I am here to say in absolute horror that I am completely and utterly stumped on my 
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My first! ever! non-PoT drabble on this journal. And the third ever done, the other two being Harry Potter and Hanakimi respectively.

She looks at the bandage wrapped around his hand, changed not two hours ago and already browning at the edges from soil and sweat; she thinks of a peeled apple left out in the air to oxidise.

“I used to think you were ( Read more... )

I am here for the simple expedient that I need to document my temporary lapse into childhood idiocy, i.e. I nicely asked to borrow my brother's Nintendo DS and spent my evening getting reacquainted with Pokemon (sapphire version, in case anyone was wondering). I was wandering around on route 124 via Swampert's Surf when I decided to go check out my ( Read more... )

and I believe it was - the introduction of American Idol."

I just watched We Will Rock You, which is AN AWESOME BEYOND BELIEF MUSICAL, not just because of the Queen songs but also thanks to the witty pop cultural references, list of which is below under the cut because too much flaily incoherence at this time of the night is. Not so good for the ( Read more... )

The thing about being Chinese, I realise, is that every story imaginable has a moral to it.

No, seriously. My Chinese textbook has what would be really beautiful stories, about Singapore's fading chinatown and falling flowers as a metaphor for the passing of one's father and stuff like that, but they are all irrevocably and inevitably ruined! by ( Read more... )

Part One

Tezuka watches Fuji disappear into the clubroom during practice, wonders when the slant and fall of his fringe became so familiar. He was afraid things might be awkward, but he's forgotten that this is Fuji and Fuji slips into places, situations effortlessly, realigning the edges around himself such that his presence never unduly calls ( Read more... )

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Some days when Gakuto is feeling particularly mellow he pulls up a chair beside the kitchen door and waits for Oshitari to begin his nightly violin practice. The strains of the melody wail faintly through the gap between the floor and the door; Gakuto always makes sure to close it because he doesn’t want Yuushi to see him caring enough to ( Read more... )

ULTIMATE FAIL AT WRITING WITTY EXCHANGES. I'm going to stick to Oshitari/ Gakuto (cries)

“Keigo,” says Oshitari in the middle of episode three of Hana Yori Dango, “I don’t like sauteed cauliflowers.”

Atobe looks up from his careful division of dinner into equal nutritional portions.

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Um, happy birthday,
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A/N: Timeline is marginally screwy :( And I have no idea if I ought to continue or not, it's going in a funny direction. Plus this is the first time I have ever written purely from a Tezuka POV. It is a tiring thing. Also, I actually really like Arashi and Kame and Jin, so no insult is intended with the mention of JE (which is really, really ( Read more... )