it helps in your search, Joe Hisaishi (http://www.nausicaa.net/miyazaki/hisaishi/) is the main composer that Studio Ghibli gives lots of money to for such great music.

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bcgphoenix

The Sixth Stop - Spirited Away

Millicanon, Wash/Zoe and future!ethereals, for lo, I am predictable. *g*

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Maaaaaahvellous, will see what I can do in a bit. :D

Thankee!

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Naomi had Zoe's eyes, that was the main problem. Big and beautiful and ridiculously deep brown and Crowley looked at Aziraphael who was laughing entirely too hard to be of any use whatsoever so he turned a glare on her father.

Wash was sitting in a wicker chair that was fraying at the edges, leg stretched out in front of him and a huge grin on his face. Zoe was leaning on the back of his chair, her arms loosely wrapped around his neck.

"Now, dear." She pressed a kiss to Wash's temple, looking relaxed and happy - motherhood suited her. "Can't go forcing a man to go against his nature, not in public at any rate."

"But he's not a man, he's family." The grin coloured Wash's voice, and he took Zoe's hands in his. "Also there's precedent, baby, can't ignore the precedent."

"Angel - "

"Don't look at me, Crowley. I'm not getting involved for fear of a far worse fate being assigned. It's only playing horsey, in any case, it won't kill you."

Crowley sighed long-sufferingly and bent to grab her under the arms and lift her, shrieking with delight, to sit on his shoulders. The lollipop she'd had, unnoticed, in one chubby hand, ended up in his hair.

"You," he said ominously, glare trained on Wash who was crying with laughter, "are going to die. Slowly. And no one will ever find the body."

"Sure they will," Wash eventually managed, wiping his eyes. "The angel'd rat on you in a second. No offense." This last was directed at the Prior, but he was looking away, looking at Crowley. A strangely tense moment of silence, between them, before Aziraphael replied.

"I don't know that I would, you know. You'd probably be wonderful for my garden."

"GIJJUP!" Naomi shrieked, and Crowley rubbed his face and obligingly trotted off, the loud laughter of the others echoing behind him. His back was safely turned before he grinned.

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bcgphoenix

....I love you.

I love you SO MUCH.

*is sitting at the library circulation desk cackling like a loony*

This made my day, man. Thank you :D

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*glees*

Future!fics... in fact, any milliways fic is just huge amounts of fun to write. I'm glad you liked it, honeychile.

XD

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genarti

*beams ridiculously*

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nepheliad.livejournal.com

Mononoke Hime - The Lost Mountain (http://beta.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=1B9773A4251DE4D4)

Mononoke Hime - The Forest Of The Gods (http://beta.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=3F876A7A38CE94AC)

Mononoke Hime - Ashitaka and San (http://beta.yousendit.com/transfer.php?action=download&ufid=7FBD07F06F242109).

I have the whole soundtrack somewhere, those are the ones on the computer -- and the theme, which Carrie provided. I can dig up the rest if you like, though.

And, let me think on drabble for a minute. :D

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*glees mightily*

Thank you!

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gramarye1971

Sen to Chihiro - Itsumo Nando Demo (Always With Me) vocal version, sung by Yumi Kimura

Other people have posted the other songs I have on MP3, alas. But a wee snippet of Aziraphale and Merriman talking about downright awful cups of tea they've had in the past would have me flailing with delight. ^_^

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*glees and hugs*

Thank you!

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Aziraphael poured them both another glass of wine, still chuckling quietly to himself.

"Rancid yak butter? I can't say I have, and I must admit I'm truly grateful. Some of the things people do to tea make me awfully glad I'm not so free with the flaming sword as I might be - if I were Michael, now..."

Even Merriman had relaxed enough that the corners of his mouth were tilting up a very little.

"Michael's fond of tea?"

"Gracious no, no. But he's so very fervent when he does get worked up about something. Try spilling something on his little skirt, sometime. Or... rather, don't."

Aziraphael took another sip of his wine, cradling the glass in his hand an leaning back in his chair.

"Of course, the very worst of all was Oscar. You'd never think it to look at him, but he always managed - mostly it was distraction, I think. He was like a magpie, you know. Always - " a graceful movement of his free hand - "flitting off to find a snatch of poetry or a quote or to fix the knot in his tie."

His smile had the faintest touch of sadness to it.

"I suppose it's a measure of - I won't put up with cold tea for just anyone, you know." He looked away. "Greater love hath no man than this, and so forth."

I'm sorry that's so self-centred! I don't know Merriman nearly enough. WE MUST PLAY AGAIN PLEASE!

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*looks left*

*looks right*

*looks left again*

Totoro opening theme (http://www.sendspace.com/file/omp6ss)

It is technically, TECHNICALLY, technically what you are looking for.

*hums*

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*glees!*

Thank you thank you!

Want a drabble?

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MIZNERS!!!11

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Yes for Totoro!

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TOTORO IS LIKE MY FAVORITE MOVIE IN THE WHOLE WORLD.

BUT NO ONE ON ELJAY KNOWS IT.

I CRY AT NIGHT SOMETIMES. AND I PRETEND A TREE WILL JUST GROW IN THE NIGHT AND I WILL GET TO FLY AWAY FROM ALL THIS TOTOROLESSNESS.

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I myself hold my breath every time I cross a bridge.

Also, I wait at bus stops in hopes that a Totoro will show up and take my umbrella.

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I KNOW WHAT MAKES THE WIND BLOW!

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Wanna go for a ride on the Catbus with me?

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YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

I pretend I am not too old to see Totoro. As long as I am a child in my heart! Someday! I hope!

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