For your reading pleasure, both shoneenclub and je_fqfest are posting right now! RIGHT THIS SECOND THERE IS FIC. You should go and read it! (Also: ninoexchange and je_otherworlds have posted/revealed! There is some AMAZING FIC offered there.) Take time to tell an author or two that you liked what you read--a line or two or even just 'I liked this!' can mean a lot to a person.
Happy people write more fic, yo.
On the writing front!
Rarepair challenge! That link will take you to the fantastic elfiepike's journal and to a discussion about rare pairings in the Arashi fandom. The idea here is a bingo-card surrounding the. BUT! It's still in the IDEA stage. Dudes, you could get in on this on the groundfloor and throw some ideas (and prompts! lots of prompts!) around! You could help get these rare pairs the hookups they deserve. Possibly they don't even have to be romantic pairings!
I think it's a great idea and I think you should go spam Elfie with your thoughts on this matter! There is also a comm but I am not linking to it yet because I am EVIL.
And: In a previous entry I mentioned writing original fic. This is still something I'm interested in but I have no set plans about ANY of it. I'm way to lazy to actual run things. One thought is to have a comm that is all about posting original fic and maybe--if you ask nicely on your post--getting concrit. Otherwise, just praise! But for those people who need a prompt or a deadline, this wouldn't work. And I admit, there are times I need both of these things. In that case I wonder if something like imaginarybeasts wouldn't be best.
Honestly? I want to write original stuff but I don't want to lead or mod a comm. I'm too lazy and I have a crushing fear of being expected to be a 'fandom leader'. I had enough of that in other fandoms. I just want to enjoy writing. So if anybody wants to make a comm, cool. If anybody wants to submit to Bang*Bang or The Book, let me know! We can be writing buddies!
Normally I'd package my pimping with some fic but it's been SO hot and humid these last few days and I DO NOT have air-con that I haven't actually slept for more than a few hours in the last few days. I'm too tired to write anything real.
I dreamed I was you
The butterfly is waking, the edge of sleep drifting away. His wings flutter in the breeze, an automatic response. And he knows as he wakes that he should be afraid. This breeze does not come from the trees, it comes from the breath of the man upon whose hand he rests.
He should fly.
The man sleeps, an afternoon nap in dappled, sunlight shade. As he settles in to his slumber, he watches the butterfly that sits upon his hand, wings touching at the faint wind of his own breath. It doesn't move.
It would be the work of a second to crush him.
But he will not leave. He knows this man.
Yet how could he? He knows this butterfly, knows it very well indeed.
He is this man.
is this butterfly. It is his dream-self, his
dreaming-self. He knows this as surely as he had known how to emerge from his chrysalis.
It is as much a part of him as his infant cry, his first breath of life.
He is a butterfly who dreams he is a man.
He is a man who dreams he is a butterfly.
In this half-dream state between sleeping and waking, he is both at once.
His eyes close
and they open