University of Hawaii accepted me! And I has a fellowship! :DDD ...I was not expecting either of these things to happen. But yeah, I guess I'm basically getting paid to study Japanese in Hawaii for a year?
Voice 11: This drama trusts humanity. It doesn't believe in evil, it believes in reasons and emotions behind actions, that someone who has committed a horrible crime could eventually feel remorse. In some ways it's a naive viewpoint (they didn't get anywhere near addressing cold-blooded crime), but I think it's good to have entertainment with that kind of perspective.
As for the episode itself: Aww <3 I'm satisfied with how everything concluded. And even police guy got a moment of adorableness!
Saiyuuki 1: (As in the live-action drama starring Katori Shingo.) I've actually read the original story (well, in English), which spans four really long books and mixes all sorts of eastern religious figures together. I did this voluntarily, and I wrote a really bad paper on it. But! After reading through all 81 (or so) trials and tribulations, I'm kind of fond of the monk and his companions, so I'm curious about adaptations of the story. So far, I'm actually pretty happy with this drama. In terms of development, I think they brought in some elements of the story a little too soon, but overall I think the characterization and the atmosphere fits pretty well. And I don't care that they made the monk female, the original was a whiny girl anyway.
Shukudai-kun #130: MATSUJUN WHAT WAS THAT
Also, more fic. SMAP fic!
Shingo likes to touch people. He rests his hands on their shoulders, leans on them, hugs them like he doesn't want to let go. The sensation of someone else's warmth next to his skin is comforting to him, reassuring like holding a favorite blanket or stuffed animal; it gives him a sense of connection and closeness that words alone can't achieve.
Not everyone likes to be touched, though, which is something Shingo can't quite fathom. He's disappointed when Nakai won't hold his hand, when Kimura leans away from an enthusiastic hug. He knows that he's supposed to be grown-up now, that grown-up men aren't supposed to hold hands or hug, but sometimes the need for that contact is more than he can take.
Shingo leans on Tsuyoshi, and Tsuyoshi shifts his weight to support him.
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It seems silly that, after more than twenty years of concerts and television shows, he still gets nervous. Clammy hands, stomache butterflies, disconnected thoughts-- he can't even talk to a friend's answering machine without stuttering, how can he be expected to be calm and composed in front of millions of strangers?
But in those moments when he is at his most awkward and uncertain-- when the guest is descending the stairs, when they are waiting backstage before a concert, when he is trying to think of something insightful and witty to say before the camera focuses on him and maybe he isn't cut out for this business after all-- there is a hand on his shoulder, steady and strong, grounding his nervous energy with its presence.
Shingo's weight is warm and solid and familiar, and Tsuyoshi stands a little straighter to support it.