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Political Rant

Soooo... I was strolling around on CNN and someone posted a version of this that was anti-Democrat. By the time I'd made my reply, the original post was gone.

There are good ideas in both Democrat and Republican circles. I really am for cooperation and communication, which is not to say that a little bit of posturing isn't allowed.

If a Republican doesn't like guns, he let’s people have what they want, as long as they don’t shoot him.

If a Democrat doesn't like guns, he works with the community to protect people. 

If a Republican is a vegetarian, he doesn't eat meat. If other people die of health concerns, that’s not his issue.

If a Democrat is a vegetarian, he shares his experience, working towards health and peace. 

If a Republican is homosexual, he quietly leads his life, and he’s okay, so if other people are bullied to death, deprived of rights, at least no one knows he’s gay, so it’s okay.

If a Democrat is homosexual, he demands equality and respect for all people.�…

comic: Gojira

I so don't own Gundam Wing. I also don't own Godzilla... but if I had my choice, I know what it would be :)  I should have been drawing 'Without Breathing'.

Pic: Happy Draw Muhammad Day 2012

So I totally debated about drawing Muhammad today or not. In the end, people who threaten other people over art, sexual preference, speaking their ideas peacefully... these people who would hurt other people are vicious and stupid bullies, who I could not give my approval to, even if it was just by my silence. It is NOT okay to hurt other people. People have a right to freely explore their voices, their experiences, as long as it does not harm other people. This year I have found a bit of faith of my own, though that little bit of faith means a lot to me, I'm still an atheist. Gods and imaginary friends are good and fine, just don't hurt anyone over them. People are precious and can't be replaced so easily. Love is good for you. Love.. don't hate.  Happy Draw Muhammad Day! If he was a gentle and kind person, I expect he'd approve and want his followers to stop shedding blood and breaking hearts.

Promo: Still Breathing

Title: Still Breathing
By: Faith Luna (Nix Winter)
Genre: Sci-fi, ghost story, m/m, of course :)
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Cain Perry survived the wars as a child soldier.  His is a world of technology. He doesn’t need god, doesn’t believe in love. It’s about to be a very different world for him.


A taunt short story, a ghost story that is both science fiction and a love story. If you loved someone and you could change the entire world to protect them, but it would mean you’d no longer exist? Would you? Cain Perry’s world has no god, no love, only reason and logic. Justice Keys survived the war with him and while the blue haired anarchist is just a touch outside of the lines on everything that Cain trusts and understands, he has a connection to Justice that he can never give u…

Pic: Farm Animals (GW)

Pic: Ice

Ice, from the original version of Still Breathing... Justice, but his nick name is Ice. 
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Pic: Still Breathing Cover

Fic: Still Breathing 4/4

Still Breathing 4/4

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing.

Warning: ghost story, mention of child abuse, some cussing.

Without making the choice, Heero’s perception shifted into Dr. J. Years gone, the feelings and experience in the memory struck him vividly, cutting the years between the past and present to dust. It was the lab where he’d received his conditioning. The hair on the back of his neck went erect like a forest of daggers. A large dog carrier sat on a metal table. Duo squatted on the table, behind the the carrier, wearing a blue tee-shirt, gray cargo pants, his braid clean and laying calmly down his back. He turned to look at Heero, his eyes completely black, no white, just wet shimmering white. “It’s just a matter of time,” he said.

A younger looking J, who oddly looked more like Heero than Heero remembered, approached the carrier, with a thick apron on, bicep length thick gloves. He nudged the carrier roughly. Heero felt his own vocal cords respond with a growling snarl.


fic: Still Breathing 3/?

Still Breathing 3
by Pinkwhirlwind

Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing

Note: This story follows Breathing, which is on my blog.

Warning: Ghost story!

Chapter Three

Duo smiled, a thin smile.

They sat in a diner, somewhere in the morning when it could still have been night, but then this was L1 and night and day were more politics than heavenly will. The dawn still came gradually and they were in that place where everything was hazy, in between. Neither of them seemed like anything spectacular let alone war criminals or heroes.  They could have been just two people, a tan jacket, a gray hoodie, a yellowing old coffee cup with enough microcracks and discolorations to permanently disreputable, a butter knife that shook as the guy in the tan jacket spread jam over a thin slice of toast.

“Are you going to kill me?”

“Probably not,” Duo said, still smiling thinly. “I don’t want to, but it won’t be any great deal to me if I have to.”

The man dropped his toast. It shook as he pi…

Comic: Any Flavor Soda

Pic: Damned (Duo from Still Breathing)

fic: Still Breathing 2/?

Still Breathing 2/?
by Pinkwhirlwind
Disclaimer:  I do not own Gundam Wing, alas.
Warning: This becoming very much a ghost story....

Notes: This story is a sequel to Breathing.
Still Breathing 1:

There was more to Duo than any sane person might have guessed. Heero watched hours of video. There was something incredibly ambivalent about seeing his own lifeless body manhandled around by the bulkier white boy. It was profoundly uncomfortable to have to accept that he had been dead, for at least a couple of days. That was well beyond some mistaken for dead scenario. It was also disturbing to hear the kind of things his Duo said when no one was listening.

Heero was pretty sure that wanting to fuck a zombie did actually make you a necrophiliac.

As he watched the videos through to their conclusion though, he wasn't actually sure he was a zombie.  To be a zombie, dead …