I create a world of finite somethings

...I know what I'm getting myself for Christmas.

I'm just gonna sorta type aloud, so to speak, on the Tokiomi-gives-Sakura-to-the-Matou issues. Comments disabled/removed because this is really just my thought process, not an invitation for debate. Also, it's kind of oblique.

I'm adopted. The very limited information we had on my mother we thought implied that she was possibly single, since there was no listed father and her information was woefully inadequate: name, height, city of residence (yeah, I'm fucked when it came to ...

So, yeah, spoilers for what happens. DO NOT READ FURTHER IF YOU PLAN ON READING THE SION FIC I'M WORKING ON. I'm not putting it in spoiler tags, though, because of what this is about.

If it wasn't pretty obvious if you read my stuff, I sort of have an austere style of writing. I tend to write deliberately poetical-like, because, well, I kind of think like that. Abstractly. I'm way better at theory classes than I am with, say, grammar classes. Probably because I'm pretty self-taught ...

So, on the topic of that Bon Jovi song:

Spoiler:

The irony was not lost to him.

The cool night air would have explained the cigarette between his lips, but the end was not lit. He had found the discarded package of tobacco in his father’s possessions long ago, had kept them, now carried them or the same brand in his jacket pocket—but he never used them per se. He simply kept them at hand, would occasionally put one to his mouth as he waited in a near-meditative state. He

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I glanced at those iPod challenges or whatever, and was like, well, maybe I'll set my iTunes onto random...

Bon Jovi. Have A Nice Day.



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...This is now officially going to be, like, my theme song for Shirou.