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PoT Fic: Perspective, MomoKai PWP
Oct. 13th, 2006 11:45 amThe usual migraine-induced thing.
Perspective by Halrloprillalar /![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
prillalar
Prince of Tennis, MomoKai, R, 600 words.
PWP.
( Momo grabs Kaidoh's ankle and yanks )
Perspective by Halrloprillalar /
prillalarPrince of Tennis, MomoKai, R, 600 words.
PWP.
( Momo grabs Kaidoh's ankle and yanks )
Drabble things.
Aug. 31st, 2006 04:19 pmMigraine, codeine, Gravol, cheese, this. Rated G through R.
( Ace wo Nerae: Be mine, Ochoufujin )
( Prince of Tennis: Girls are sweet )
( Prince of Tennis: Fuji is sweet too )
( Ouran: The light of heaven )
( BSG: Oh, Starbuck, I'm not worthy )
( Slam Dunk: Beloved MitKo, OTP forever )
( Pretty girls make me nervous )
( Ace wo Nerae: Be mine, Ochoufujin )
( Prince of Tennis: Girls are sweet )
( Prince of Tennis: Fuji is sweet too )
( Ouran: The light of heaven )
( BSG: Oh, Starbuck, I'm not worthy )
( Slam Dunk: Beloved MitKo, OTP forever )
( Pretty girls make me nervous )
The paranoia meme works as advertised.
Jul. 14th, 2006 11:19 amI did read all the "10 things" posts that came up on my flist. (I'm not strong enough to resist.) Usually I assume I'm not on the list at all. If I see something like "I like your fic but I don't know you very well" then I think maybe that's me. (I know I'm hard to get to know. It's the same offline.) Otherwise, no.
This time through I did read one negative entry that made me wonder if it was me. But I couldn't bring myself to ask about it.
The result is that now whenever I see this person's posts on my flist, I think, "She doesn't like me." And then I think, "Well, maybe I don't like her. Hmph."
So, success!
NB: This is emphatically NOT a call for people to comment and say they like me. I don't feel generally disliked, I'm not distressed, and I'm comfortable with people disliking me. If you dislike me but still want to read my posts, that's fine. If you dislike me and don't want to read my posts, please feel free to drop me. It won't bother me.
In other news, I have realised that my plan to become a crazy cat lady when I'm old is flawed because I'm allergic to cats. So instead, I will become a crazy Roomba lady with thirty or forty Roombas scuttling around my one-room apartment. I think that's freakier than cats anyhow.
This time through I did read one negative entry that made me wonder if it was me. But I couldn't bring myself to ask about it.
The result is that now whenever I see this person's posts on my flist, I think, "She doesn't like me." And then I think, "Well, maybe I don't like her. Hmph."
So, success!
NB: This is emphatically NOT a call for people to comment and say they like me. I don't feel generally disliked, I'm not distressed, and I'm comfortable with people disliking me. If you dislike me but still want to read my posts, that's fine. If you dislike me and don't want to read my posts, please feel free to drop me. It won't bother me.
In other news, I have realised that my plan to become a crazy cat lady when I'm old is flawed because I'm allergic to cats. So instead, I will become a crazy Roomba lady with thirty or forty Roombas scuttling around my one-room apartment. I think that's freakier than cats anyhow.
"You aren't affected by advertising. But everyone else is. Let us help."
"Traditional advertising is dying but we're all zombie masters."
"There's a sucker born every minute. Let us introduce you to him."
"We'll tell you what to do, so just shut up and write a cheque."
"Our core values are money and beer. Not necessarily in that order."
"We promise not to talk about you behind your back like all the other agencies do."
"A hug with every project!"
Kill me now.
"Traditional advertising is dying but we're all zombie masters."
"There's a sucker born every minute. Let us introduce you to him."
"We'll tell you what to do, so just shut up and write a cheque."
"Our core values are money and beer. Not necessarily in that order."
"We promise not to talk about you behind your back like all the other agencies do."
"A hug with every project!"
Kill me now.
Today was the day when I had to dress up to make a presentation and also the day when I had to crawl around getting computers ready and also the day when I had a fracking migraine and couldn't take any drugs because I had to make a presentation but I got through it all and now today is the day when I am at home and have drugs and a blankie and pizza is on its way.
I think I'll watch Planet of the Apes. I've always had a crush on Dr Zira.
I think I'll watch Planet of the Apes. I've always had a crush on Dr Zira.
Ten Things I Assume You Know About Me
Nov. 30th, 2005 02:02 pm1. I am the re-incarnation of William Shatner.
2. I won the 1994 Nobel Prize in Literature for my Harry Potter drabble Perfection.
3. I have a conjoined twin.
4. I trap muskrats for a living.
5. I lost all my body hair in a freak accident involving a particle accelerator, a jar of chunky peanut butter, and Jackie Chan. If only we had used smooth!
6. I ended the NHL strike.
7. I know everything. Except how to mend a broken heart.
8. I am the true voice of Homer Simpson.
9. I invented Post-Its.
10. I think most memes are just an excuse for us to talk endlessly about ourselves.
At some point, I will post something that isn't either pure snark or pure crack. Probably not this week, though. It must be sunspots.
2. I won the 1994 Nobel Prize in Literature for my Harry Potter drabble Perfection.
3. I have a conjoined twin.
4. I trap muskrats for a living.
5. I lost all my body hair in a freak accident involving a particle accelerator, a jar of chunky peanut butter, and Jackie Chan. If only we had used smooth!
6. I ended the NHL strike.
7. I know everything. Except how to mend a broken heart.
8. I am the true voice of Homer Simpson.
9. I invented Post-Its.
10. I think most memes are just an excuse for us to talk endlessly about ourselves.
At some point, I will post something that isn't either pure snark or pure crack. Probably not this week, though. It must be sunspots.
Like a simile.
Oct. 15th, 2005 09:43 pmWrite this down, the migraine said, and so I did.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh like a thing that doesn't hit you at all, but instead sneaks up on you like a flower closed tightly in the night and the next morning blooms into you can't stop staring at Inui-senpai's ass in his track pants.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh like a stick strikes a gong and everyone can hear you walk into doors and fail your math quiz and double-fault when Inui-senpai is beside the court watching you serve.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh right between the eyes, like an incurable disease that makes your palms sweaty and your stomach churn and you can't get the words out of your throat when Inui-senpai asks you how many kilometres you ran last night.
"You're three weeks behind schedule," Inui-senpai said and made a note in his book. He kissed Kaidoh like the first slow bite into a sun-warmed peach and the juice runs down your chin and makes your fingers all sticky and terrifies you with its sweetness.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh and it was the first time that Kaidoh couldn't hit back.
And the first time he didn't want to.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh like a thing that doesn't hit you at all, but instead sneaks up on you like a flower closed tightly in the night and the next morning blooms into you can't stop staring at Inui-senpai's ass in his track pants.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh like a stick strikes a gong and everyone can hear you walk into doors and fail your math quiz and double-fault when Inui-senpai is beside the court watching you serve.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh right between the eyes, like an incurable disease that makes your palms sweaty and your stomach churn and you can't get the words out of your throat when Inui-senpai asks you how many kilometres you ran last night.
"You're three weeks behind schedule," Inui-senpai said and made a note in his book. He kissed Kaidoh like the first slow bite into a sun-warmed peach and the juice runs down your chin and makes your fingers all sticky and terrifies you with its sweetness.
Adolescence hit Kaidoh and it was the first time that Kaidoh couldn't hit back.
And the first time he didn't want to.
