ode to ohno's handslittlealexJanuary 7 2010, 08:14:20 UTC
Aiba loves Ohno's hands when they fall around his shoulders when they're both drunk and giggling and can barely keep themselves upright, fingers squishing into his cheeks like Ohno's a blind person trying to memorize the face of a new friend
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shh, i just wanted a reason for there to be scars and nicks and scratches ♥
and i am no artist. i just miss being in year three, fingerpainting and playing in the water-and-oil paint trough. seriously, who doesn't love getting their hands dirty? peeling dried glue off your cuticles and scrubbing until your fingers are red-raw and using that scratchy alcohol soap to get oils and grease to get everything sparkling clean. works the same for planting things, getting dirt and grass under your fingernails. probably works for mechanics, too, oil dripping down your arms and grit getting between your fingers. chefs, nicking their fingers with knives and making dough by hand, kneading rough into smooth, squelching mince meat between fingers.
Re: ode to ohno's handsfloweranzaJanuary 8 2010, 06:18:03 UTC
WHAT DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS BEAUTY *____* ♥ I'll raise you one.
Nino's self-ode to his hands, as they are pretty damn awesome.
From the beginning Nino hasn't thought that his hands are idol-ish. They're short (stubby) and capable (just that); they're not long-fingered or slender or pale or anything close to the ideal that makes girls shiver in their seats from the mere thought of it. He gets teased about it, but Nino accepts it with the easy air of someone who's been bullied about everything: the mole on his chin, the roundness of his nose, his height. I can't change them, anyway, Nino thinks prosaically, and goes on with life
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Re: ode to ohno's handsfloweranzaJanuary 11 2010, 14:00:30 UTC
YES YOU CAN WRITE AUGH SORRY, I WANDERED OFF FOR A BIT BUT I'M BACKKKKK ;N; FFFF SO PRETTY. I THINK I'M BAD WITH SHO LOL
Sho's hands have always been full of passion; an off-hand ode.
When he was young people had always told his parents, "That's a good child; he'll get somewhere." Sho had brightened (although those expectations had always been expected of him) and thrown himself into school work and extracurriculars, fingers gripping his pencils and pens with an excited rigidity. It took him a while to realise he was losing himself in the process.
His hands became to mean constraint. Sho would sit up at night over his homework and dream of the freedom of his feet when he was playing soccer, flying over the field. He'd get angrier and angrier watching the shadows of light creeping over his hands, the dip of skin where his pencil had always rested. He hated his hands
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ASDOFHSDFGSDFG I LOVE IT :( so very sho, and so very sho's progression through life & arashi ♥
If Aiba could remember how to use the word 'ode', he might be embarrassed by this one to his handsAiba has always used his hands to experience life. Not that he thinks he can taste with them, or see with them, or anything like that, but his sense of touch has always felt like the most important. Sure, some of it comes from skinship, from his mother and father always hugging and kissing and holding him (he stopped kissing his father when he was twelve, stopped holding hands with his mother when he was fourteen, but they still give each other bear hugs when they meet), but he knows it isn't all nurture. He's always had his hands on things, fingers poking and prodding and testing, since he was a baby rubbing his face against carpet and blankets and stuffed toys until now, when his fingers run over tree bark and hedgehog spines and a lover's skin
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I have to admit to being more than a little bit proud of this one. ♥
That's Aiba! He does things, says things, expresses things simply in his own way, and what makes them so startling and gorgeous is that he doesn't realize that they're thoughtful or deep. That's just who he is. ♥
SO MUCH FUN! :D:D:D And well, I think we should show them off, but that's mostly because I am super proud of all of them. I have reread them all about fifty times each. ;) Where to put them to show off is the question....
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You are amazing.
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and i am no artist. i just miss being in year three, fingerpainting and playing in the water-and-oil paint trough. seriously, who doesn't love getting their hands dirty? peeling dried glue off your cuticles and scrubbing until your fingers are red-raw and using that scratchy alcohol soap to get oils and grease to get everything sparkling clean. works the same for planting things, getting dirt and grass under your fingernails. probably works for mechanics, too, oil dripping down your arms and grit getting between your fingers. chefs, nicking their fingers with knives and making dough by hand, kneading rough into smooth, squelching mince meat between fingers.
mmmmmmmmm life.
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Nino's self-ode to his hands, as they are pretty damn awesome.
From the beginning Nino hasn't thought that his hands are idol-ish. They're short (stubby) and capable (just that); they're not long-fingered or slender or pale or anything close to the ideal that makes girls shiver in their seats from the mere thought of it. He gets teased about it, but Nino accepts it with the easy air of someone who's been bullied about everything: the mole on his chin, the roundness of his nose, his height. I can't change them, anyway, Nino thinks prosaically, and goes on with life ( ... )
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Ode to Jun's hands: aka moments of narcissism, explained.Jun's hands aren't perfect ( ... )
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LIES! LIES I TELL YOU! YOU'RE FUCKING AMAZING AT IT! AND I WILL TAKE NO OTHER ANSWER THAN THAT! XD
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Sho's hands have always been full of passion; an off-hand ode.
When he was young people had always told his parents, "That's a good child; he'll get somewhere." Sho had brightened (although those expectations had always been expected of him) and thrown himself into school work and extracurriculars, fingers gripping his pencils and pens with an excited rigidity. It took him a while to realise he was losing himself in the process.
His hands became to mean constraint. Sho would sit up at night over his homework and dream of the freedom of his feet when he was playing soccer, flying over the field. He'd get angrier and angrier watching the shadows of light creeping over his hands, the dip of skin where his pencil had always rested. He hated his hands ( ... )
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If Aiba could remember how to use the word 'ode', he might be embarrassed by this one to his handsAiba has always used his hands to experience life. Not that he thinks he can taste with them, or see with them, or anything like that, but his sense of touch has always felt like the most important. Sure, some of it comes from skinship, from his mother and father always hugging and kissing and holding him (he stopped kissing his father when he was twelve, stopped holding hands with his mother when he was fourteen, but they still give each other bear hugs when they meet), but he knows it isn't all nurture. He's always had his hands on things, fingers poking and prodding and testing, since he was a baby rubbing his face against carpet and blankets and stuffed toys until now, when his fingers run over tree bark and hedgehog spines and a lover's skin ( ... )
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I love, love his RULES OF LIFE. So very Aiba. Simple, but at the same time oddly deep. ♥
Thank you for indulging me! This has been fun!! ;n; <3 What should we do with these? Keep them a secret, or show them off in their fabulousness?
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That's Aiba! He does things, says things, expresses things simply in his own way, and what makes them so startling and gorgeous is that he doesn't realize that they're thoughtful or deep. That's just who he is. ♥
SO MUCH FUN! :D:D:D And well, I think we should show them off, but that's mostly because I am super proud of all of them. I have reread them all about fifty times each. ;) Where to put them to show off is the question....
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I can crosspost from my community, or you can crosspost from your journal - whichever! These are so awesome, they should go as a set. *UUU*
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this was so much fun. and writing jun's made me want to take better care of my poor ailing winter hands. :(
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