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brithistorian

K-pop group STAYC just released the longest K-pop album I've ever heard: 17 songs, 50 minutes. It's called Stay Alive. Based on the title, I thought it was a live album, which intrigued me: I'd never heard a K-pop live album, because the K-pop industry is run by people like A., who want the live version to sound exactly like the recorded version, so there's no point in releasing a live album.

Anyway, I started listening to Stay Alive. The first song makes it clear that it's not a live album. By the time I got to the third song, I noticed that all the songs were being sung in Japanese. So I checked track list: It's Japanese versions of all of their songs. Then it hit me: I checked the dates, and November of this year will be sixth anniversary of STAYC's debut. Depending on how far in advance of their debut they signed their contracts, they could already be in the sixth year of their seven-year contract. And suddenly the whole album makes sense: They're showing their label that they can sing all of their songs in Japanese, in hopes that the label will start promoting them in Japan and also renew their contract, so that the group can "stay alive"! (I hope it works — I really like STAYC, and I'd hate to see them disband.)

topaz_eyes

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Current Mood: jubilant

southernmedicine

I have such immense sympathy for characters who die in horror movies when they didn't even want to be there in the first place. Partners who got dragged along on a trip, or friends who were talked into doing something they didn't want to.

That said, I also feel that horror movies would be more compelling if the Big Bad were up against smart victims a little more often.

Current Mood: okay

shivver

I found out yesterday that my friend Rich just discovered that he has stage 4 pancreatic cancer -- incurable but therapy can prolong life and improve quality for a bit. I play in a concert band with his wife (he occasionally played in it, too) and she had informed the band, which is how I found out, but I've known him (well, worked with him) since the 1990s.

I actually got to work closely with him on a project back in 2012 or so and got to know him pretty well. At one point, we had to go up to Seattle to work in-house with the dev team, so we spent two weeks hanging out. I think the big things about Rich is that he's nice, optimistic, and fun. Maybe that doesn't sound like much, but he is always compared to his brother, who is a mean, conniving sociopath. Everyone loves Rich. No one likes his brother.

Honestly, Rich is awesome. One of the most respected game designers in this game-dev town. My favorite memory is going to this excellent sushi restaurant in Bellevue and sampling everything on the conveyor belt with him. (Ah, the things you do when the company is paying for your meals!) His wife says he still mentions that restaurant. But he's always happy to see you and eager to have fun. Oh, also, he and his kids are Doctor Who fans, so that one time we played Doctor Who: Through Time and Space and I snuck in my Thirteen cosplay under my uniform because the conductor said I couldn't but the president said I absolutely should, Rich wore my Dalek lights headband and his son wore one of my other accoutrements (don't remember what it was).

But the thing that's really getting me down today is that yet another of my friends is being taken by cancer when they're so young. Rich is a couple of years younger than me, and fours years ago, I posted about another friend who didn't even reach fifty.

I'm the last person in my generation on both sides of my family, with uncles and aunts that were 40-50 years older than me and cousins that are thirty years older than me, so for the past twenty years or so, any news from home meant someone had died. I'm used to that. But I'm not old enough yet that any news from my friends should mean the same thing. It's not fair, why Rich, why anyone at all, yadda yadda...

Fuck cancer.

badly_knitted

Title: Gold Star
Fandom: FAKE
Author:

badly_knitted
Characters: Bikky, Ryo.
Rating: G
Setting: Early in the manga.
Summary: Bikky has exciting news for his foster father.
Written For: Challenge 505: Star at

fan_flashworks.
Disclaimer: I don’t own FAKE, or the characters. They belong to the wonderful Sanami Matoh.
A/N: Triple drabble.

( Gold Star... )

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: my desk

badly_knitted

Title: Deep Thoughts
Author:

badly_knitted
Characters: The Doctor.
Rating: G
Written For: Challenge 1011: ‘Tidal’ at

dw100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: The Doctor muses on his place in the universe.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Doctor Who, or the characters.

( Deep Thoughts... )

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: my desk

badly_knitted

Title: Sleeping Arrangements
Author:

badly_knitted
Characters: Owen, Ianto, Jack.
Rating: PG
Written For: Challenge 910: Crash, at

torchwood100.
Spoilers: Nada.
Summary: Owen is too tired to go home.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.

( Sleeping Arrangements... )

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: my desk

haunted_cherries

So since Ao3 keeps getting blasted by the Death Star, it would PROBABLY be in my best interests to get a move on in archiving my fics over here SOOOOOOO at some point in the next month you’ll probably start to see a lot of stories pop up over here! Read them if you want, but honestly no pressure since it’s just OC shit. xD

Also, for some reason I’ve been thinking about what goes into making a fanshrine? I’ve wanted to make SOMETHING to show my admiration and appreciation ~~undying devotion~~ to Leon Kennedy for a while now, and thanks to RE9 it’s had me going back and reviewing a lot of his story and learning things I either never knew or completely forgot. I’ll start looking up inspo to see how other folks approached it, but if you have any you could link me, LET ME KNOW I WANNA SEE 👀

Speaking of fandom projects, my ReNagi ship manifesto is nearing completion and I’ve harped over this damn thing for so long that I’m not sure I wanna post it b/c AH UGH OUGH EXPOSING MY INTERESTS TO THE MASSES but know that it’s been on my mind and I’ll get brave enough to post it one of these days. xD

Shit while we’re here does anyone ever have one of those moods where you have so many ideas for fan projects running through your head but know fuck all on how to execute them? I honestly might just hand them off to someone to execute b/c I don’t wanna be perceived, but we’ll see. Making a ReNagi zine and a TatsuJun zine would be so fucking COOL, though…orz

Ok I’m done yapping! Hope the day is treating you well wherever you are! ❤️

Current Mood: sleepy
Current Music: PT Cruiser - MoRuf and SZA

shamera

Flashfics, ficlets, and drabbles for Got Dropped Into a Ghost Story, Still Gotta Work.

bleodswean

The Problem of Fiction ~ Marie Ponsot

She always writes poems. This summer

she’s starting a novel. It’s in trouble already.

The characters are easy—a girl

and her friend who is a girl

and the boy down the block with his first car,

an older boy, sixteen, who sometimes

these warm evenings leaves his house to go dancing

in dressy clothes though it’s still light out.

The girl has a brother who has lots of friends,

is good in math, and just plain good which

doesn’t help the story. The story

should have rescues & escapes in it

which means who’s the bad guy; he couldn’t be

the brother or the grandpa or the father either,

or even the boy down the block with his first car.

People in novels have to need something,

she thinks, that it takes about

two hundred pages to get.

She can’t imagine that. Nothing

she needs can be got; if it could

she’d go get it: the answer to nightmares;

a mother who’d be proud of her; doing things

a mother could be proud of; having hips

& knowing how to squeal at the beach laughing

when the boy down the block picked her up & carried her

& threw her in the water. If she’d laughed

squealing he might still take her swimming

& his mother wouldn’t say she’s crazy, she would

not have got her teeth into his shoulder till

well yes she bit him, and the marks

lasted & lasted, his mother said so,

but that couldn’t be in a novel.

She’ll never squeal laughing, she’d never

not bite him, she hates cute girls, she hates

boys who like them. Biting is embarrassing

and wrong & she has no intention of doing it again

but she would if he did if he dared,

and there’s no story if there’s no hope of change.

*************

Now there's a poem after my own grizzled heart. I've played - off and on - over the years with this Idea. That one could pen a poem to preface or inspire a prose piece.

Anyone care to try this as a prompt? Take a plot bunny/character you've been holding near and dear but have not been able to translate into fic just yet - it could be original it could be fandom, but I think we should focus on original writing if we can - and write a poem. THEN we can try to write the exploded fic.

I'm going to work on this all morning and will return with a post. Please comment with a link if you would like to join in on the ~~agony~~ fun and we can read, comment, and discuss.

malurette

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pattrose

Jokes

* Why didn't the skeleton ever go on dates? He didn't have the guts to ask anyone.
* Do you want to hear a construction joke? Sorry, I’m still working on it.
* Why doesn't Dracula have any friends? He's a bit of a pain in the neck.
* What do you call a guy who’s really loud? Mike.
* What do you call a retired vegetable? A has-bean.
* Can February March? No, but April May!

pattrose

90 questions

1. If you could change one thing about your personality or behavior, what would it be and why?

When I was young they called me Pollyanna. Because I always looked for the good in people. Like this was a bad thing. Well, I never did change. And I won’t either. But I was taught that it was a weakness. If I had to change something about me , it would be to help other people see the good in people. I’d rather be in a world of Pollyanna’s than the other extreme. Have you all heard this saying? You’re a Pollyanna? It was taken from a Disney movie.

pattrose

March not quite 365 days questions.

24. Harry Houdini was born today in 1874. Are you a fan of magic shows? Have you ever seen someone perform close-up magic?

I have seen three magic shows in Vegas. Everyone I was with loved them. But not me. I found it boring and to this day I don’t watch anything with magic in it.

Do you like magic shows?

pattrose

Crunchy questions

Are there any children's literary classics you never read, but wish you had? Have you considered reading them as an adult, or have you already done so?

You mean like Nancy Drew or the Hardy Boys? Or even little women? I love classics. So I not only read them but made sure my children read them too. Or do they mean Snow White, Sleeping Beauty, or Beauty and the Beast? Because I love them too.

shamera

Title: Anonymous
Fandom: Final Fantasy XIII-2
Character/Pairing(s): ...Hope and IT'S A SECRET
Rating: PG
Warning: Wordy. I just rewrote Hope's life, part the third.
Summary: Hope's got a secret admirer who only leaves presents on Valentine's Day.

( There had to be some kind of magic at work, Hope thought just a little sullenly not half an hour later, because for some reason he always found himself giving into Noel. )

shamanicshaymin

A Pixar musical would be the most irony-poisoned shitstorm possible. We’ve seen how they regard women and LGBTQ people, so there’s no fucking way they’d treat traditional musicals with any respect. Pixar isn’t so much “Not like the other girls” so much as it is “Not like those ICKY girls.”

Newsflash: it’s not “edgy” or “rebellious” to mock musicals when Hollywood has shat on them for decades.

Sidenote: I like Moana, but even when I first saw the part where Moai was all, “If you start singing, I’m gonna throw up,” I wanted to smack him so fucking hard he’d leave a crater in the ground.

Current Mood: unimpressed
Current Music: Lauren Aquilina - Sinners

harryschreine

delphi

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FAKE Triple Drabble: Gold Star

Doctor Who Drabble: Deep Thoughts

Double Drabble: Sleeping Arrangements

Archiving My Fics + A New Project?

Drabbles/ficlets/flashfics

Fic Prompt but really, it's a Poem Prompt!

[film] Drive my car

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90 questions

March Not quite 365 days question

Crunchy questions

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