and she wonders where these dreams go, 'cause the world got in her way

[bonnefois]

Argh, I've been sick most of the day. Stupid heat. Stupid polluted fruits.

Anyways. Spent most of day sleeping fitfully and typing out notebook!fic which might be finished sooner or later. Fluff for Ammy?


I love dinosaur comics also Jimi sent this to me and I about died laughing.

Ok, as I survived life, JD’s equation and dimension_shop, it’s time for something else.


Five things meme. That’s right.

You know what I mean, make a request like say, “Five Times Umeda Didn’t Hate The Idiot (And No, Not Love. Shut Up.)” Or “Five Times Soren Acted Like A Jealous Girlfriend”

Pairing list preference here, I'll write pairings other than my preferences, btw!

Although I might have to refuse at times because I can't write x character to save my life/etc. If you're really unsure, just put down more than one. Oh yeah, and multiples are always allowed.

Like any request from me, I have to disclaim that I'm really prone to wandering off and I may never get to yours. I suck, I know.

And left public so anyone can request.

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Five Ways Okita Sougo Tried to Kill Hijikata Toshirou

[measuringlife.livejournal.com]

5.
Once he tried a complex contraption that would cause Hijikata to fall face-first into his doom upon waking. However, the results were less than satisfactory, no explosions, no fire, and the set-up was a far too complex. It turned out that Hijikata’s skull was far too thick to be even dented by being slammed into the wall. Okita chalks this up as one of his failures.

4.
After that “cooking” attempt, Okita officially has to test the food for the whole division before eating it. (Anyone using that many Thai peppers in a soup only could be a sadist. And rat poison does not taste like salt...or sugar for that matter.)

3. Taxi-cab. ‘Nuff said.


2. Okita claims that the okama incident was a top-secret mission gone awry. And that missile wasn’t aimed for Hijikata, but Okita certainly wouldn’t have minded the results. Unfortunately, Hijikata picked up a penny at that exact moment and Retzl’s fruit market became Retzl’s On Fire market.

1.

Okita had called something of a truce, but Hijikata knew something wasn’t right. He was being too nice, there hadn’t been one death attempt all week. More than a little edgy at the prospects, he was even checking his cigarettes now for bomb detonators. (Paranoia only applies to places where the constant danger, aka Okita isn’t present.)

When he received mysterious chocolates, he was sure they were poisoned, and he really had no clue how all those copies of BexBoy got to laying about. (He did look through one. To check for possible hidden weapons only, of course.)

And he really didn’t expect to find Okita on his desk in a sailor-fuku.

Okita smiled too wide (creepy), he jumped up from the desk and leaned up to kiss Hijikata. Okita was a better kisser than he would’ve guessed, though he definitely had a penchant for biting.

Hijikata felt something very hard against his pants as Okita pressed against him.

“Is that a rocket in your pocket, or are you just glad to see me?”

Okita’s smile said all.

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Obviously Okita is trying the femme fatale method of killing.