Dear pear,...Dear pear,...7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Im writing to you out of nostalgia and my usual adult mood. But Im also writing to you because Ive never felt so hurt as to come so close back to you before.
The closer I am to you, the more I envy you for not knowing a thing about hair conditioners, painful sex, breast rashes and menstruation.
But the closer I am to you, the more I love you. I know Ill lose you soon. No, dont ask me what I will lose then I want you to keep. Always.
The heap of gravel stone beside the hedge of the Ayuntamiento has left a hundred furrows on your heels. Theyll never disappear, my lovely pear, because when you said you want to paint them, they fell in love with you.
When you pass by the music shop with the big tree in front, never forget to wink to the dungaree sunflower-seed-seller who always complimented your mother and gave you an additional packet of no, not of seeds of sunflowers.
My sweet pear, please don
Dear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate YouDear Yaoi Fangirls: I Hate You10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
I hate yaoi fangirls, and I am one.
You may be looking at me with tears in your eyes right now and saying, "Why Chopstick... why?!"
Well, I'm gonna tell you why.
1. You're just writing about them because they're hot.
Let's just forget that they hated each other in the game. Let's completely forget that both of them were completely straight and had loving girlfriends in the anime. And heaven forbid I bring up the idea that they were really "just friends" in the manga. I'm not really bitching about drabbles or crackfics so much as I am the fifty-page-long epics that completely ignore canon.
AND I MEAN COMPLETELY.
Rinoa was just so whiny and Squall and Seifer were just SO KAWAII, you HAD to kill her or maim her or turn her into a ditzy bitch that Squall despised. I hated her too, you know, but I'm not willing to actually sit down and write her out of the picture in such an abrupt and unlikely way it could be considered a cop-out. For gods' sake, have pride in w