A number of little birds flying around my little home! I do not, unfortunately ... my only experience is with a Penguin translation so I am...
Well, feelings are rarely hurt by fan works unless you are George R. R. Martin -- they help spread curiosity in the fandom, regardless of whether or not the content in question is a tad risqué. For most of these things I feel that a number of the original producers of these fictional works just try to ignore them. Like keeping away existential thoughts that haunt everyone at night when we are twelve years old. Internet pornography is existential. Tumblr is an avant-garde Nietzsche-inspired philosophical work.
Tying into Plums' earlier post, people jump on any small sign of any developing relationship between characters, even if they hate each other. In fact, there does not need to be a standard of interaction for people to depict smut of the aforementioned characters. In fact, there does not need to be anything between two characters for people to depict smut of said characters as long as the creators can imagine it -- this is termed a "headcanon". Ideas are powerful (and arousing, according to the internet, it seems).
I am sorry! I thought all of that Dr Pepper I took from your house was free ... alas.
Dr Pepper.
{ m u s i c }[ divine comedy ] Ssssssss... Fatime nursed her aching legs, petting them down with her soft yet shaky hands. The room was completely dark, and the entire floor seemed more silent than an abandoned mansion. The only light came from the tablet she set up, casting deep shadows on the walls from the eleven black paper cranes she had made in her spare time. The book on origami lay splayed off on the bed side. It was a tiring day, but she was able to walk a bit more than she had previously expected. Probably to get further away from the imbecile of a nurse, she mused. The tablet's browser was opened to the Fortissimo student portal; in particular, a message from a boy named Oliver about auditions for a band closing. They were today!! It wasn't like she was able to visit, anyway. But alas. She looked at her delicate fingers, imagining them gliding across piano keys as they had done so many months ago. How long had it been since she played anything? Or sung? She looked down, and tilted her head. The entire mood of the evening was one of mellow fatigue. Maybe she should just get some sleep. Stop thinking about it, Fatime. You'll get better ... Why hadn't Lucas or Ayanna returned her messages? Ah ... Fatime rested her head back on her pillow and pulled the blanket closer to her chin, falling asleep by herself for another identical evening.
{ 2 3 : 4 0 } << So didja get to audition? >> Torvald's eye twitched as he grasped his head in his hands.<< No. I had an adventure with a new friend I met. >><< Awww hahahaha! >> The boy chuckled, dangling his legs above the ground. << That's way better than a crummy audition! But your weirdness was too good! You could've beaten all of them no sweat! >>Torvald glared at the boy sitting next to him. What was this kid doing on the buses all day? He wanted to move seats, but with nobody else entering the bus this late, it would look absolutely terrible. So here he was, forty minutes of bus time, waiting to get back to campus, stuck with some inconsiderate brat. He knew it was a bad idea to tell him about the auditions.<< I did not wish to go, >> Torvald grunted. << Because I realized I had other things to take of-- >><< Seriously!! Aw, you're no fun. >><< Listen, you foolish uncommunisitic imp! >> Torvald bared his teeth in anger, but the boy stared back at him with an innocent, tender smile. Torvald's expression immediately dropped back into its familiar apathy, and he turned his head away. << There are-- some things, more important in life than the beautiful music around us. You will learn in time. >><< Fortissimo Campus. >> The clear stop voice rang out through the empty bus.Torvald stood up.<< Why are you on the bus anyway? I haven't seen you get off. >><< That's because I can't. >><< What? >><< I don't wanna get off. >>Torvald turned back to the boy. He was looking up at the ceiling.<< Do you want me to call your parents? >><< No! Don't. >> He jumped three meters in the air and suddenly gained the facade of a vicious cornered wolverine. Torvald stepped back. << Right ... right. Uh. What name do you bear? >><< You weirdo! My name ain't a bear. >>Uuuuugh. Torvald bit his tongue. << I mean. What is your name. >><< Troy Hennessey. >>Torvald spun around. << Did you say Hennessey? >>The boy did not look back at him. The bus stopped and opened its doors, and Torvald quietly left after waiting a good few seconds, not even being able to say goodbye. He walked away, and the bus sped off. Hennessey! That-- he needed to make a call. But did he want to do it tonight? He looked up at the bright pearly moon above. Ugh, it might be too late ... Torvald moseyed off back to the dorms. When he reached his room, he placed his phone on the bedside table and collapsed onto his messy bed in a snoring heap.Hennessey.He needed to make a call. Tomorrow. Well, he would have done it anyway; if not for this startling revelation. It was the plan, and another night he couldn't stick to it. There were more important things in this world than beautiful music, after all. But he didn't want to believe it. { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰▰ } { status: asleep }
Oh dear oh dear, I am not familiar with where you may be at the moment? I recall others telling me you were in Europe somewhere but I am afraid...
OOOOH Hold up. GIMME ROOM TO THINK BRING IT ON DOWN GOTTA WORK ON MY SWING GOTTA DO MY OWN THING
{ 1 2 : 0 5 } Jonathan ...He held out his hand at Torvald, and Torvald took it without another complaint, lifting himself off the ground to the worried looks of a handful of people walking by. Fools and simpletons of the bourgeoisie! Torvald glared at Jonathan suspiciously. He did not seem anything much like a bad man, especially for being apologetic after his little collision. Torvald took a mental note that this man could be an excellent asset in the revolution.<< THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME, COMRADE >> He bellowed out in a deep voice. And yet, scanning his face, this man felt all-too familiar ...But it would have to wait. Time was of the essence. How far was Fortissimo from here anyway? Ah, he could try to get there but it wouldn't matter much to Torvald anyway. He tried being open with the Oliver comrade but he rebuffed him based on crass musical opinions. Torvald briefly looked at his phone.He could take his time; if the auditions were over by the time he visited, it would just mean more time for the revolution, right?<< Walk with me, Comrade Jonathan! >> Torvald said as he slowly approached the bus stop.<< I feel I know nothing about you, yet your visage strikes a memory in my heart. Are you not a student of Fortissimo at all? >> { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰▰ } { status: hungover, slightly less }
Bonjour and bonsoir to you, mademoiselle! Unfortunately not yet; especially with that cursed Past Historic tense. How has life been treating you?...
It's no good at all ... To see yourself, and not recognize. your face. Out of my own ... it's such a scary place.
BET ON IT BET ON IT BET ON IT BET ON IT
I'M NOT GONNA STOP NOT GONNA STOP TILL I GET MY SHOT THAT'S WHO I AM THAT IS MY PLAN WILL I END UP ON TOP YOU CAN BET ON IT BET ON IT BETONITBETONITBETONIT YOU CAN BET ON IT BET ON IT BEEEEEEEEEEEEET OOOOOOOOOOOON MEEEEEEEEE
A very marvelous belated birthday to you tummer! Remember not to chug down a tanker full of alcohol you 21 year-old.
