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Sep. 30th, 2005 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tammaiyaI know my washing has reached critical proportions when I can fill an entire wash-basket with underwear and nightwear.
Then again, my laundry has USUALLY reached this point by the time I actually get around to doing it. *contemplates*
Apparently, Waltzing Matilda has two tunes. The more common one is Scottish. This is the Irish one. It's pretty. (The fact that such a fundamentally Aussie song is about a thiever of sheep-- jumbucks-- who drowns himself and has its melodic origins in the UK says a lot about early Australia, I think.)
I DO believe in getting my uni work done, I do, I do!
Also my writing. Speaking of which, have a small excerpt from the fic I'm currently writing, and The X Fic Wot Never Happened. (It would have been the second one ever, if it had.)
Seishirou beamed happily. “I’ve always wanted a daughter. Let’s call her Sakura!”
“That would make her name Sakurazuka Sakura!”
“Yes?”
“NO. Look, she’s already got a name, and it’s a perfectly good one!”
“Well, if you really insist, Subaru-kun.”
“Yes, I do.” Subaru paused, suspicious of Seishirou’s conciliatory response. “And we’re not calling Fuuma Sakura, either.”
“Subaru-kun, how could you suggest such a thing?”
“Thank god.”
“We should call him Pochi instead.”
“SEISHIROU-SAN!”
“Seishirou-san…” Subaru murmured softly, sounding much closer to a wounded child than he would have liked. He was so preoccupied by staring blankly into the space that Seishirou had occupied that he was completely taken by surprise when Hokuto slapped him across the face- not hard, but it was the action in and of itself that shocked him.
“Idiot!” she snapped, beating her fist against his shoulder for emphasis. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” Subaru asked faintly.
“Don’t tell me you’re just going to let him go!”
“Hokuto-chan,” Subaru said, voice strained, “he killed you.”
“Yeah, so? If I can get past it, you certainly can,” she pointed out reasonably.
Perhaps that is actually salvageable. That is for another time, however. A time when I don't have five billion other things to write.
I ALSO believe in writing the things I'm supposed to be writing. I've held up truth or drabble for about 5 months now. *eyes list guiltily*
Then again, my laundry has USUALLY reached this point by the time I actually get around to doing it. *contemplates*
Apparently, Waltzing Matilda has two tunes. The more common one is Scottish. This is the Irish one. It's pretty. (The fact that such a fundamentally Aussie song is about a thiever of sheep-- jumbucks-- who drowns himself and has its melodic origins in the UK says a lot about early Australia, I think.)
I DO believe in getting my uni work done, I do, I do!
Also my writing. Speaking of which, have a small excerpt from the fic I'm currently writing, and The X Fic Wot Never Happened. (It would have been the second one ever, if it had.)
Seishirou beamed happily. “I’ve always wanted a daughter. Let’s call her Sakura!”
“That would make her name Sakurazuka Sakura!”
“Yes?”
“NO. Look, she’s already got a name, and it’s a perfectly good one!”
“Well, if you really insist, Subaru-kun.”
“Yes, I do.” Subaru paused, suspicious of Seishirou’s conciliatory response. “And we’re not calling Fuuma Sakura, either.”
“Subaru-kun, how could you suggest such a thing?”
“Thank god.”
“We should call him Pochi instead.”
“SEISHIROU-SAN!”
“Seishirou-san…” Subaru murmured softly, sounding much closer to a wounded child than he would have liked. He was so preoccupied by staring blankly into the space that Seishirou had occupied that he was completely taken by surprise when Hokuto slapped him across the face- not hard, but it was the action in and of itself that shocked him.
“Idiot!” she snapped, beating her fist against his shoulder for emphasis. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What?” Subaru asked faintly.
“Don’t tell me you’re just going to let him go!”
“Hokuto-chan,” Subaru said, voice strained, “he killed you.”
“Yeah, so? If I can get past it, you certainly can,” she pointed out reasonably.
Perhaps that is actually salvageable. That is for another time, however. A time when I don't have five billion other things to write.
I ALSO believe in writing the things I'm supposed to be writing. I've held up truth or drabble for about 5 months now. *eyes list guiltily*
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Date: 2005-09-30 04:34 pm (UTC)CCS!X is getting more complicated by the second. XD It was spawned by this very simple and silly observation:
"Hey, Sakura says her parents were married from when Nadeshiko was 16 to when she was 25. That's like Seishirou and Subaru! Only not, with the marriage. Seishirou/Subaru if Subaru really WAS a dorky vet! :D"
As for the afterlife one... it's actually 8000 words long already. I was writing it over a year ago, before I'd even entered into fandom, but I got stuck on it and forgot about it.
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Date: 2005-09-30 05:09 pm (UTC)They definitely do, yes! And yeah, Fujitaka was a teacher.
Trying to work out the conceptual mechanisms of the afterlife was part of what slowed me down. XD And yep, post Final Day, on the basis that Kamui won but everyone is dead.
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Date: 2005-10-03 04:24 am (UTC)Kamui just can't win, can he? *pets him*
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Date: 2005-10-23 04:59 am (UTC)