Ah, Friday. The penultimate day of our Week of the Killer Quizzes. And, unfortunately, the penultimate day of my work week. But it does give me the excuse to use the word "penultimate" a bunch of times, and what better purpose could a day serve? ::grumble from shadowy corner::

Oh. Right. It could also serve to deliver some quizzes. The parchments please, Sev? ::clears throat::

You Are a Lynx You are a quiet observer of the world around you. Your wisdom comes from listening carefully. You've always been extra sensitive and aware. And it's made it difficult for you to fit in. You see past people's outward personas. You are able to penetrate a stranger's soul. What you've learned about people is both beautiful and ugly. And you keep these secrets to yourself.

What Big Cat Are You?

Well. Sometimes I keep those secrets to myself: I am a writer, after all. But I do like the idea of being a lynx. I would've expected to be that or perhaps a mountain lion.

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You're Twinkly Mini-Bursts Your firework self sizzles and shines, a burst of silvery-sprinkle love that's just out of reach. Proving that people (and fireworks) don't have to be blindingly bright or screamingly loud to attract attention, you have a subtle sparkle that's absolutely irresistible. Around you, everyone "oohs" in amazement, like when a superstar steps onto a red carpet, setting off a swarm of blinky paparazzi flashes. You shower compliments, happy energy, and love on everyone around you, and they feel lucky to be in your presence.

Damn straight. I am a shimmering, glowing star in the cinema firmament. ::bats lashes:: Anyway, I like the idea of being a more subtle firework, especially one that enjoys shining happiness and love on those around me. If, that is, they're willing to bask in it. ...Otherwise, I'm probably just creepy.

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Which Highlander Villain Are You?
Bwahahahaha! Of course I get the villain who's not really a villain! But can I just say how very, very, very delighted I am to have Methos as my result? My favorite Highlander character.... The man whose voice and cheekbones and nose make me weak in the knees.... And that accent! And that sarcasm! Oh, Methos (or Peter Wingfield)...is it any wonder that you were my first celebrity crush? Sigh. I know you're busy working to become a doctor and all, but how I do miss you....