Quick Update with a few bits of deadfic
I'm finally starting to feel better, physically. Yay, me!
The downside of feeling better? I was doing beta work while sick. Now, when I beta it means I make private LJ entries to check how the fic looks and to read it over and sometimesI make corrections here, sometimes in the original file. When I'm sick, apparently I just copy/paste randomly from one to the other as I correct and leave myself with a huge mess to untangle. \o/ \o/ \o/
So for today, I will be untangling and then submitting.
WHICH REMINDS ME!
You still have one more day to write and submit for both ohmiya is my valentineღ AND this year i'm giving ❤ FIVESOME CHOCOLATES❤ to all my friends.
It only has to be 500 words and it doesn't have to be porn! Heck, for fivesomeaday I don't think it even has to be gay (not any gayer than Arashi normally is, I mean) it can probably just be friendship antics and boy-cuddles. And I bring this up because 1: There are prizes, 2: It's not mod-judged, it's voter judged so you can't say 'only their friends will win' (they would shank their lj friends in their sleep if they could get to most of them) and 3: I am sick of reading my own stuff--please give me something better to read. Even if you don't think you can win, you can still enter (see point three) and you might surprise yourself. Seriously--most people are not good judges when it comes to their own writing.
I...guess it's hate meme time again? I don't understand hate memes.
I'm in a boy-band fandom, for pity's sake. I like the music. I got into it because of the music (I stayed for the retarded antics and the cheerful gay!). The music is upbeat and makes me feel good. The band I follow (the most, anyway) is made up of people whose on-screen personalities I enjoy (and feel are not that drastically different from who they really are--them, just exaggerated). Watching them, buying their cds, talking to other people about the dumb stuff they do, makes me happy. I just don't understand why somebody would want to ruin the fandom and the band for themselves by focusing on stuff they don't like. Locked lj ranting and occasional bouts of public bitchery are one thing but...hate meme?
I am not one of the fandom cool kids.
ETA: After talking to my twin--I don't really get love meme's, either. It's not going to fix or change anything.
BUT! I do think that if you're going to post in either you should have a great sock puppet account name like pi_in_my_pants. It's funny on a all my twelve-year-old levels.
(Ps. You can friend me, defriend me, and ask me to defriend you; I won't ever get mad. I don't friend back a lot because I have issues. But if you talk to me enough, and pop up in discussions I'm following, who knows what could happen! You could end up stuck with a total flake that you have to defriend!)
Enough of that! Have some snippet-y bits that I couldn't turn into fic!
Chocolate Making Fivesome That Just Didn't Make It
"Oh-chan and I will work shirtless," Nino volunteered.
"No," said Sho immediately. "You two would give each other chocolate nipples just to be gross."
"Nino-chan and I will do it, then," Aiba said enthusiastically, whipping his apron off over his head.
"NO," said Sho. "You two would give each other chocolate nipples just to be traumatic."
"Romantic?" asked Ohno.
Jun hit him.
...and the Ohmiya thing where I forgot entirely about Valentine's Day.
Strange Love
Ohno knew that he and Nino were strange. Not so much that he and Nino were strange, but that the two of them together were somehow…not normal.
"What are you thinking about, Oh-chan?" Nino asked.
"Hm?" Ohno kissed Nino's temple and then, because Nino's hair was always so soft when it wasn't full of hairspray and gel, brought his fingers up and carded through the ink-dark strands. "We're weird," he said.
Nino snorted, not looking up from his game. "Did you just figure that out?" he asked pleasantly.
"No," Ohno said and he propped his chin on Nino's shoulder so that he had a better view of Nino's pixilated character running around with a big sword. They weren't so much sitting on Nino's couch as they were tangled up together on it. Ohno was propped in the corner with Nino lying heavy in his arms, his back to Ohno's chest. Ohno was pretty sure that he and Nino had started the day with their legs stretched out along the cushions but as the sunlight had tracked around the room they'd drawn in together, their ankles crossing over each other's, knees bumping together. Against his heels, Ohno could feel where the curve of Nino's butt met the sofa surface. He tightened the arm still wrapped around Nino's waist. "I was just thinking about that time when you were fifteen and we snuck out of the dorms to go kissing in the dance studio."
"Plenty of horny fifteen-year-olds sneak out to go kissing in weird places," Nino said matter-of-factly. "And I was sixteen, anyhow."
Ohno quit playing with Nino's hair to poke at the touch screen. "It was May, you were fifteen."
Nino's character followed Ohno's finger off a cliff. Nino hit the back of his hand with the stylus. "My birthday was only a few weeks away, so it's more like I was sixteen. Anyway," Nino restarted his game, "how does that make us weird? Not that we aren't, I mean."
"Well, we'd only just met two hours before that."
"An hour and a half and we'd known each other for longer than that," Nino disagreed.
"Met properly," Ohno corrected. "With names and talking to each other. And then an hour and a half later we were necking in the studio."
"Necking," Nino repeated. "Who the hell says that anymore? It's called 'making out', Oh-chan."
"It was necking." Ohno had meant to sound firm but just the words brought back the memory in full force. The way the dusty sunlight had filtered through the windows, the way Nino had caught his breath as Ohno had kissed the pulse fluttering just under his ear, the scent and sound of the two of them, teenagers, kissing boys for the first time. He skimmed his lips over Nino's jaw, nuzzling at his neck as his head tipped to the side to give him better access. "I like your neck."
Nino sighed and Ohno heard the DS drop just before Nino's hands came back and up and buried themselves in Ohno's hair. "Well, one of us should," he said distractedly.
PS. Re: Arashi's new song 'Season'. I played it for the kids and Ed. Right around sixteen seconds in to it Ed looks at me. About ten seconds after that he asks me if Arashi is trying to rickroll us.
I really love my husband some days. And later he asked if we could re-watch episode one of Uta no Oniisan because he wanted to see Ohno run around screaming again. I lucked out, people.
The downside of feeling better? I was doing beta work while sick. Now, when I beta it means I make private LJ entries to check how the fic looks and to read it over and sometimesI make corrections here, sometimes in the original file. When I'm sick, apparently I just copy/paste randomly from one to the other as I correct and leave myself with a huge mess to untangle. \o/ \o/ \o/
So for today, I will be untangling and then submitting.
WHICH REMINDS ME!
You still have one more day to write and submit for both ohmiya is my valentineღ AND this year i'm giving ❤ FIVESOME CHOCOLATES❤ to all my friends.
It only has to be 500 words and it doesn't have to be porn! Heck, for fivesomeaday I don't think it even has to be gay (not any gayer than Arashi normally is, I mean) it can probably just be friendship antics and boy-cuddles. And I bring this up because 1: There are prizes, 2: It's not mod-judged, it's voter judged so you can't say 'only their friends will win' (they would shank their lj friends in their sleep if they could get to most of them) and 3: I am sick of reading my own stuff--please give me something better to read. Even if you don't think you can win, you can still enter (see point three) and you might surprise yourself. Seriously--most people are not good judges when it comes to their own writing.
I...guess it's hate meme time again? I don't understand hate memes.
I'm in a boy-band fandom, for pity's sake. I like the music. I got into it because of the music (I stayed for the retarded antics and the cheerful gay!). The music is upbeat and makes me feel good. The band I follow (the most, anyway) is made up of people whose on-screen personalities I enjoy (and feel are not that drastically different from who they really are--them, just exaggerated). Watching them, buying their cds, talking to other people about the dumb stuff they do, makes me happy. I just don't understand why somebody would want to ruin the fandom and the band for themselves by focusing on stuff they don't like. Locked lj ranting and occasional bouts of public bitchery are one thing but...hate meme?
I am not one of the fandom cool kids.
ETA: After talking to my twin--I don't really get love meme's, either. It's not going to fix or change anything.
BUT! I do think that if you're going to post in either you should have a great sock puppet account name like pi_in_my_pants. It's funny on a all my twelve-year-old levels.
(Ps. You can friend me, defriend me, and ask me to defriend you; I won't ever get mad. I don't friend back a lot because I have issues. But if you talk to me enough, and pop up in discussions I'm following, who knows what could happen! You could end up stuck with a total flake that you have to defriend!)
Enough of that! Have some snippet-y bits that I couldn't turn into fic!
Chocolate Making Fivesome That Just Didn't Make It
"Oh-chan and I will work shirtless," Nino volunteered.
"No," said Sho immediately. "You two would give each other chocolate nipples just to be gross."
"Nino-chan and I will do it, then," Aiba said enthusiastically, whipping his apron off over his head.
"NO," said Sho. "You two would give each other chocolate nipples just to be traumatic."
"Romantic?" asked Ohno.
Jun hit him.
...and the Ohmiya thing where I forgot entirely about Valentine's Day.
Strange Love
Ohno knew that he and Nino were strange. Not so much that he and Nino were strange, but that the two of them together were somehow…not normal.
"What are you thinking about, Oh-chan?" Nino asked.
"Hm?" Ohno kissed Nino's temple and then, because Nino's hair was always so soft when it wasn't full of hairspray and gel, brought his fingers up and carded through the ink-dark strands. "We're weird," he said.
Nino snorted, not looking up from his game. "Did you just figure that out?" he asked pleasantly.
"No," Ohno said and he propped his chin on Nino's shoulder so that he had a better view of Nino's pixilated character running around with a big sword. They weren't so much sitting on Nino's couch as they were tangled up together on it. Ohno was propped in the corner with Nino lying heavy in his arms, his back to Ohno's chest. Ohno was pretty sure that he and Nino had started the day with their legs stretched out along the cushions but as the sunlight had tracked around the room they'd drawn in together, their ankles crossing over each other's, knees bumping together. Against his heels, Ohno could feel where the curve of Nino's butt met the sofa surface. He tightened the arm still wrapped around Nino's waist. "I was just thinking about that time when you were fifteen and we snuck out of the dorms to go kissing in the dance studio."
"Plenty of horny fifteen-year-olds sneak out to go kissing in weird places," Nino said matter-of-factly. "And I was sixteen, anyhow."
Ohno quit playing with Nino's hair to poke at the touch screen. "It was May, you were fifteen."
Nino's character followed Ohno's finger off a cliff. Nino hit the back of his hand with the stylus. "My birthday was only a few weeks away, so it's more like I was sixteen. Anyway," Nino restarted his game, "how does that make us weird? Not that we aren't, I mean."
"Well, we'd only just met two hours before that."
"An hour and a half and we'd known each other for longer than that," Nino disagreed.
"Met properly," Ohno corrected. "With names and talking to each other. And then an hour and a half later we were necking in the studio."
"Necking," Nino repeated. "Who the hell says that anymore? It's called 'making out', Oh-chan."
"It was necking." Ohno had meant to sound firm but just the words brought back the memory in full force. The way the dusty sunlight had filtered through the windows, the way Nino had caught his breath as Ohno had kissed the pulse fluttering just under his ear, the scent and sound of the two of them, teenagers, kissing boys for the first time. He skimmed his lips over Nino's jaw, nuzzling at his neck as his head tipped to the side to give him better access. "I like your neck."
Nino sighed and Ohno heard the DS drop just before Nino's hands came back and up and buried themselves in Ohno's hair. "Well, one of us should," he said distractedly.
PS. Re: Arashi's new song 'Season'. I played it for the kids and Ed. Right around sixteen seconds in to it Ed looks at me. About ten seconds after that he asks me if Arashi is trying to rickroll us.
I really love my husband some days. And later he asked if we could re-watch episode one of Uta no Oniisan because he wanted to see Ohno run around screaming again. I lucked out, people.