what the hell you guys
beckerbell: Arashi's reaction to watching Aiba's Himitsu no Arashi-chan promotional appearance where he talked about wearing Nino's underwear. Bonus points for traumatized Jun and Sho, who don't know why they love their stupid bandmates.
(Read: http://aatash.livejournal.com/277119.html?style=mine#cutid1)
Jun was kind of rocking back and forth, whimpering and sometimes glaring at Aiba.
"Oh my god," said Sho, trying to pet Jun soothingly and restrain Nino from open attack at the same time. "Oh my God, Aiba, you idiot." Nino pinched him, so Sho pushed Jun toward Ohno (whose eyes were laughing because Ohno was a stupid jerk), and concentrated on holding Nino back.
"Are you wearing some right now?" said Ohno, in the tone that meant he was playing it off as innocent, but was actually being a little shit.
"OH MY GOD," shrieked Sho in acute trauma, the image burning into his retinas, and accidentally let Nino loose. "OH MY GOD, YOU TAKE THEM OFF RIGHT NOW."
"AND GIVE THEM BACK," he added, flailing as his stupid hair-for-brains bandmates dissolved into cackling laughter, even Jun and Nino. "YOU GUYS SUCK."
mocha_cocoa: Riku being the best knitter in all the Islands. 8D
It's not that he likes it exactly but everybody is sat down one day in school and taught how to knit. It's supposed to improve patience and hand-eye co-ordination and stupid things like that. Also, the other boys get in trouble for complaining that it's girly. Riku just picks out yarn that doesn't look too terrible, bright clear blues and yellows and greens, and starts doing it, because the sooner he gets his stupid potholder for his mother done, the sooner he can never do it again.
After a while, it occurs to him that it's kind of nice to do on the days he's restless and can't go anywhere.
A little after that, he's got a bunch of scraps of paper with math on them and grid-lined sheets with marks on it. It's like math made visible. It's like imposing order on something.
Very much later, the King doesn't even blink when he finds Riku methodically working his way through a pattern for a shawl in a design like foam lying on a beach. It's totally useless of course; there's nobody to give it to and he's probably going to lose it in some world and Heartless are going to rip it apart. He's doing it anyway. He's already made an armlet for the scarred area on his wrist; there's a cable that looks like hearts on it. To remind him. "It's good," the King says, watching Riku's calloused fingers work delicately with the needles and the fine wool, "to remember you can make something."
canis_mCCS and knitting:
One stitch at a time.
This is a christening blanket, made of wool and silk and knit on such fine needles that pricking himself is a fairly ominous threat; he never does. It contains over 50,000 stitches and is about thirteen or fourteen inches wide on each side. Every other row the work grows by eight small stitches. It began with eight stitches, and is now closer to eight hundred. He will work for another ten or fifteen inches, and then work a border, five inches deep. The wool is not quite as fine as the famous cobweb wool of the Shetland Islands, which is a single strand twisted together. He went there once; there was a woman who spun in the dark, who had learned her skill as a very small child. She could not work in the light because the oil of the wool she used must not be allowed to warm any more than the heat her hands provided. She was a very powerful mage. It is still very fine, indeed.
One stitch at a time.
This is a blanket for a child who will never see or use it. It has an eyelet design similar to the blossoms of the Prunus speciosa, among other elements. Every pattern has been chosen to be auspicious in both Eastern and Western thought. The color is a very pale pink.
One stitch at a time.
He is working on it because he must stay and watch what is in the crucible. Eventually it will be a jewel for the eye of a bird. He cannot leave, but he must do something, or brood uselessly.
One stitch at a time.
dipping_sauce:walter invents an ice cream machine
"Because," he says earnestly, looking up at Frederick, "the thing is to keep the mix moving, right?" The little machine thumps away steadily, gears protected by thick walls so they don't get too cold and freeze. "So it's easier like this!"
Frederick eyes him skeptically. The only food machine that has passed his stringent standards was the bread-toaster, and only after Walter had figured out how to keep croissants from flaming up in butter and flaky bits. He rather likes the dish-washing-machine, but he still washes china by hand. There is a long silence while Frederick stares down at the machine, and then at Walter, and the at the machine again. "Can't be worse than the breakfast maker," he says finally, and even goes and gets spoons and bowls.
The ice cream is actually pretty good.