so misunderstood
I'm tired of reading history. Woe.
Saw POTC again, this time with the mother figure. Who is always as excited as a six year old at the theatre and has an unholy love for Will Turner. More ideas the second time round but I don't feel like typing them up. I have a lot of fic I want to write too which is partly wonderful since that fandom was dead to me after DMC but bad since I'm supposed to be working on original stuff more and...like...classwork/workwork. Oh, double-edged sword.
So anyways, iTunes apperantly can't spell. There's a song on the AWE soundtrack entitled "Singapore". But it shows up as "Singapur" on my playlist. I made fun of it and then it killed my aim. Dangit.
I also had a different ficlet altogether to post now but I couldn't find the image I needed to go with it. So I whipped this up instead. Alas.
P.S. this icon contains one of my most-used phrases. eeeeee
Title: A Healthy Alternative
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: Schuldig, Crawford
AN: for the fruit challenge.
“Schuldig, what are you doing?” Crawford asked with the air of one whom long ago accepted his fate, however cruelly undeserving he perceived it.
The redhead barely glanced his way but still managed a superior look. “Making art.”
“Art.”
“Yes,” said Schuldig. “It’s called David.”
“Out of that large and expensive fruit basket I was sent,” the American clarified.
Schuldig nodded while attaching two oranges to the figure. “I’d be finished, but Nagi stole the banana once he caught on. He called it organic porn. Critics. Blah.”
“I…don’t understand,” Brad said, speaking of Life in general.
Schuldig sneered. “Plebian.”
Saw POTC again, this time with the mother figure. Who is always as excited as a six year old at the theatre and has an unholy love for Will Turner. More ideas the second time round but I don't feel like typing them up. I have a lot of fic I want to write too which is partly wonderful since that fandom was dead to me after DMC but bad since I'm supposed to be working on original stuff more and...like...classwork/workwork. Oh, double-edged sword.
So anyways, iTunes apperantly can't spell. There's a song on the AWE soundtrack entitled "Singapore". But it shows up as "Singapur" on my playlist. I made fun of it and then it killed my aim. Dangit.
I also had a different ficlet altogether to post now but I couldn't find the image I needed to go with it. So I whipped this up instead. Alas.
P.S. this icon contains one of my most-used phrases. eeeeee
Title: A Healthy Alternative
Team: Schwarz
Word Count: 100
Characters: Schuldig, Crawford
AN: for the fruit challenge.
“Schuldig, what are you doing?” Crawford asked with the air of one whom long ago accepted his fate, however cruelly undeserving he perceived it.
The redhead barely glanced his way but still managed a superior look. “Making art.”
“Art.”
“Yes,” said Schuldig. “It’s called David.”
“Out of that large and expensive fruit basket I was sent,” the American clarified.
Schuldig nodded while attaching two oranges to the figure. “I’d be finished, but Nagi stole the banana once he caught on. He called it organic porn. Critics. Blah.”
“I…don’t understand,” Brad said, speaking of Life in general.
Schuldig sneered. “Plebian.”