As the amazing and prophetical Kia has predicted, her Shadilver picture has been deleted. BWA HA. I KNEW IT.

If you still want to see it, or if you miss it, or if you haven't seen it yet and are curious, do send me a note, and I'll send it to you... and even better, I'll send the uncensored version.

Oh d*viantART and your ridiculous rules. I laugh at you.

Look at my other Shadilver quickly! It could be next!

I don't usually update my journal so frequently, but I feel this needs to be shown.

I was playing Brawl as I always am, and I discovered something amazing. You all know how cool Solid Snake is, riiiight? I disagree but that's because I like my men cute and fuzzy and not human and uke...

Bear with me because this is worth it. I was playing as Sonic and there was a CPU Snake against me, and besides that statement sounding very dirty on its own, he ran up and grabbed me, and the result was myself in such a state of amused shock he rung me out on the spot.

Why?

BECAUSE. [link]

I scoured the internet long and hard for a picture of Snake "grabbing" Sonic, but I couldn't find one because people are anti-hedgehog anymore... so instead, ENJOY THESE.

Snake erm, "takes care of" Ike.
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And Samus...
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....
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Does this one really need a caption?
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O_o;
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Jeez... and Brawl is supposed to be a family-oriented game...

FUCK DEVIANTART'S RETARDED 'MOOD' JOURNAL DOOHICKEYS. IT WON'T FUCKIN' CHANGE.

Ahem. Tagged by ~Yuri-Blaze. CURSES. I guess I have to do it now. Such is the way of spam.
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1. Do you like animals?
Yeah, I guess. They taste good.

2. Have you ever met an online friend in person?
~VIBNS

3. Are you athletic?
Sports can all go die.

4. Are you: thin, fat, athletically built etc:
Yes.

5. How much do you weigh?
A lot.

6. What's your height?
Tall.

7. Shoe size?
Three sizes smaller than Sonic.

8. Are you emo, chav or what?
Biased.

10. How old are you?
Old enough to know better but young enough to do it anyway. Thanks for letting me steal that, Kate. =]

11. When is your birthday?
Every year.

12. Do you like to receive gift art?
Of course but I haven't gotten much to date.

13. Are you sociable?
My name tag at job interviews says Ms. Anthropic.

14. Do you have many friends?
Offline:
Ashi
Katii
Bobbeh
Sam
Mindy
Steffffffffff
Online:
~Catastrophicbliss
~welsh-witch
~RDBaggott
~EXschadenfreude
~xXVampirePenguinXx
~VIBNS
~Yuri-Blaze
Ha ha half these people are the same person, just online.

15. What's your race?
Earthling.

16. Do you like to talk on the phone?
Not really. A lot of my conversations are movement-based. *shrug*

17. Are you single or taken?
Yes.

18. Do you eat meat?
When I'm hungry.

19. Are you paranoid?
The Class 4 zombie outbreak will happen someday. I'm ready for it. How about you?

20. Do you read a lot?
When I have the time.

21. Do you listen to music, what kind?
All the time. Dir en Grey. Marilyn Manson. Crush 40. Epica.

22. Do you play any instruments?
Seven years of hard-blown clarinet.

23. How long have you been drawing?
It makes me smile to say this, since the day I could hold a pencil.

24. What's the meaning of life?
42.

25. Now tag five of your friends! They MUST take this quiz and post it in their journal.
~welsh-witch
~RDBaggott
~EXschadenfreude
~VIBNS
~Yuri-Blaze

My mood's not "outraged". DeviantART is being retarded. Won't let me change it. I'll edit that later.

I love my new car/my dad's old car. Mustangs go fast. I was taking a friend home and reached 100mph today. That was amazing. And even more amazing because "Gotta Go Fast" started playing on my car's MP3 player right as I reached 90mph. Suffice to say that made my night.

No relevance to this journal. I'm irritated because I never have time to update Choices on my computer or to just sit and fecking draw. I can't. No time. I'm always working. I'm ready to stab myself through the eyes.

Finally unlocked Sonic in Brawl. Finally. Should have heard my fangirl squee when I saw the NEW ENEMY APPROACHING silhouette Sonic on my 54" TV screen. It was in my face. I loved it. I will play as no one else from now on. Sorry, Lucario.

Yep. Got nothing else. I'm bored and tired. I gotta stop getting to bed at midnight. I need some Nyquil.

What do I fucking have to do? Last I checked, I had to just be myself. Why isn't that enough for shitheads like Josh's parents?

I've had to stop cussing around them, I've tried my hardest not to wear black around them in case, god fucking forbid, I offend their bible-humping asses, because as we all know black is equal to goth, even when I'm tired I'm still nice to their little girl Marissa. There's no sex between us. There's barely enough cuddling to get by as a couple. Neither of us hogs money.

So what's the big problem? First it was my cussing and now I don't cuss as much around them and now it's fucking something else, and by mother fucking Jesus, it's fucking ridiculous.

Josh's parents and my gran are good friends. They;ve threatened Josh that he won't be able to see me anymore if I don't talk to my gran more. How this ties in to me and Josh I don't get. I'm trying my best to figure it out but the figuring isn't fucking happening. We talked about this over the phone not too long ago and he kept asking me what I was going to do about it. Like it's all my fucking fault. I'm just fucking baffled beyond any words anger can provide besides "FUCK YOU!". How the hell, how the mother FUCKING HELL, does that fit in with me and Josh's relationship? How? HOW?!

Josh is already pretty much a captive inside his own home because his parents are beyond any comprehensible thought of "control freak". They won't let him fucking do ANYTHING. And now they have to push this shit on me? And why does Josh keep asking what I'm going to do about it, what I'm going to do about it, what I'm going to do about it? I don't fucking have a fucking clue. His parents have pissed me off before but this is fucking stupid. I'm too baffled into shock by how stupid this is to form a comprehensive thought. I'm too pissed to say anything out loud.

What do they fucking want me to do? I'm in tears and I can't figure out what the fuck they want me to do about this! What do they fucking WANT me to be? I'm ready to fucking give up on this shit. What do they fucking want me to be, and why for the love of their goddamned perfect fucking home can't they discuss any of this shit to my fucking face? I can handle big people talk. I'm fucking 18. I can handle being talked to like an adult. What the hell do they think I'll do if they say a word to me? Are they afraid? They'd better be afraid, because if they don't start growing some backbones and fucking using them, I swear to god someone is going to get hurt. Bad. Killed maybe. I swear. I will punch his goddamned mother in the fucking face. I'm amusing myself with thoughts of slamming her head against a fucking wall right now, until her nose is a flat bloody mess smashed into her face and her eyes are blinded by all the blood and her brains have started to seep through the nice big cracks in her fucking forehead.

I'm going to talk to my gran about it tomorrow. What can I say to sum this shit up? One thing's for certain, and that's that my phone is going to fucking break for how many times I've slammed it onto my desk tonight. I'd be cutting Grand Canyons in my wrists if I liked pain.

I'm so fucking pissed. I don't know what to do. And I'm sick of every time this comes up Josh fucking asks me what I plan on doing about it. I understand he's had to put up with more shit from his pink and flowers parents all his life but why fucking ask me? Grow a dick and ask them yourselves, and then I'LL fucking ask them, and they can talk to ME instead of fucking telling Josh to be their puppet and say what they want to say but have no fucking balls to say it with to me. And act like it was HE who said it in the first place, NOT them. God mother fucking knows they can't do anything mean.

They're always telling us how they were our age once, how they know what it's like to be teenagers dating, blah blah fucking blah. Okay. So why don't they use that knowledge to pause and think and try to fucking understand what's going on? You'd think that they'd rebel? You know, because they were teenagers and our age once, and they rebelled from their parents just as we are! What happened to the whole "We won't do this to my kids because that's what my mom did to me!" thing that they fucking SWORE on when they were growing up?!

Just seven months ago his parents were asking him why he didn't have a girlfriend. Mother fucking god damn it all to hell and drop the soap in front of fucking Satan, I mother fucking WONDER?

His parents can go straight to fucking hell and take their bible-humping opposition of dating Nazidom with them!

Fuck. My phone just died and I wouldn't be surprised if I broke the bitch by hurling it at my desk so many times.

I'm going to go cry myself to sleep.

Fuck life.