Special Happiness Chapter 3

... has to wonder if Koki’ll ever let anyone close enough to get the chance. “Uepi,” Junnosuke’s voice chimes from the door behind a stack of boxes, “can you help me with this box? I think ...America,” Akanishi replies brightly, “LA, to be exact.” “Uwaa… sugoi! You’re so lucky!” Junnosuke chimes. “I’d recommend going abroad to anyone; it was a great experience in many ways…” Kamenashi takes ...

[JunDa] Special Happiness Chapter 3

... has to wonder if Koki’ll ever let anyone close enough to get the chance. “Uepi,” Junnosuke’s voice chimes from the door behind a stack of boxes, “can you help me with this box? I think ...America,” Akanishi replies brightly, “LA, to be exact.” “Uwaa… sugoi! You’re so lucky!” Junnosuke chimes. “I’d recommend going abroad to anyone; it was a great experience in many ways…” Kamenashi takes ...

I don't know who you are

Who: SG!Starscream, G1 Starscream What: G1 Starscream is alone in the Black. He hallucinates about SG Screamer. Or maybe SG Screamer is dreaming about G1 Starscream. Who knows? Chimes. The wind whistles through the crystaline trees, and they chime against each other. It is not exactly his Crystal City. There's something just slightly off, though he cannot place what it is. Something... ...

... the door of the grandest of them all. In moments, the door would soon slide open — and with the chimes sounding from the small bells that were touched to his clothes, the man in red would descend from it, ... he slid his feet one after the other, a second’s worth of breath separating his movements and his chimes. He looked at his men with the eyes of a cat, then began to slide his way towards the ...

Weird Day

...of the windows and mirrors, disinfected combs, and cleaned up the lobby area. So by the time this group of customers gets to the door I’m in the back chatting with Shelly and crystal folding towels. The door chimes and I practically run up to the desk. That’s what earned me my nickname here “scooter”. It was one of my first days here and I was nervous. So when I was in the back doing laundry,...

Rocky Nest-En El Autobus DIY Hi5

...between their DIY, grassroots leanings and a recording that befits their understated yet gorgeous wonky pop songs. Unlike the Rocky Nests brilliant but flawed EP every instrument on "autobus" strums, parps and chimes with perfect clarity while the album still manages to fuzz and crackle with the warmth of a favorite well worn vinyl record as in the track "Blomflugan", which tickles the ears with...

Fic - First Few Desperate Hours

...It's about a man who persuaded birds to build him a city in the sky." "That sounds distinctly impractical." "Except that it enabled him to challenge God." She clears her throat. "After a fashion." The door chimes as someone else comes into the shop and Hawkeye moves a little closer to him, further into the shadows of the shelves. She looks down at her feet. "I'm more worried about you, sir." ...

... 65 are much more likely than the rest of the population to deny that there is solid evidence that the earth is warming, that it’s caused by humans or that it’s a serious problem(9). This chimes with my own experience. Almost all my fiercest arguments over climate change, both in print and in person, have been with people in their 60s or 70s. Why might this be? There are some obvious answers: ...

Libation [Fire Emblem 10, Sephiran/Zelgius, rating: T]

... golden ornaments that kept them hanging straight even while they moved, giving the illusion he wasn't touched by the water at all. Lately, very little touched him. He didn't even smile. The chimes on his belt jingled and glinted when he leaned down with the silver, long-handled vessel to gather water. Droplets glittered like gems on the mirror surface of the slender pitcher, around the lip meant...

... the rotation hole where electric, shoeless uncles allocate their copper goulashes to catch white dripwater. In the predawn, in this open window asteroid awareness, ballet chimes spinning, ceiling, sink & doorbell. For the crescent caretaker, the overcoat, the impalpable void having an affair within the rain soaked arteries of New Orleans, we ...