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blood_winged) wrote2010-04-05 05:01 pm
blood_winged) wrote2010-04-05 05:01 pm
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Some bawwing, writing, and I'm also in need of a botanist.
So I was meant to go out tonight, but I've decided against it. Well, not so much 'decided' as come to the conclusion that trying to force myself to go out would result in a very much unwanted panic attack and I can really do without one of those.
Which means I'm gonna be on my own tonight for a while. My far more socially adept sister is going out and my parents are going to watch the rugby. It's not that I mind, you know? I'm more annoyed with myself than anything else, but I know that if I try to force it, I won't enjoy myself, and the purpose of going at all would have been defeated.
Ah well.
I've been moving away from USxUK rather a lot lately, haven't I? Today I'm working on a SpainxRomano fic, while I have two others open waiting to be written. Yes, the number has gone down from five to three, but there's also an England&Iceland bundle of tsundere fluff poking at the back of my mind that might also get written today.
Anyway, he's a bit of Spamano for y'all.
“Out, Spanish bastard!” Lovino threw the pillows at him, yelling ‘out, out, out!’ until the man left, then he sat down with a huff, looking down at his knees. That was the third time this month that he had woken up to find Antonio in his bed and although he could remember the night before he couldn’t work out how the Spaniard had managed to win him over again.
He realised that his heart was pounding. The door opened and someone walked in, sitting down on the bed beside him.
“Ve, Lovino, you look sad,” Feliciano said, his haircurl bobbing as he tipped his head to one side. Lovino looked over at the open, innocent face of his brother and shook his head, patting the younger Italian on the shoulder.
“I’m not sad, Feli,” he replied confidently.
“I just saw Spain leaving... he looked sad too.”
And lastly, I am in need of someone who knows anything about flowers. This is in my garden.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lemiru and I believe it to be a Pieris Japonica. Second opinions, please?
Also, is it too late in the year to attempt to grow some edelweiss?
Which means I'm gonna be on my own tonight for a while. My far more socially adept sister is going out and my parents are going to watch the rugby. It's not that I mind, you know? I'm more annoyed with myself than anything else, but I know that if I try to force it, I won't enjoy myself, and the purpose of going at all would have been defeated.
Ah well.
I've been moving away from USxUK rather a lot lately, haven't I? Today I'm working on a SpainxRomano fic, while I have two others open waiting to be written. Yes, the number has gone down from five to three, but there's also an England&Iceland bundle of tsundere fluff poking at the back of my mind that might also get written today.
Anyway, he's a bit of Spamano for y'all.
“Out, Spanish bastard!” Lovino threw the pillows at him, yelling ‘out, out, out!’ until the man left, then he sat down with a huff, looking down at his knees. That was the third time this month that he had woken up to find Antonio in his bed and although he could remember the night before he couldn’t work out how the Spaniard had managed to win him over again.
He realised that his heart was pounding. The door opened and someone walked in, sitting down on the bed beside him.
“Ve, Lovino, you look sad,” Feliciano said, his haircurl bobbing as he tipped his head to one side. Lovino looked over at the open, innocent face of his brother and shook his head, patting the younger Italian on the shoulder.
“I’m not sad, Feli,” he replied confidently.
“I just saw Spain leaving... he looked sad too.”
And lastly, I am in need of someone who knows anything about flowers. This is in my garden.
lemiru and I believe it to be a Pieris Japonica. Second opinions, please?
Also, is it too late in the year to attempt to grow some edelweiss?