LOTS OF RANDOM THINGS!!!
First, this:
Rimmer: I thought it was the worst pile of blubbery schoolgirl mush I have ever been forced to endure. I consider it an insult to my backside to have to sit growing carbuncles through such putrid adolescent slush.
I WISH I COULD PUT THIS ON A STAMP OR ICON OR SOMETHING!! It makes me giggle when I apply this little (or long) quote to the book which I HATE! I mean, really! It's like Rimmer actually had it in mind when he was saying this! Though in all honesty, I have NO IDEA what he was really talking about. Oh well~
Next... Dumb typo's rob me of being awesome~!
Foxxie: Yep~
Foxxie: ... think my cat thinks I'm nuts.
Wicked: I know I do! But why do you say that?
Foxxie: Listening to my MP3... and Queen - One Vision came on... And I was bouncing about and singing along because that is an AWESOME FUCKING TUNE!!! .... and I think she thinks I lost it...
Wicked: Because you did.
Foxxie: *pout* You no like?
Wicked: Nope! I'm bouncing around to Dead Can Dance's Saltarello. MUCH better song.
Foxxie: Nuuuu... One Vision beats that HANDS DOWN!
Wicked: No way. That's QUEEN!
Wicked: >.<
Foxxie: *gasp* ... you're not dissing the almighty Queen, are you??? They RICK!!!
Foxxie: FUCK!
Foxxie: I HATE TYPOS!!
Wicked: *laughs*
Foxxie: *dies from the shame*
Wicked: You just Rick-rolled yourself, hon.
Foxxie: ...
Foxxie: Yanno... I know that... and I wanna KILL RICK ASTLEY!!
I don't think I can be friends with Wicked any longer... SHE DOESN'T LIKE QUEEN!! How can you not like Queen? They're the most awesome band in the history of bands!! But my cat does think I'm mad... My fault for rocking out to Queen just randomly! *grins*
And now... for something of epic embarrassment for me... A drabble...
Wicked wanted me to write her an AtoJi drabble because Tifa's made me fangirl for her Jirou and DA has made me fangirl over her Atobe so I now fangirl them BOTH and together I think they're ADORABLE! ........ So Wicked made me write something. Never said what... so this is what she gets.
And be warned... I have NEVER EVER written ANYTHING PoT related... EVER... and I wish never to do it again... even though Tifa said I need to do one with Gakuto which is gonna kill me because he's a talkative strange little bugger who I'm not sure I could write for!
It was cold. It was raining. And Atobe has no idea why. The weather forecast had said bright and sunny, yet the conditions outside his window were a far cry from the sunny splendour he had envisioned. Worse, he'd actually had plans for today. Plans that had involved a lot of time outside.
He had half a mind to call the weather station and give them a piece of that half.
"S'okay, 'tobe..." A sleepy voice murmured from behind him.
Schooling his features into something a little less thunderous and a little more gentle, Atobe turned to the owner of the voice and offered up the barest smile. "Perhaps, but it is a disappointment." His plan had been a picnic. Just him and Jirou.
It had come about from a random conversation, Atobe wasn't certain how it had started, but the end result was discovering Jirou had never been on a picnic before. Shocked, and with a strange compulsion to right this wrong, Atobe had arranged for a picnic basket to be made for them, a day picked for them, and a time slot of a few hours where they both could enjoy fine foods under a tree on a sunny day. And so far none of that had happened. And wasn't likely to happen today. Or any day for the next week, according to the new weather forecast.
"Ne..." The sleepy voice spoke up again. Jirou was sitting himself up, yawning and stretching in such an endearing way that Atobe couldn't find it in him to be angry about the weather any more. There was something strangely calming about his narcoleptic friend. "If you really want... can't we have it here?"
"Have what here?" The confusion was very plain in Atobe's voice.
"The picnic, silly!" Jirou laughed, looking more awake now, and amused that Atobe hadn't been riding his train of thought with him. Gesturing over to the fire place, he pushed himself to his feet and fairly bounced over, grabbing up the basket as he went. Atobe just stood and watched, unsure what was going on and what Jirou could mean.
His confusion was fleeting. Jirou had the blanket out and was spreading it out in front of the fireplace, and quite inspite of himself, Atobe laughed too. Getting his act together, he walked over to the fireplace to light it. It took him five minutes, long enough for Jirou to arrange the food on the blanket in a way that pleased him.
They sat like that for some time, warmed by the flickering flames, enjoying quiet conversation and good food. At points all words would stop as Atobe fed some morsel to Jirou and watched as the other teen chewed, swallowed and then smiled at him in such a way to make Atobe's heart melt. But the mood would fade and conversation would begin again...
... Until Atobe found himself with a lap full of sleeping boy. Jirou had done well to stay awake for as long as he had, but now he was asleep, curled cat-like and bathed in the warm, orange glow from the fire. Unable to resist the temptation, Atobe lifted a hand. He hesitated for only a moment, before lowering that hand to touch the soft strands of Jirou's hair. Ever so gently, he combed Jirou's hair. He froze at one point when the boy in his lap shifted and moaned, but as he settled and Atobe's heart rate went back to normal, he continued what he was doing. Smiling so sweetly, that, had anyone seen him in that moment, he would have denied it to his dying breath.
Rimmer: I thought it was the worst pile of blubbery schoolgirl mush I have ever been forced to endure. I consider it an insult to my backside to have to sit growing carbuncles through such putrid adolescent slush.
I WISH I COULD PUT THIS ON A STAMP OR ICON OR SOMETHING!! It makes me giggle when I apply this little (or long) quote to the book which I HATE! I mean, really! It's like Rimmer actually had it in mind when he was saying this! Though in all honesty, I have NO IDEA what he was really talking about. Oh well~
Next... Dumb typo's rob me of being awesome~!
Foxxie: Yep~
Foxxie: ... think my cat thinks I'm nuts.
Wicked: I know I do! But why do you say that?
Foxxie: Listening to my MP3... and Queen - One Vision came on... And I was bouncing about and singing along because that is an AWESOME FUCKING TUNE!!! .... and I think she thinks I lost it...
Wicked: Because you did.
Foxxie: *pout* You no like?
Wicked: Nope! I'm bouncing around to Dead Can Dance's Saltarello. MUCH better song.
Foxxie: Nuuuu... One Vision beats that HANDS DOWN!
Wicked: No way. That's QUEEN!
Wicked: >.<
Foxxie: *gasp* ... you're not dissing the almighty Queen, are you??? They RICK!!!
Foxxie: FUCK!
Foxxie: I HATE TYPOS!!
Wicked: *laughs*
Foxxie: *dies from the shame*
Wicked: You just Rick-rolled yourself, hon.
Foxxie: ...
Foxxie: Yanno... I know that... and I wanna KILL RICK ASTLEY!!
I don't think I can be friends with Wicked any longer... SHE DOESN'T LIKE QUEEN!! How can you not like Queen? They're the most awesome band in the history of bands!! But my cat does think I'm mad... My fault for rocking out to Queen just randomly! *grins*
And now... for something of epic embarrassment for me... A drabble...
Wicked wanted me to write her an AtoJi drabble because Tifa's made me fangirl for her Jirou and DA has made me fangirl over her Atobe so I now fangirl them BOTH and together I think they're ADORABLE! ........ So Wicked made me write something. Never said what... so this is what she gets.
And be warned... I have NEVER EVER written ANYTHING PoT related... EVER... and I wish never to do it again... even though Tifa said I need to do one with Gakuto which is gonna kill me because he's a talkative strange little bugger who I'm not sure I could write for!
It was cold. It was raining. And Atobe has no idea why. The weather forecast had said bright and sunny, yet the conditions outside his window were a far cry from the sunny splendour he had envisioned. Worse, he'd actually had plans for today. Plans that had involved a lot of time outside.
He had half a mind to call the weather station and give them a piece of that half.
"S'okay, 'tobe..." A sleepy voice murmured from behind him.
Schooling his features into something a little less thunderous and a little more gentle, Atobe turned to the owner of the voice and offered up the barest smile. "Perhaps, but it is a disappointment." His plan had been a picnic. Just him and Jirou.
It had come about from a random conversation, Atobe wasn't certain how it had started, but the end result was discovering Jirou had never been on a picnic before. Shocked, and with a strange compulsion to right this wrong, Atobe had arranged for a picnic basket to be made for them, a day picked for them, and a time slot of a few hours where they both could enjoy fine foods under a tree on a sunny day. And so far none of that had happened. And wasn't likely to happen today. Or any day for the next week, according to the new weather forecast.
"Ne..." The sleepy voice spoke up again. Jirou was sitting himself up, yawning and stretching in such an endearing way that Atobe couldn't find it in him to be angry about the weather any more. There was something strangely calming about his narcoleptic friend. "If you really want... can't we have it here?"
"Have what here?" The confusion was very plain in Atobe's voice.
"The picnic, silly!" Jirou laughed, looking more awake now, and amused that Atobe hadn't been riding his train of thought with him. Gesturing over to the fire place, he pushed himself to his feet and fairly bounced over, grabbing up the basket as he went. Atobe just stood and watched, unsure what was going on and what Jirou could mean.
His confusion was fleeting. Jirou had the blanket out and was spreading it out in front of the fireplace, and quite inspite of himself, Atobe laughed too. Getting his act together, he walked over to the fireplace to light it. It took him five minutes, long enough for Jirou to arrange the food on the blanket in a way that pleased him.
They sat like that for some time, warmed by the flickering flames, enjoying quiet conversation and good food. At points all words would stop as Atobe fed some morsel to Jirou and watched as the other teen chewed, swallowed and then smiled at him in such a way to make Atobe's heart melt. But the mood would fade and conversation would begin again...
... Until Atobe found himself with a lap full of sleeping boy. Jirou had done well to stay awake for as long as he had, but now he was asleep, curled cat-like and bathed in the warm, orange glow from the fire. Unable to resist the temptation, Atobe lifted a hand. He hesitated for only a moment, before lowering that hand to touch the soft strands of Jirou's hair. Ever so gently, he combed Jirou's hair. He froze at one point when the boy in his lap shifted and moaned, but as he settled and Atobe's heart rate went back to normal, he continued what he was doing. Smiling so sweetly, that, had anyone seen him in that moment, he would have denied it to his dying breath.