Football, shopping and slash
Jun. 12th, 2006 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So tonight there's the first match for Italy in the World Cup: Italy vs Ghana. According to a dream I had the other night, we are going to lose. I hope it wasn't one of my premonition dreams or my colleagues will kill me.
I went to Milan on Saturday and got myself a nice rust-coloured top, a black turtleneck and a black short-sleeved hooded jacket. I'm also quite pleased because I went to the swimming pool yesterday and did much better than the week before, I swam more and was less tired.
And to add something interesting to this entry... A drabble!
Title: Glow
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPF)
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 041 - Shapes
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for swearing
The club swam and blurred, streaks of colour painting glowing shapes before his unfocused eyes. Someone put a hand on his shoulder and he turned.
Farin's hair was on fire.
"Cool..." He muttered and gingerly reached for it.
Farin grabbed his wrist. "You're high again, aren't you?" Bela looked at him with hollow eyes. "Christ. Why the fuck do I even bother?" He let go of Bela's wrist and left the club without looking back. Once in his hotel room, he leaned his back against the wall and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"Fuck you, Dirk."
Written for
drabbles100. The table of prompts, as usual, can be found here.
And yes, of course I couldn't ignore this picture.

Now in colour! Mmh, sodomy...
I went to Milan on Saturday and got myself a nice rust-coloured top, a black turtleneck and a black short-sleeved hooded jacket. I'm also quite pleased because I went to the swimming pool yesterday and did much better than the week before, I swam more and was less tired.
And to add something interesting to this entry... A drabble!
Title: Glow
Fandom: Die Ärzte (RPF)
Characters: Bela B, Farin Urlaub
Prompt: 041 - Shapes
Word Count: 100
Rating: PG for swearing
The club swam and blurred, streaks of colour painting glowing shapes before his unfocused eyes. Someone put a hand on his shoulder and he turned.
Farin's hair was on fire.
"Cool..." He muttered and gingerly reached for it.
Farin grabbed his wrist. "You're high again, aren't you?" Bela looked at him with hollow eyes. "Christ. Why the fuck do I even bother?" He let go of Bela's wrist and left the club without looking back. Once in his hotel room, he leaned his back against the wall and pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes.
"Fuck you, Dirk."
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And yes, of course I couldn't ignore this picture.
Now in colour! Mmh, sodomy...
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Date: 2006-06-12 08:56 pm (UTC)I'm glad you like the drabble! And I hope you'll manage to write something too. :)