Only good things

[ciircee]

I dropped my laptop by accident and now he is retarded. I hope Ed can fix him. For now, I am borrowing his computer. BUT OTHER THAN THAT, GOOD THINGS.

Meme from the flist (namely honeypuffed and gimmick_game): * Anyone who looks at this entry has to post this meme and their current wallpaper on their LiveJournal.
* Explain in five sentences why you're using that wallpaper!
* Don't change your wallpaper before doing this! The point is to see what you had on!


My wallpaper! *swoons* It was a present from tangiblewhimsy and I LOVE HER, OKAY? With spazzing and hearts and stuff.





Now make it desktop sized (which Aya DID, because she is too good to me) and add the icons from my previous desktop and you'd have my desktop from before Taiyou had his brain injury. I knew I should have named him Mycroft.


Also! Also! honooko wrote me fic! It is glorious. It is a beautiful, beautiful Sho/Ohno/Nino fic. It's so al;sdkjfl;skjdf HI, I LOVE YOU. It makes me a little speechless with pure joy.

AND! je_fqfest started posting the fics today! The one written for ME was already posted. It's Ohmiya. It's Letters From Iwo Jima Ohmiya. I am so happy. It's masturbation and memories and porn and it is lovely. But I do recommend checking out the entire fest. It is going to be EPIC. Also: It's porn.

je_ficgames is going to start posting soon, so be on the look out for that!

Finally: New Arashi album. I have the rip. I'm really loving it so far. It's kinda a new direction for them, though. More dance and Euro-beat than concert-hype-up. I like it, though. Oh, Junface. Nino, make the jazz hands and I'll be happy. Aiba, wtf? :D :D :D Oh-chan, ♥ as always. Sho! T-A-B-Oh,Oh is right.

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[gimmick-game.livejournal.com]

Aiba's solo belongs on DDR 4th mix, fo serious.

From a recent interview

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Q6: What colour are your futon covers?

Ohno: Brown. But I rarely ever sleep in my futon. I sleep on the sofa. (laughs) I get a backache when I sleep on a futon. It’s cold in winter, so I give it my best shot at sleeping in the futon, though. (laughs) From August till October it’s been the sofa all the way. And the colour of the sofa? It’s white.

Nino: White, I think? I’m guessing that it’s white? With some nuances in it.

Jun has his head in his hands. Sho is pinching the bridge of his nose. Aiba has both eyebrows raised.

"Ah, Nino," he says.

Ohno is half asleep and leaning on Aiba. Possibly he's drooling a tiny bit. Which is the least sexy thing Nino has ever seen.

"Hm?" Nino turns a page in his manga and pretends that he's not looking at the others.

"You--" Aiba says. Then, "You really..."

"You might as well have said 'I can't remember what color my bed is becase I'm sleeping with Ohno all the time'!" Sho bursts out.

"My bed is white, with Leader in it," Jun adds.

Ohno looks up. "Actually, there's not room on my couch so half the time we end up fu--"

"Oh, god!" Sho interrupts.

"Why not use the futon?" Aiba asks.

Jun downs his coffee like it's something strong and alcoholic.

Nino frowns. "Just because my bed might be white and Oh-chan's couch is white doesn't mean anything--who's going to make that leap? Sho's sheet's are ivory and that's a kind of white. Are people going to think I'm sleeping with Sho, too?"

Aiba looks interested.

Jun and Sho look like they regret ever starting this conversation.

Ohno looks at Nino. "I bet his bed is bigger than my couch."

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[gimmick-game.livejournal.com]

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CIRCE. OH MY GOD ILU SO FUCKING MUCH YOU HAVE NO IDEEEEAAAAA

Re: From a recent interview

[honeypuffed.livejournal.com]

what are you doing oh man how is this so great ;___;

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[nicefinalbeam.livejournal.com]

HAWT!

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[waxrose.livejournal.com]

Ajdhdkdl;jdk! :D :D :D

I personally love Sho describing his sheets as ivory. Such class.

[nicefinalbeam.livejournal.com]

WHY HELLO THERE. ♥

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Remember the stairs that went nowhere? (http://community.livejournal.com/ohmiyaday/24921.html?thread=932953#t932953)

Their little house is gold with a blue shingled roof and one room. It has the world's tiniest refridgerator and a hotplate and box for groceries instead of a cupboard. It only has electricty when they turn the generator on. The generator is in a little shed (weathered grey wood) along with the stuff they leave behind--like fishing poles and...well, fishing poles.

It is the most impractical house on the planet.

But there are three steps down to the hot-sand beach (or three steps up to the cut-crystal-knobbed door) and it is the most perfect house that Ohno has ever built.

He and Nino don't spend much time in it.

Ohno fished in his little boat or off the dock and Nino slept in the soft sand and grass at base of the palm trees. There are sixteen trees on their little island and four of them are on the beach that cradled their little house. The dock, and Ohno's little motorboat, were the only ways to get to their house. Nino got seasick but always felt better after he laid out their futon and went for a nap in the sun-dappled shade.

"Hey, Nino," said Ohno.

The sand shifted and a moment later. "Oh-chan?" Nino's voice was sleepy and indistinct.

Ohno reeled in his line and stood up, the dock creaking under his feet, sturdy and well built but tiny all the same. The sand shifted and it took three steps to reach Nino's side. Ohno reached a hand down to him. "Let's go home," he said.

And Nino didn't look at the dock or the ocean or the island in the distance that had the airport that would bring them back to Tokyo and Arashi and their apartments.

Nino looked up the beach at the house with its stairs. "Okay."

Maybe one day they'd retire to their tiny island, where Jun was the absentee King. Maybe one day they'd show the others their perfect house. Maybe one day they'd build a guest house in green and red and purple.

Maybe one day wasn't as important as Nino's hand in his and the stairs that went up (and down) and the question of what to have for dinner that night.

[nicefinalbeam.livejournal.com]

I DO REMEMBER. ;________; ♥

thanks! this makes me happy. :)

[honeypuffed.livejournal.com]

your wallpaper is so adorable eeee c:

More dance and Euro-beat <- pretty sure this is like, the description my brain has been searching for but not finding.

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Nino and Jun had done CMs in the same building and were, therefore, in the same company car when they arrived for AnS (mark II) shooting. They were also the last to get there.

Sho and Aiba and Ohno were sitting on the long couch. There were papers spread everywhere with crude diagrams and flow charts. Sho and Aiba appeared to be showing Ohno how they worked and Ohno was translating it into a workable masterplan.

Jun looked at Nino.

Nino stepped back into the hall.

"Whatever this is," said Jun, "whatever they're planning, I'm too tired to fight it. So I'm going to just give in with some attitude and sharp comments."

Nino frowned. "Yeah. Me too."

Jun nodded and pulled the door open. "Hey," he said as Nino pulled the door shut. "What's up?"

Ohno looked up. "Sho and Aiba-chan had a great idea," he said. "We're making it all neat and ready for you guys."

"It's an orgy plan," Sho said.

"We sorted it out so nobody gets left out," Aiba added.

Nino looked at Jun and jerked his head at the door.

"Hold that thought," Jun said and opened the door again, leading the way back out. He closed the door, shutting out the orgy planning and leaving himself and Nino with an escape route and a head start.

"I think we need to regroup," Nino said. "They planned an orgy. An orgy."

Jun looked at the door. And then at Nino. "I had two hours of sleep last night. As long as I don't have to bang anybody, I'll go along with it."

Nino rubbed his forehead. "Shit. Okay, that goes for me too. Still want to fight them on it, for form's sake?"

"Yeah, might as well."

Opening the door, they went back inside.

[honeypuffed.livejournal.com]

LAUGHING SO HARD, AHAHA. GOD I REALLY LOVE YOU

[tangiblewhimsy.livejournal.com]

I was wandering by and noticing everyone's getting commentfic. Your are a busy bee. I shamelessly submit myself to your amazing will.

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Sometime in the not-incredibly-distant future of the fish au (http://still-ciircee.livejournal.com/68161.html)...

Nino watches the hyper guy (Mirror-man, Aiba-chan, he reminds himself) practically drown himself in puppies, with the enthusiastic help of Ohno, before he looks at the serious guy (newscaster, Sakurai-san) in front of him. "You got a fish, too?" he asks.

The other guy (prince-like, attitude, MatsuJun) snorts and rolls his eyes, giving Sho a look.

Nino's a little jealous. It's the kind of look you give somebody that you know and know well. The kind of look that takes ten years of living in each other's pockets to perfect. It's silent communication and Nino doesn't have that because he doesn't have a partner for it. The closest he gets is Ikuta Toma.

Sakurai brings his attention back by coughing lightly into his fist. "Ninomiya-san," he says.

"It's just Nino," he corrects. He intercepts and interprets the look between Sakurai and Matsumoto this time. "It's not just him," he says, flicking a look down the rows to Ohno. "It's everybody."

"Ninomiya-san," Sakurai says again.

It makes Nino think of the day his dad moved out of the house to be with his girlfriend. He carefully blanks out everything in his heart so that he can listen.


Seven hours later, as he locks up the shop, he hears the soft, hesitant sound of Ohno clearing his throat. "I took them to the airport," he says.

Nino doesn't turn around. "They flew out just for the day? Man, you idol stars sure have money to burn."

"I'm sorry," Ohno says and Nino does turn then. Ohno's round face and dark skin and his sun-bleached hair are all there, along with the tense set of his shoulders and the unhappy frown that tugs at his mouth.

Nino pockets the shop keys. "Hey, it's not the first time I've had somebody show up and tell me to stop getting my homo all over their straight friend." It's not even the second or third, which Nino finds funny, in a really pathetic sort of way. (Though he's not sure he can really count the time with Ryo and Toda-chan because one, Erika was a girl and two, Ryo was gayer than Nino could ever hope to be.) "At least your guys brought scandal rags. I didn't have to go over to the combini to actually pay for them, I mean. That was nice."

"Really, Nino," says Ohno and because Nino can see him reaching out to catch his elbow, he turns and starts walking, heading home. "Nino," Ohno says again. "They didn't--it's not like they meant it like that."

Like that. Nino sometimes thinks of moving to America where it's at least bad manners to mean things 'like that'. "You've worked with gay guys before."

"Kaba-chan was work," Ohno mumbles defensively. "And the okama bars and the gay bars...they were work. Not like this. This is..."

He doesn't finish and he is silent as he trails along after Nino. Nino doesn't talk. Just clatters along one street, down another, past the dry cleaners and the noodle place and the cafe and around the park. Right up to his house, where he still lives with his mother and his sister. He can hear one of his sister's stupid movies drifting though the open window. "It's not like--" Nino starts.

"Sho-kun and Aiba-chan and Jun-kun, they're just worried about me. About Arashi. We've--"

"Not like we're dating or anything," Nino waves him off. "I know why they came. You guys have worked your asses off. It's not just you and me, it's them and everybody else. I get that. And it's not like we're anything. We just hang out. If you can't hang out, you can't. Whatever. It's a big island."

Which is a blatant lie but if Nino can live a block away from his father and never speak to him then he can sure as hell live half way across town from Ohno Satoshi and deal with it.

Even if he doesn't really want to.

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He lifts one hand. "See ya around, Oh-chan," he says.

And startles when Ohno grabs the back of his shirt. "I've wanted to kiss you since the first time I saw you. Playing your game at the shop. I thought you were beautiful and I wanted to kiss you."

For a second Nino's mind swoops dizzingly. "That's not going to help us break up here," he says, staring at his front door.

"I thought you should know," Ohno tells him implacably. "You should know. My heart pounds and I want to see you all the time and I keep hoping you'll do something so that we can kiss. Every time we hang out, I feel it in my gut. That I'm with you and you're with me. We've been dating. We've been dating for months. That's what you should know."

Shit, Nino thought. "Well, I'm not going to kiss you goodbye or anything stupidly romantic. Let's face it, if we kiss we're going to want to keep doing it. So." He took a deep breath and let it out again, feeling the way his shoulders rose and fell. He turned around and grinned at Ohno. Stuck his hand out and heartily shook the one that Ohno automatically put into is. "Best of luck, Oh-chan. Thanks for all the hard work and all that other stuff."

He might have, he realized suddenly, underestimated Ohno Satoshi. So gentle and spaced-out and funny and sweet and a mama's boy and a ocean-loving fish-junkie...yeah, he might have missed a few things because none of that was in evidence on Ohno Satoshi's face. He was sharp and present, focused and it was a little overwhelming, that power and confidence. "We're not breaking up," Ohno told him. "I don't know what we're going to do but--" his phone rings, cutting him off.

Nino kind of loves whoever is on the other end.

"Ah, Jun-kun," Ohno says. He pauses. "Am I on speaker? Oh. Hi, Sho-kun, Aiba-chan." Another pause. It's a long one. Nino would go to his door but Ohno's got a vice-like grip on his hand. "Yeah, he's sensible like that," Ohno says.

Nino looks skyward. "Yeah, your Sakurai and I hit it off when I agreed that you were an idiot who didn't realize how bad this looked."

Ohno looks back at him. Still crackling with that dangerous energy. "Probably." And then. "No. And I have to go right now because he's trying to do the right thing." He hangs up and Nino stares at him a little. "They liked you," Ohno tells him.

"Great. We're breaking up."

"Nope."

"Look, if I say we're breaking up, then we're breaking up," Nino protested. "I--this is stupid. This is the stupidest thing I've ever said."

Ohno's edges seem to fade under his smile. "I have drama filming soon. Come see me in Tokyo."

"Hell no," Nino snaps. "I'm dumping you."

"Let's have dinner with your mom and Kazue," Ohno says.

Nino watches Ohno Satoshi walk past him and up to the door and inside and... "Damn it, Oh-chan." He stalks after him and slams the door shut.

Ohno pushes him against it and the next thing Nino knows is the there-and-gone touch of Ohno's lips against his own. His jaw drops and his knees turn to water and

"Kazunari?" his mom calls out.

Shit. "I brought my scandal home, Ma," Nino calls out.

Ohno laughs and Nino figures they can break up after dinner. Maybe publicly so that Ohno can't cheat this time.

[tangiblewhimsy.livejournal.com]

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I'm so sorry I fell asleep on you after you stayed up to do this! I feel like a cheater T_T I tried so hard! BUT YOU! YOU AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL PERSON YOU!

I just.... Words are failing me. The simplicity of "No we're not" as Ohno's argument. He doesn't even try to rationalize it or combat Nino's attempts to appeal to any logical nature that might exist in Ohno's head. It's just "Nope!" and then KISSING and Ohno is a complete bastard and...GAH! This storyyyyyyyyyyy. My love for it exists on the most epic of levels.

[honooko.livejournal.com]

I'm so glad you liked the fic. For some reason, whenever I'm writing something involving Sho, it just stops moving. XD

I don't know much SuJu, but you know Nino and Heechul would be trouble.

[still-ciircee.livejournal.com]

Sho's hetero-ness really gets in the way of his gay sometimes. It was a beautiful story. I'm in love with it. I'm going to gay marry it in Canada.


"...can't understand how this could have happened," Sho was saying.

Nino winced and cowered a little more in his very formal and apologetic za-rei position.

From beside him came a spout of Korean.

And an answering flow from in front of him.

He cracked one eye open and looked over at Heechul, who was sitting on his ass, arms around his knees, and looking confused. "Dumbass," he hissed, and nodded to the floor. Heechul gave him a look. "Bow, you moron," Nino told him.

Heechul looked confused. "No."

The Korean in the front of them switched into Chinese.

"Hankyung," Heechul whined. "No Chinese!"

Nino sat up. "Thanks for the Japanese," he said.

"No problem!" Heechul chirped.

"Now get down and bow in apology before Sho has a heart attack."

His Korean partner in crime look confused. Nino pointed at Sho and mimed an explosion. Heechul gave a considering shrug and wriggled around until he was more or less in seiza. "Hankyung," he said and then something, something, something in Korean and the only word Nino caught was 'Super Junior' and 'scandal'.

Sho and Hankyung were both frowning.

"I still don't see how they got married," Ohno piped up.

"Or how it's legal!" Aiba added.

"The fact that they consumated it openly is still a problem," Jun reminded them.

Nino couldn't help grinning at Heechul. "You're still the wife," he told him.

"You're getting a divorce," Sho announced, backed up by the way Hankyung folded his arms and leveled a disappointed look at Heechul.

"I get half," Heechul announced.

"We had a pre-nup!" Nino argued.

Sho looked at Hankyung. "After this, let's go get drunk," he suggested in Chinese.

"And pretend we don't care about them. Or even know them," Hankyung agreed.


(And I know Hankyung isn't really with Super Junior anymore, but I figure he still gives a rat's ass for his friend's career-ending marriage to a Jpop boybander.)

[kegom.livejournal.com]

Your wallpaper is the absolute definition of adorable and I kind of love the idea of a brain-damaged notebook, even though I'm sure that it's very inconvenient for you! ^^"


I'll have to do that meme, but it might totally turn into a Matthew Burne's Swan Lake pimp post...