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anime_flash. I think I'll make a whole series of these, because they're way too fun. Tamaki really is such a loveable idiot.
Challenge: 2A – Love
Title: The Reel
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
katilara
Series/Characters: Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/His Worst Nightmare
Rating: PG13 for wild imagination
Word Count: 293
( 'Tono?' the twins poked him in the back. )
Argh! The Cain nightmare is so good in my head that I'm afraid to type it up and rescue it from the piece of crumpled blotter paper I scribbled it on at work. It won't be nearly as good as I want it to be when I post it. I tend to think I've only successfully captured such a beautiful ephemerance (is that a word? Fuck, it is now!) once or twice before. But just... *sob*
So much to look forward to this week! Tomorrow is early VDay with The Boy, Tuesday is Fiddler's with the writers, Thursday is a reunion with an old room mate of mine whom I miss very much, and Saturday is Fuji and Fandom!! I'm going to be so tired by the end of the week it's going to be ridiculous.
Also, have decided that I'm going to request a meeting with The Boss tomorrow and talk to her about my permanence, or lack thereof. It's important to me, you know? I REALLY want to stay there, but I need to be full time, and have health insurance, and do other adult things. Blah.
Spent a good portion of the work night talking with my 2nd favorite sillhouette artist. He's gone back to school for a masters in Film and Production. I am so proud of him! His love for his classes and professors makes me want to go back even more than I did before. It's doubly nice though that I can talk to him about the NNoD and he can talk to me about his screen plays and we can hash things out and laugh and beg to see the finished products, all in colonial wear. *head desk* But I really do value any time I get to see him. That just sounded extra girly didn't it?
Damn. I think it's nap time.
anime_flash. I think I'll make a whole series of these, because they're way too fun. Tamaki really is such a loveable idiot. Challenge: 2A – Love
Title: The Reel
Author:
katilaraSeries/Characters: Ouran High School Host Club, Tamaki/His Worst Nightmare
Rating: PG13 for wild imagination
Word Count: 293
( 'Tono?' the twins poked him in the back. )
Argh! The Cain nightmare is so good in my head that I'm afraid to type it up and rescue it from the piece of crumpled blotter paper I scribbled it on at work. It won't be nearly as good as I want it to be when I post it. I tend to think I've only successfully captured such a beautiful ephemerance (is that a word? Fuck, it is now!) once or twice before. But just... *sob*
So much to look forward to this week! Tomorrow is early VDay with The Boy, Tuesday is Fiddler's with the writers, Thursday is a reunion with an old room mate of mine whom I miss very much, and Saturday is Fuji and Fandom!! I'm going to be so tired by the end of the week it's going to be ridiculous.
Also, have decided that I'm going to request a meeting with The Boss tomorrow and talk to her about my permanence, or lack thereof. It's important to me, you know? I REALLY want to stay there, but I need to be full time, and have health insurance, and do other adult things. Blah.
Spent a good portion of the work night talking with my 2nd favorite sillhouette artist. He's gone back to school for a masters in Film and Production. I am so proud of him! His love for his classes and professors makes me want to go back even more than I did before. It's doubly nice though that I can talk to him about the NNoD and he can talk to me about his screen plays and we can hash things out and laugh and beg to see the finished products, all in colonial wear. *head desk* But I really do value any time I get to see him. That just sounded extra girly didn't it?
Damn. I think it's nap time.
