The Romans put skulls into their love poems.
Skeletons and dry bones along with love.
As if violet was only beautiful against
something black. We also talked of death,
I perhaps more than you. It made me happy
to think of the newly dead body being lowered
into the coffin of the other. You found
this idea impressive but terrible.
I longed for your agreement and approval.
Wanted you to understand the hugeness of love.
You whispered that our bones would be mixed
together, but probably it was your way
to get me to stop crying and go to sleep.
Which I did, contentedly. I wanted something
to be done, some enactment to prove this secret,
this illicit love. Something too large.
I wanted it made of actual things. Dirt
and corpses even. As real as the table you
said your love was, that I could sit down to
and eat from if I wanted something permanent.
I wanted absoluteness to be made of my heart.

--Linda Gregg

Title: Dislocated Re-composition
Rating: more than PG-13 less than R. Rating is for situations depicted
Fandom: Arashi
Pairing: Ohmiya friendship and general Arashi friendship
Genre: Mystery, mild angst, black humour
Warnings: Alternative Universe, fairytale-like elements, endnotes appended to chapters
Summary: There are many character building lessons to learn in life. Some of these lessons occur in schools; at other times, these lessons unfold at work; and sometimes, these lessons strike when they are least expected. When this last type of strike hits home, one would moreoften than not be 'dislocated' until one finds the means to 'recompose' oneself, as it were, to remedy the chips hanging around one's character. This then is the lesson that must be learn by most of our main cast. How will it happen? Read on and find out.a

Disclaimer 1: I do not own names readers may recognise. I do however own my mind.

Disclaimer 2: Any art appearing within are courtesy of dthnhi. Please note that art does not appear in every chapter.

| Chapter 01 | Chapter 02 | Chapter 03 | Chapter 04 | Chapter 05 | Chapter 06 | Chapter 07 | Chapter 08 | Chapter 09 | Chapter 10 |
| Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 |Chapter 18 (NEW) | Chapter 19 (NEW) | Chapter 20 (NEW) |

* As all 20 chapters are finally up, the story will remain open for a week and then locked. Why? Read the RULES and scroll down until you find the "WHY IS THIS COMMUNITY LOCKED?" section. Should you persist in thinking this is mean, paranoid and unreasonable of me, I'm sorry. Just know that these trolls haven't stopped and that I have to safeguard my real life personal interests.

[Bones Online]

Last week, we got some serious cuteness from Booth's grandpa. So this week's episode did a total 180 with overt cross promotion!!! It was funny at first, seeing as how they got to write Hodgins, Sweets and Fisher in, but then it just got really tiring seeing all the posters for the movie. I guess this is what you call cross promotion. Fox owns the movie studio and the channel so I guess they decided to milk it for it's worth. ( » )

Charz, I'm so grateful you took me out. I was starting to feel depressed and all that jazz, and I don't know if it's the alcohol, but I feel better right now.

I hope L got fucked within an inch of his life. I hope I helped N with her problem. I hope M had fun. Look at me not namedrop like the Perez Hilton wannabe that I am.

I am tipsy enough that everything seems alright at the moment.

Natalie Sandwich	[I Heart Jake]

I'm pretty sure Brothers is a really intense movie, but watching the interviews Jake Gyllenhaal's been making for it has been nothing but entertaining. Moviefone's Unscripted is definitely one of my favorite movie interviews online and Tobey Maguire, Natalie Portman and Jake's version of it had me laughing the entire time. Jake seems obsessed with merkins!

He also came out on Jimmy Kimmel where Ashley Greene was the next guest! Double treat for me! It's so good to see Jake again. I've missed him so! And I'm still secretly shipping him with Natalie! ( » )

[Glee Fan]

And because we were spoiled by the amount of songs last week, we of course, have to move the plot along this week -- which means less songs. Which is okay, since next week is already sectionals and then the long hiatus. Boo. Still, despite the lack of song-age, raise your hand if you want to jump on your mattress after this episode. Cause I sure do. Pah! Pah! Pah! Papah! Pah! Rah! Pah! Pah! Rarah! ( » )

Aren’t there scenes like these in the movies: two old, white-haired, wise men serving as the lead actors, watching with a carefree attitude anonymous bowling players, striking a serious conversation in between? Every so often, there will be comments about the strange throws, a guy’s lucky strike, or the mocking of another gutter ball. Our focus was not at each other’s expressions, but at the wide bowling alley and its participants. It must have been because of the strange weather that day: a gloomy, dark sky, with a light drizzle. Perfect for emo crap, so my friend says. But no matter how we may look like two bureaucrats talking, we’re still not that old okay? Anyway, we were supposed to meet up with a friend to play a game of billiards. These two still need to get even with me for their loss. But it turns out, the friend we were waiting was not patient enough for our late coming, and we got stuck up in that bowling alley.

Laurence and I share a common trait: whenever we get ourselves bored and in a seemingly sleepy, trance-like state, we tend to talk about things and topics so freely. As I said once, some men really don’t need the presence of alcohol to lessen the inhibitors in their brains. We can talk about sensitive or private topics at ease. I guess that’s just how that works with people like us who don’t have vices.

Strangely, I was really not into the emo-friendly environment that day. For a few days now, I’ve been in a seemingly placid state. It’s as if there was an aura of acceptance and timidity surrounding my soul. But, it’s not everyday that you get to talk to someone and discuss intellectual topics, ranging from the current politics in the Philippines, the future that’s about to happen in a year’s time, how tiring and boring our lives have become at this point, contemplations about love lives, to organizational structures and situations, among others. In this day and age, one must grab these opportunities to discuss, criticize, comment, and most importantly, share stories with another soul. That explains the reason why I seldom turn down invitations to get together, or to meet up whenever I am able to. In these times, I often think that I should be treasuring every opportunity to do so.

Why did I cite this conversation? Maybe, it’s just that I really like it when things that happen in movies occur in real life. “The Bowling Alley.” Man that’s a good title. Both Robert and Laurence still need that rematch. For the meantime, I get to have the bragging rights for being an unenthusiastic billiards player who got lucky with a win.

It’s a terrible scene, the two men talking to the girl who foolishly lets
       them lead her away
from the road she’s taking to church, the men raping and killing her,
       the young boy with them
watching, then left for a while with her body. But the film’s next scene
       is more terrible
in some ways, the men and boy arriving at the house where the girl’s
       parents live, but not
knowing, and the parents not knowing either, offering a meal, all of
       them sitting together, breaking
bread at a long table—Is that the most awful, or is it when one man
       tries to sell the mother
her murdered daughter’s clothes? — and she takes them, pretending to
       consider. Though how
could she pretend at that moment, how control herself? Yet she does;
       she goes outside,
locking them in the barn, and runs to her husband, to whom the task
       of killing them falls.
So it goes on — rape, betrayal, murder, not even the boy is spared. And
       what about the father,
swearing to build a church on the spot his daughter was killed, and the
       miracle of water
gushing forth from the ground when they lift her body — Is that
       enough, is there some sort
of balance now, good following evil, revenge annulled, the family
       cleansed? What about
the other, dark-haired sister, the pregnant one, who had been a few yards
       behind on the road
to church that morning, who had followed the men and watched from
       a safe distance
while they erased the girl, her prettiness, her spoiled ways, her stupid
       innocence —
I don’t know what to make of the sister. She’s the one who knows the
       world is brutal
and goes on, scattering seed for the hogs, the one who says nothing,
       the one who survives.

[Title] come back
[Author] turtle_ai </span>
[Disclaimer] I don't own Arashi, or Johnny's Ent. They do own my heart, however.
[Pairing] Ohmiya
[Rating] PG
[Summary] Ohno doesn't know how to deal without Nino, but he'll try his hardest to bring Arashi back together again.
[Notes] ...I really didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I feel bad. T____T But... try to enjoy?


( When Nino died, all of the Arashi members were shocked, filled with pain, and for the first few seconds, they thought the doctor was lying. )

Take me to Camelot	[Merlin's Keep]

I never thought I'd enjoy Medieval Camelot as much as I have, considering I wasn't even supposed to watch the BBC series, Merlin. Out of my longing for Mad Men Mondays, I got influenced by the Merlin lovers on my flist to finally check out this show and once I started, I couldn't stop.

I literally spent last weekend, watching all of series 1 and finally finishing it this week. I wish I had an extra long weekend up ahead just so I can catch up with series 2 in time for the finale. Why so adorable Merlin and Arthur? ( » )

http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/12/in-which-i-test-posterous.html

I'm testing http://posterous.com out, as a way of posting to Blogger from my phone, using email. So this is a test posting...

I'm attaching the "mass market" paperback cover for Fragile Things, which will be released in the US in February. It shows someone who looks like me with jam, or dreams, or ideas, squidging out of a book and all over him.

I finished a short story - technically, I suppose, a novelette, as it's 10,000 words - that I've been working on for much of the year. For most of that time, even through to the end of the first draft, a couple of weeks ago, I was convinced it was never going to work, would be a stunted, crippled little thing that was doomed to disappoint me. I knew it was missing something. What that something was occurred to me last week, exhausted after a yoga session in Boston, as my mind blanked, and later I wrote two short paragraphs in my notebook. Those paragraphs percolated and began to breathe, and I put them in and the story shifted, subtly, around them. The second draft took wing, and I found I was clear enough in my mind about what the story was that taking out things that weren't part of the story and putting in things that were was now easy, and the more I did it the better the story got, and now I'm happier with it than I've been with anything I've written for well over a year. It's called "The Truth is a Cave in the Black Mountains..." and it is not exactly a happy story.

Right...

Dear Neil,

Patrick Rothfuss is making the world a better place in a very tangible way with his charity run Worldbuilders 2009. (http://www.patrickrothfuss.com/blog/2009/12/worldbuilders-2009.html) My sphere of influence in this world is rather small, but you could, just by mentioning it in your blog, raise a lot of awareness and thus help a Very Good Cause. It would mean a lot to me, and no doubt a helluva lot more to Pat and the people that receive Heifer's help. Many thanks and much love,

a fan of Wonderful People,
Gaetan Verhegge

Consider it plugged enthusiastically. I sent Patrick a signed copy of the incredibly beautiful STARDUST Advanced Reader's Copy when he did this last year, and it got to him a little late, so he has that along with many other amazing and beautiful books to give to people who donate. Check it out.

Hi Neil,

Consider it spread.

Hmm. Okay. I'll email this in, now. Not sure how I can do the blogger labels, though. Let's see if it works.

Posted via email from Neil's posterous

Fandom: Yu-gi-oh
Pairing: Seto/Amelda(Alister)
Title: Angel's Grace
Author: ElvenDestiny
Warnings (if applicable): Teen Rates/Massive Doma/Doom Spoilers
Author on LJ: N/A
Author Website: http://www.xanga.com/bloodredrosez
Why Must This Story Be Read? Because it is a very compelling fic about two former enemies having to "work together". Obviously, it's more than that because it involves Angels, Vampires, and Demons that aren't on cards. Above all, she does a good job of getting into Amelda's head. Once you get into this fic, it's hard to forget it.
Link: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/2350383/1/Angels_Grace


Tasty Morsel:

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Title: Yume Kara
Genre: a little angst, some comedy, and Ohmiya of course!!
Rating: PG13 for language and sexual content ^.^
Disclaimer: I do not own Arashi. Ohno and Nino belong to each other.

Summery: A series of sex dreams helps Ohno realize his feelings for Nino are a bit stronger than he first imagined.

Ohmiya in the closet~!

Chapter 9
Chapter 8
Chapter 7
Chapter 6
Chapter 5
Chapter 3&4
Chapter 2
Chapter 1

Dear Santa,

I've not written you in a long, long while. I always believed in you, you know. Always. Even when my Mom and my Dad finally spilled the beans that it was them leaving the gifts, I still believed. I still believed that you were real, man.

But the thing was? I just didn't think I had to write. I grew up. I got street-smart. I made things happen for myself.

Now why today? Well, I grew up. I got wise. I realize now I can't make everything happen for myself.

Yes, I could ask you for my usual. I'd love a PlayStation 3. I'd love plane tickets to New York. I'd love a subscription to GQ, a slew of new poetry anthologies and a brand new camera. I'd love to have new scarves, a new wallet, a new pair of shades and new white sneakers. I know that in my head, I could use a new laptop, a new iPod, a nicer cellphone, a spiffy personal planner and a brand new bag to carry them all. I know I'd love it if things like these and others - bigger salary, brand new car, hot girlfriend - all just sweetly landed on my lap.

But no. Like I said, some things I can get myself. This list is for stuff I can't.

So. Here's a bunch of stuff I would love to see this month of December. It's not perfect. It's just me making wishes.



#1.) CHANGE WE CAN BELIEVE IN FOR REAL! (politics)
Look. About a year ago, I got a wish. The United States did the right thing and gave people EVERYWHERE something good to hope for. It was Nelson Mandela type stuff, EDSA Revolution kind of stuff.

Now it'll be an election year. And we have another circus in town. I am NOT impressed by anybody. Gibo-Edu gives me the "lapdog of Gloria" creeps. Manny Villar always reeked of "dirty politiko". I never liked Bayani nor Dick. Still hate Erap. And dammit, Noy-Mar remind me of Barack Obama when he still didn't have a plan!

So Santa. Help us out. Give us a bone to chew on, at least until meat gets there.


#2.) FILIPINOS ACTING RIGHT (country)
'09 was a tough year for me. I hated heartache-laden February. I hated May because it was so confusing. I resented how July wasn't rainy enough. Even this April, which was real cool, started on an awkward foot.

All this paled to Ondoy October. Don't need to explain. But you know what? I did love something about it: Pinoys started ACTING RIGHT.

For once, people stopped waiting for stuff to happen, and MADE IT HAPPEN. Food? Shelter? Clean-ups? We all pulled together. The Mark Gosingtiao logo said it best: "Where I come from, everyone's a hero."

Why can't we be this driven EVERYDAY? Imagine: everyday for a week that time, people used Twitter and Facebook to feed people information on how to help. Everyday, for two weeks, relief centers were flooded with volunteers (and yes, even if it was all just "to look cool", they showed up, which is better than I can say for other days). Everyday, for several days, public officials, bad-mouthing foreigners, criminals couldn't get away with their usual crap - Pinoys pulled together and kept them accountable, told everyone what they were doing.

So, Santa. Let's keep that spirit going. Those were exciting times. I'd love to see how it'd be if everyday we all pulled together like that.


#3.) IT'S TIME (personal)
I'm turning 26. And truth be told, I think it's high time things happened for me. I've been under that cloud of "I'm getting there". I'm fixing things. I'm making things better for tomorrow.

Well, enough. I am writing because I'd love to find something to keep me driven, motivated, hungry. I used to find that outside myself (and that's what works best for me). Be it studies, work, love life and everything...meh. Everything is just a whirlwind and they don't get nailed down.

Santa, help me make results happen. I'm tired of think that "I'll get there". I've been hustlin'; help me see the results of what I do. I'd kill to be buff. I still want to JVP before I die. I still want to watch Arsenal live, finish an MBA, get a body like Jin Kazama, be rich, grow old and find true love.

I'm asking that my waiting stop.



Anyway, I'm tired, Santa. Help a brother out. And if you can't, well, I don't blame you. I really ought to be writing this to Jesus anyway.


(P.S.: If you're still reading, please go back up to the top of the list. Gimme those material things. I'd love you for 'em.)

Title: fall into the night, break apart the day
Pairing: Ohmiya
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 8,141
Summary: [AU] Life isn't always beautiful, but that doesn't mean the future has to be ugly.
Notes: My entry for the birthday contest (which happened to be my first fic contest!) at ohno_daily. I... I won, you guys! Thanks to everyone who enjoyed it! This fic has come to hold a lot of importance to me. Oh, and kudos if you understand the title's significance XD


Ohno can’t paint color into the world when all he can see is black and white.

Crossposted.

I'm looking for poems about loneliness or solitude. In return, I'll offer my favorite poem on the aforementioned topic.

"All You who Sleep Tonight"
Vikram Seth

All you who sleep tonight
Far from the ones you love,
No hand to left or right
And emptiness above -

Know that you aren't alone
The whole world shares your tears,
Some for two nights or one,
And some for all their years.

Some moments from D no ARASHI.

Part 02 : http://kamben87.livejournal.com/37159.html

Part 01 : http://kamben87.livejournal.com/37074.html

THANK YOU :)

EDIT :

My Picspams Links post all-in-one : http://kamben87.livejournal.com/36628.html

Carol Ann Duffy:

All Days Lost Days


Living
in and out of the past,
inexplicably
so many things have died
in me.

In and out like a tide,
each tear
holds a tiny hologram.
Even this early
I am full of years.

Here are the little gravestones
where memory
stands in the wild grass,
watching the future
arrive in a line of big black cars.

All days
lost days, in and out of themselves
between dreaming
and dreaming again and half-
remembering.

Title: Dark Tales of Randamor the Recluse - Book I: The Invisible Chains
Author: Eurypon
Format: Original - Novel
Length: 190 000 (November 14, 2009)
Status: WIP
Rating: M - NC-17
Warnings: Violence, incest, rape, non-con, domination may all occur in varying degrees
Why Must This Story Be Read? Like the author states in the summary it is a long and brooding tale. It requires some investment of the reader, especially in the beginning. Those who get past the first three or four chapters are well rewarded however. What seemed to be a fairly simple romantic slash fic develops into a dark, multi-layered story with many unique characters.
Link: aarinfantasy and fictionpress
Summary: (by the author) A long and brooding chronicle with bitterness, savage tribes, bloody battles and crowns lost and gained. About friendship in arms, love in bonds, devotion against all odds and undeserved tenderness. M/M Slash

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