OKAY, WHO' EXCITED FOR EMA'S? I KNOW I AM :D
And I'm just a tiny bit upset that I'm not home when it starts, but I'm at the theatre with my brother, watching Crazy Christmas Cabaret. Oh well, I'm recording it, though! I'm so excited for TH's performance of World Behind My Wall :D
And just, it's in Berlin, what could go wrong?
(And OMG, I'm watching all the EMA hype on MTV right nau, and they're having Tokio Hotel to do some crash course on Berlin and German, ROFL BIll trying to be concentrated while the others go spazz dancing around him xD
November 5th prompt was; toothpick, (nino/aiba)
And I don't think broadcasting "Little Ren isn't my kid" is Takumi's style. LOL. 

Sorry for spamming, you guys D:
Title: The Conversation With Ohno's Mom That Never Happened or Why Ohno Never Brings Nino Over For Dinner
Pairing(s): Ohno/Nino
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 530
Summary: Title says it all :D
Author's Notes: For
g_esquared because you're awesomesauce :D Sorry for the crack XD Slightly Bonfires-verse.
You guys, it's storming like crazy here. I can understand why it stormed yesterday, because well, duh, (hur hur), but today it's been snowing. Yes. S-N-O-W-I-N-G. It's not even past my birthday yet D:
And the very sudden and drastic change in temperature makes my head act up. So, oh the joy,
Color me winter depressed.
Anyway. Today has been stressful, seeing as Bine and I are trying to get a headstart on the competition on the 29th, and we're trying to set the ground rules. The main problem is, that as things are now, I'm practically irreplaceable on the team. Uh oh. Yes. I organize the entire thing. And I don't want to be irreplaceable, because that is just such a huge disadvantage to the rest of my slaves. So, Bine wants to keep things as they are now, and I want to work on getting everyone ahead and able to organize the competitions.
Oh well, I'm the head dictator, so I have the final saying in that xD
November 4th prompt was; neck, (jun/nino):
"Her Long Illness"
Donald Hall
Daybreak until nightfall,
he sat by his wife at the hospital
while chemotherapy dripped
through the catheter into her heart.
He drank coffee and read
the Globe. He paced; he worked
on poems; he rubbed her back
and read aloud. Overcome with dread,
they wept and affirmed
their love for each other, witlessly,
over and over again.
When it snowed one morning Jane gazed
at the darkness blurred
with flakes. They pushed the IV pump
which she called Igor
slowly past the nurses' pods, as far
as the outside door
so that she could smell the snowy air.
Happy Arashi Day! Haapy Ohno Month! Hurray!
Happy Drabble-A-Day November!
3rd prompt was; headphones, (sho/ohno)
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