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10 November 2009 @ 01:02 am
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09 November 2009 @ 09:52 pm
I should say I love Gustave Moreau's Bishonen.
I found this amazing look alike with the San Sebastian from the XIX french artist Gustave Moreau and this pose of Takahashi Hiroki. I am sorry I'm Hiroki-centric but I thought you should see this. If this is not the right place to show it, you can delete it ;__;.
Right click to see the complete image.
I found this amazing look alike with the San Sebastian from the XIX french artist Gustave Moreau and this pose of Takahashi Hiroki. I am sorry I'm Hiroki-centric but I thought you should see this. If this is not the right place to show it, you can delete it ;__;.
Right click to see the complete image.
09 November 2009 @ 07:02 pm
09 November 2009 @ 09:54 pm
what are these pictures from? i have googled the phrase that appears beneath the TeniPuri logo several times, and i dont garner very good results. EDIT:
replaced the HUGE pic with link: http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i
sorry about that. LJ has been acting screwy with their cuts for me.
replaced the HUGE pic with link: http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i
sorry about that. LJ has been acting screwy with their cuts for me.
Current Music: art of life by Kite Eishiroh 木手永四郎
09 November 2009 @ 08:16 pm
"Hey, Touya," Hikaru says one day. He's sitting by the window in early winter, looking outside. It's cool, but not cold; the air is grey but not dark enough to be depressing. There's a strange sort of freedom, he thinks, that lingers in the air on days like these, days when Akira wraps his scarf around his neck, but hesitates and stuffs his gloves back in his pocket, settling for the warmth of Hikaru's hand in his instead.
Akira has been steaming hot tea for them both. He brings two cups over, hands one to Hikaru, and sits gracefully down across from him over the goban, perfectly balanced and never spilling so much as a drop from the other one. Hikaru has his legs bent underneath him to one side, half-turned to face the street outside Akira's apartment. He supposes it shouldn't feel so much like Akira's apartment anymore, since Hikaru's basically been living there for five, maybe six months; but he still gives his old place as his address because he and Akira haven't exactly talked about this. There's a lot of things they haven't exactly talked about. He wonders if any of it bothers Akira. Actually, he sometimes wonders if anything bothers Akira that doesn't have to do with Go.
Akira is giving him a curious look, one hand holding his mug, one hand tracing a nonsense pattern on the goban. He's been cutting his hair shorter in the back lately, and slowly letting his pageboy fringe grow longer and shift away from the front. He looks like a pixie. But it's gorgeous on him. Hikaru likes looking at him just long enough sometimes for Akira to know exactly what he's thinking about. Usually Akira will blush and turn pink at the edges, but sometimes he'll just narrow his eyes and look right back.
Now he's just watching Hikaru patiently. They haven't lit the lamps in the living room; the light around them is starting to turn dingy with the faintly stale quality of all light in winter. Hikaru realizes suddenly that he doesn't know if Akira prefers the lights lowered or bright. It seems a strange thing not to know about Akira, considering all the things he does know.
"What is it?" Akira says. He sips his tea as though it's not sending steam floating up over his cheeks. Hikaru's never figured out how he does that, how he can drink tea as though it's perfectly fine and not scalding hot. Maybe he's permanently scorched his tongue or something. "You've been quiet all afternoon."
Hikaru isn't sure what he wants to say. He tugs the throw that Akira's mother knitted for him last Christmas around his knees and tries not to shiver. "Do you ever think about what we'll be in a thousand years?" he says.
"What?" says Akira. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," says Hikaru. "Will we still be here, d'you think? Or will we be...somewhere else? Will we even exist at all?"
Akira gives him a long, searching look. "Is this about Sai?" he doesn't say. It would be a stupid question anyway, since they both know all of Hikaru's weird moods are about Sai, like the one note on a violin that just keeps going out of tune no matter how many times you replace the string.
Instead Akira just takes a long sip of his tea, and looks at Hikaru as though he wants to be the resin and the bow and the violinist, too. Hikaru thinks that actually he probably is all those things, and almost laughs.
"I think that no matter where we are," Akira says at last, "in a thousand years, or two thousand years, or even ten or twenty years, Hikaru--" he uses Hikaru's first name, that's what he does when he wants something to mean more to Hikaru than ever, because he has yet to figure out, or Hikaru has yet to show him, that everything means more to Hikaru when it comes from him--"if we live every day with our whole hearts, here and now, we'll continue to exist."
"That doesn't make any sense," Hikaru says sourly.
Akira gives him a small, sad smile and reaches over to the window to turn on a lamp. Bright, Hikaru thinks. Akira likes it bright. And that does makes sense. He waits for Akira to bring up Go as a metaphor for life or something, because that would make sense, too. But Akira just returns to tracing the pattern on the board and sipping his tea.
"My grandmother died when I was young," Akira says. "After the funeral, I asked my mother where my grandmother had gone, because I was too young then to understand." Hikaru watches his fingers, slim and effortless in the way they move over the board, the way they curl around the mug. "My mother answered that she hadn't gone anywhere. She told me I could find my grandmother every time I looked in the mirror, and every time I went to the park where we used to walk together."
He takes another sip of tea, swallows without really parting his lips. Hikaru could watch Akira sit and do nothing for forever.
"I believe," Akira says, "that our spirits linger in the traces of what we have loved."
Hikaru nods.
"Sai's spirit lingers in you, even after a thousand years," Akira says calmly.
Hikaru looks up, feeling the twist of pain he can never ever seem to let go of, the icicle of it lodging deep in his chest.
Akira's eyes are lowered. He takes another sip of tea. Then he says, "So in twenty minutes, or twenty years, or twenty thousand, I will linger inside of your spirit, and you will linger in mine."
He looks up, his eyes suddenly brilliant and sharp in the white lamplight that floods over them. He holds his hand out to Hikaru over the goban.
Hikaru takes it, and their fingers tangle.
He looks at Akira, who doesn't look away.
Akira has been steaming hot tea for them both. He brings two cups over, hands one to Hikaru, and sits gracefully down across from him over the goban, perfectly balanced and never spilling so much as a drop from the other one. Hikaru has his legs bent underneath him to one side, half-turned to face the street outside Akira's apartment. He supposes it shouldn't feel so much like Akira's apartment anymore, since Hikaru's basically been living there for five, maybe six months; but he still gives his old place as his address because he and Akira haven't exactly talked about this. There's a lot of things they haven't exactly talked about. He wonders if any of it bothers Akira. Actually, he sometimes wonders if anything bothers Akira that doesn't have to do with Go.
Akira is giving him a curious look, one hand holding his mug, one hand tracing a nonsense pattern on the goban. He's been cutting his hair shorter in the back lately, and slowly letting his pageboy fringe grow longer and shift away from the front. He looks like a pixie. But it's gorgeous on him. Hikaru likes looking at him just long enough sometimes for Akira to know exactly what he's thinking about. Usually Akira will blush and turn pink at the edges, but sometimes he'll just narrow his eyes and look right back.
Now he's just watching Hikaru patiently. They haven't lit the lamps in the living room; the light around them is starting to turn dingy with the faintly stale quality of all light in winter. Hikaru realizes suddenly that he doesn't know if Akira prefers the lights lowered or bright. It seems a strange thing not to know about Akira, considering all the things he does know.
"What is it?" Akira says. He sips his tea as though it's not sending steam floating up over his cheeks. Hikaru's never figured out how he does that, how he can drink tea as though it's perfectly fine and not scalding hot. Maybe he's permanently scorched his tongue or something. "You've been quiet all afternoon."
Hikaru isn't sure what he wants to say. He tugs the throw that Akira's mother knitted for him last Christmas around his knees and tries not to shiver. "Do you ever think about what we'll be in a thousand years?" he says.
"What?" says Akira. "What do you mean?"
"I don't know," says Hikaru. "Will we still be here, d'you think? Or will we be...somewhere else? Will we even exist at all?"
Akira gives him a long, searching look. "Is this about Sai?" he doesn't say. It would be a stupid question anyway, since they both know all of Hikaru's weird moods are about Sai, like the one note on a violin that just keeps going out of tune no matter how many times you replace the string.
Instead Akira just takes a long sip of his tea, and looks at Hikaru as though he wants to be the resin and the bow and the violinist, too. Hikaru thinks that actually he probably is all those things, and almost laughs.
"I think that no matter where we are," Akira says at last, "in a thousand years, or two thousand years, or even ten or twenty years, Hikaru--" he uses Hikaru's first name, that's what he does when he wants something to mean more to Hikaru than ever, because he has yet to figure out, or Hikaru has yet to show him, that everything means more to Hikaru when it comes from him--"if we live every day with our whole hearts, here and now, we'll continue to exist."
"That doesn't make any sense," Hikaru says sourly.
Akira gives him a small, sad smile and reaches over to the window to turn on a lamp. Bright, Hikaru thinks. Akira likes it bright. And that does makes sense. He waits for Akira to bring up Go as a metaphor for life or something, because that would make sense, too. But Akira just returns to tracing the pattern on the board and sipping his tea.
"My grandmother died when I was young," Akira says. "After the funeral, I asked my mother where my grandmother had gone, because I was too young then to understand." Hikaru watches his fingers, slim and effortless in the way they move over the board, the way they curl around the mug. "My mother answered that she hadn't gone anywhere. She told me I could find my grandmother every time I looked in the mirror, and every time I went to the park where we used to walk together."
He takes another sip of tea, swallows without really parting his lips. Hikaru could watch Akira sit and do nothing for forever.
"I believe," Akira says, "that our spirits linger in the traces of what we have loved."
Hikaru nods.
"Sai's spirit lingers in you, even after a thousand years," Akira says calmly.
Hikaru looks up, feeling the twist of pain he can never ever seem to let go of, the icicle of it lodging deep in his chest.
Akira's eyes are lowered. He takes another sip of tea. Then he says, "So in twenty minutes, or twenty years, or twenty thousand, I will linger inside of your spirit, and you will linger in mine."
He looks up, his eyes suddenly brilliant and sharp in the white lamplight that floods over them. He holds his hand out to Hikaru over the goban.
Hikaru takes it, and their fingers tangle.
He looks at Akira, who doesn't look away.
09 November 2009 @ 05:04 pm
Hello all,
I was supposed to go to NYC this weekend but plans have fallen through. I have 2 premiere night (Nov 13) tickets for Talk Like Singing, Center Balcony, Row C, seats 105 & 106, which I now cannot use! If you would like them, please reply to this and let me know. I am in San Francisco but the tickets are in NYC with a friend who will gladly meet you.
I hope whoever buys these will blow a big kiss to Shingo for me!
Peace and SMAP,
Atom Anne
p/s And thank you all for keeping this forum up. Without you, where would the English speaking SMAP fans go to? ;-D
I was supposed to go to NYC this weekend but plans have fallen through. I have 2 premiere night (Nov 13) tickets for Talk Like Singing, Center Balcony, Row C, seats 105 & 106, which I now cannot use! If you would like them, please reply to this and let me know. I am in San Francisco but the tickets are in NYC with a friend who will gladly meet you.
I hope whoever buys these will blow a big kiss to Shingo for me!
Peace and SMAP,
Atom Anne
p/s And thank you all for keeping this forum up. Without you, where would the English speaking SMAP fans go to? ;-D
Current Location: San Francisco
Current Music: Sweet Summer Surfing Season
09 November 2009 @ 04:44 pm
An easy one, I think.
The Rules:
+I will give you five clues describing a specific character from the series.
+You're job is to figure out who I am describing from the clues given.
+You will have one week to come up with your answer and post it.
+All comments will be screened.
+Correct answers will earn you two random cards.
+Please be sure to list the character's full name.
The Clues:
1.) I also have a brother who plays tennis.
2.) Though I made my debut as an animated only character, there are some manga-style art of me by Konomi-sensei.
3.) My playstyle is almost exactly like Nanjirou Echizen's.
4.) Dispite appearances, I was once really close to my little brother.
5.) My brother and I are not actually blood related.
WHO AM I?
+Remember, the process of elimination is your best friend.
+Sometimes you won't have to use all clues. You're just good that way. X3
+This game will end: November 16th
+Last week's answer: Tachibana An.
The Rules:
+I will give you five clues describing a specific character from the series.
+You're job is to figure out who I am describing from the clues given.
+You will have one week to come up with your answer and post it.
+All comments will be screened.
+Correct answers will earn you two random cards.
+Please be sure to list the character's full name.
The Clues:
1.) I also have a brother who plays tennis.
2.) Though I made my debut as an animated only character, there are some manga-style art of me by Konomi-sensei.
3.) My playstyle is almost exactly like Nanjirou Echizen's.
4.) Dispite appearances, I was once really close to my little brother.
5.) My brother and I are not actually blood related.
WHO AM I?
+Remember, the process of elimination is your best friend.
+Sometimes you won't have to use all clues. You're just good that way. X3
+This game will end: November 16th
+Last week's answer: Tachibana An.
10 November 2009 @ 12:13 am
Here is the second part of Teniville Sims 2 picspam story!
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji, Momo/Ryoma, Inui/Kaidoh, Taka/Fuji, slight Tezuka/Fuji
Warnings: Image heavy, crack, sexual themes, mild violence, nudity, OOC-ness
( In which the rest of Seigaku move in, the Golden Pair take some big steps in their relationship and Fuji asks Taka on a date. )
Rating: PG-13
Pairings: Oishi/Eiji, Momo/Ryoma, Inui/Kaidoh, Taka/Fuji, slight Tezuka/Fuji
Warnings: Image heavy, crack, sexual themes, mild violence, nudity, OOC-ness
( In which the rest of Seigaku move in, the Golden Pair take some big steps in their relationship and Fuji asks Taka on a date. )
09 November 2009 @ 03:17 pm
So, I went to youtube and seached for every single parody video about dissidia.
( Video Linkage here! )
09 November 2009 @ 08:18 pm
09 November 2009 @ 04:35 pm
Mod changes again, I'm doing Synchro. xD
1) Every week, I will post five random cards.
2) Your job is to check if you have any of them. If you do, comment to this entry stating which card(s) you have, and link to where you have them.
3) The more cards you can match, the better the prize you receive.
4) I will hand out prizes when you comment - no need to wait until the end of the week.
This week's cards:
Ends Monday, 16 Nov 2009
1 card match - 1 random card.
2 card matches - 1 random card, 1 random item.
3 card matches - 2 random cards, 1 random item.
4 card matches - 3 random cards, 1 random item.
5 card matches - 3 random cards, 2 random items.
1) Every week, I will post five random cards.
2) Your job is to check if you have any of them. If you do, comment to this entry stating which card(s) you have, and link to where you have them.
3) The more cards you can match, the better the prize you receive.
4) I will hand out prizes when you comment - no need to wait until the end of the week.
This week's cards:
Ends Monday, 16 Nov 2009
1 card match - 1 random card.
2 card matches - 1 random card, 1 random item.
3 card matches - 2 random cards, 1 random item.
4 card matches - 3 random cards, 1 random item.
5 card matches - 3 random cards, 2 random items.
crushed09 November 2009 @ 06:05 pm
09 November 2009 @ 03:41 pm
○ The following are 5 anagrams of words or phrases related to Tenipuri; your task is to unscramble the letters to reveal the words.
○ In the anagrams, the spaces will be in the correct places, but there with be no other punctuation (hyphens will be replaced with spaces)
○ You will get alternating random cards and random items for each word unscrambled, meaning you can win a maximum of 3 cards and 2 items!
This week's Scrambled Data:
1. IOAAYMRIMD
2. RUAEK HAAINM
3. RUIJ
4. BARES ELMA
5. AHUEIMAK IWIONJ UN KOKTRY
This round will close next Monday; November 16th.
Last round's answers were: Shitenhouji, Tachibana Kippei, Impressive, Seto Kouji, Geki dasa daze
09 November 2009 @ 01:20 pm
hiii hisashiburi >.<
some kiriban oekaki from me
Shishido Ryo as a model
Kiriban 2828 -Shishido- by *Senkoku on deviantART
some kiriban oekaki from me
Shishido Ryo as a model
Kiriban 2828 -Shishido- by *Senkoku on deviantART
09 November 2009 @ 11:20 am
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aggravated
aggravated09 November 2009 @ 12:20 am
Title: Disobedience
Author:espial
Fandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu x Echizen Ryoma
Rating: Nc-17 warning: spanking. sexual situation.
Word Count: 788
Summary: Tezuka's finally had enough of Echizen's attitude. He decides to correct it.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Prince of Tennis.
Author's Notes: Written for thecitrus_taste challenge prompt #20- No Humor in my Tone. Beta'd by the wonderful sunlesslands. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.
Count. Out loud.
Author:
espialFandom: Prince of Tennis
Pairing: Tezuka Kunimitsu x Echizen Ryoma
Rating: Nc-17 warning: spanking. sexual situation.
Word Count: 788
Summary: Tezuka's finally had enough of Echizen's attitude. He decides to correct it.
Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I make profit from the characters of Prince of Tennis.
Author's Notes: Written for the
citrus_taste challenge prompt #20- No Humor in my Tone. Beta'd by the wonderful sunlesslands. Con-crit is appreciated, comments are welcomed.Count. Out loud.
crappy09 November 2009 @ 02:05 am
I wrote this for the
santidus_list holiday exchange community, but it looks like it won't let me post it for some reason! T.T *sniff*Saint Tidus.
By Alex Damien
Pairings: Tidus+Firion, FirionxWoL, 5x8x9
Summary: Memories of past Holidays won't let Tidus alone, and he finds that Firion might be bearing the same burden.
A/N: This is unedited and unrevised, so it may contain some typos and other mistakes, just point it out and I'll fix it right away. The # sign indicates a change in scene.
The fic starts a bit slow, a bit philosophical, but then gets going and turns into silly crack. No, I have no idea what I was on when I wrote it. Caffeine and sugar, and maybe something else. Also, the title! I was going to name it SanTidus, but in my language (spanish) that would be the way to say Saint Tidus. I left it like that to mean that instead of being Saint Nicholas (Santa Claus) it would be Saint Tidus.
Hope you enjoy!
(Edit: There seems to be a problem with my formatting, and when I paste the text lj turns half of the fanfic into italics, when only some sentences should be in italics, characters thoughts. I'm sorry for that, but I can't find a way to fix it.)
( Saint Tidus )08 November 2009 @ 11:17 pm
Hello~ I'm not sure how many of you are interested in this, but I'm doing a sort of commentary post on the second season of the Chinese Prince of Tennis Drama at my journal. It's not really a translation of the dialogue word for word, but rather explaining what's happening in each scene, as well as I can.
I'm planning on doing the entire season two, but just wanted to know how whether enough people cares for me to inform the tenipuri community when a new episode is posted up ^__^; Let me know?
Thank you!
--> Episode One <--
Warning: Image heavy
I'm planning on doing the entire season two, but just wanted to know how whether enough people cares for me to inform the tenipuri community when a new episode is posted up ^__^; Let me know?
Thank you!
Warning: Image heavy
08 November 2009 @ 10:36 pm
Title: 10 Drabbles
Rating: PG for some suggested themes? If you squint...
Pairing: Tachibana/Shinji
Summary: The twisting road of hooking up and falling in love. Based off the 10 Drabbles for 10 Songs meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I'm just playing.
Warnings: Um, cliches and some beating on of boy's fragile emotions?
Follow Me For Fun
Rating: PG for some suggested themes? If you squint...
Pairing: Tachibana/Shinji
Summary: The twisting road of hooking up and falling in love. Based off the 10 Drabbles for 10 Songs meme.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of it. I'm just playing.
Warnings: Um, cliches and some beating on of boy's fragile emotions?
Follow Me For Fun
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