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September 20th, 2019
April 14th, 2019
05:45 pm - today was an arashi day
I watched some newly subbed things. The new year sp was one of them. It was sweet and full of smiles.
I also went hunting for arashi fic. Like. Real hunting. AO3 style.
I found literally nothing.
Seriously.
Where IS everyone?
Current Mood:  sad
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February 16th, 2019
09:14 am - The News
Arashi hasn't played a large role in my life for a good two years. I've struggled to balance being a full time student, working full time, and struggling to maintain a relationship that was mostly about financial security on the part of my ex.
M and I wrote hours and hours and hours of Arashi fic that we never shared with anyone. It was my driving interest in Arashi when I didn't have time to download and watch their shows. I always found time to write a few lines and send them back to her in an email.
Then she got married and vanished. And so did a lot of my interest.
When I poke my head back into fandom again now and then-- Much more frequently now that I'm only holding down one job and no fiancee. And by that I mean once every 4 months to once every 4 weeks.
And today was that 4 weeks.
I feel a sense of shock. Of pain. Of pride. Of inevitability. Of a whole chapter of my life that spanned the past 10 years is closing.
I want to go to another concert.
I want to walk away and say good riddance. I want to write off my time in fandom as a waste. I want to dive right back into fanfic. I want to cry.
I want to binge watch all the things I've missed over the past few years. I want to act like I'm 36 and not 13 about this.
Most of all, I want the network of Arashi fans that used to be. So we could work through the grief together.
Current Mood:  distressed
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January 4th, 2019
06:04 pm
I have been moving the past 3 weeks.
This is exhausting and also due to circumstances of the holidays, I've been without internet until yesterday.
Which meant I watched arashi concerts and downloads while I unpacked or couldn't stand the silence anymore.
It was really nice.
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December 6th, 2018
07:07 pm - Untitled Concert
What. Am. I. Watching?
I thought I downloaded the subbed concert. And it opens with Arashi having a love fest over food.
I am all for this. They should all eat more. And they're adorable little chipmunks. Then they're ready to sit down and watch the concert, and I think, this is a weird way to start, but points for creativity.
Okay, here we go! Only, then the screen splits 9 ways and there are cameras fucking everywhere. There are no cameramen, managers, sound people, nothing. Just them, facing a weird two-way mirror with a bunch of cameras pointed at them. 
I have questions. 1. What the fuck is going on with that wall? Is it a two way mirror? Is it a TV? Is it a hologram?
What. Is. Happening?! 2. A running Arashi commentary of their own concert while they gnash on food they picked out themselves with no annoying guests to get in the way of Arashi being Arashi? Yes, please.
That wasn't a question technically.
3. So... is there a subbed version of the full concert somewhere?
4. Should I pause this and watch the full concert and then come back?
5. Would I be spoiling the concert for myself by watching this commentary? Or would I enjoy the concert more because I watched the commentary?
6. Is it now too late to sit and watch a 2.5 hour not-quite-a-concert before a super long day, followed by a work Christmas dinner where I've only been employed 3 weeks?
Current Mood:  high
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December 5th, 2018
07:58 pm - VS Staff has fun
There's nothing here but lots and lots of VSArashi staff dressing Nino in the most eye blinding ridiculousness that they can find.
Really, this post is in honor of them.
No one got off easy here. I'm not even sure Nino's the worst.
( You might want sunglasses...Collapse )
Aaaaaaaaaand this one because reasons.
Current Mood:  amused
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December 4th, 2018
06:11 pm - Intro Post
Hello. I'm Rin. I love Arashi. No shame.
I departed the fandom out of necessity when I returned to school full time and got engaged.
Things happened and now I'm single, graduated and fully employed as a jr software developer. And I have this thing called 'free time' that I don't know what to do with.
I went back to my old Arashi haunts and everyone is gone! All the things are gone! I can't find people or fanfic or subs.
Except Aeslis. <---- and I am so out of practice I can't even remember how to tag you properly.
My lifelong writing partner went and got married and dropped off the face of the earth. And I mean like... we wrote together through four different fandoms over more than 12 years. It's sad and I'm totally not still bitter. At all. That would be silly.
So. Um... *waves*
I'm a lot friendlier than I sound. I swear.
Talk to me about the Arashi things. What was the last news you heard? Funny thing? Good fic? Anything.
This bit from a while back is solid gold:
https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x67l8cg
Highly re-watchable.
Current Mood:  bouncy
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November 24th, 2018
10:50 am - (Fic) At Once: Masaki
Title: At Once: Masaki
Rating: PG
Pairings: Arashi/Nino throughout the series.
Warnings: I recast Nino as a girl? Cuz genderbends are fun!
Aiba was her first kiss.
They were still juniors, part of Johnny's and Janey's respectively, and spent almost as much time at the studios as they did in school.
Puberty hit the juniors at the agency hard. Aiba was awkward with it. Lanky and clumsy, he was perpetually wide-eyed in dismay that he wasn't quite Johnny's material and that every crack in his voice proved it.
Kazumi found him silly and strange and fascinating. How did he not notice that all the other Johnnys sounded and looked and acted just like him? Zits and body odor and surprise boners and all.
Well, not just like him.
Aiba never had an ulterior motive when he tried to sneak over to the Janeys' side of the complex. He really did just want to give her the latest edition of the manga they were reading together. And when she poked and prodded and acted the tsukkomi at him, he gamely played along. Every time. When she'd confessed to a teeny crush on one of the older boys, he'd happily conspired with her to orchestrate an elaborate crossing of paths to rival the most popular TBS drama.
He was easily her best friend by the time Nino had her one year anniversary with the agency.
The day it happened had begun so mundane.
School. Janeys. Dinner. Train Home.
That day was rainy and the sky dark, despite the early evening hour. Her umbrella was huge and kept catching in the wind, obscuring her view. They'd gotten ramen after rehearsals and Nino had helped him with an assignment.
It was just so very normal.
Even what happened next had probably happened between them before. It must have. If she thought hard enough, she could probably remember another time when he'd pulled her back from some calamity or another. Or, probably more likely, she had done the rescuing.
The signal for walk lit up, and Nino stepped off the curb, distracted by a sudden gust of wind that threw her umbrella inside out.
She said something. Probably about the uselessness of the thing. The next thing she knew, he had grabbed her by the hand and yanked her back hard enough to send her stumbling into him.
Just in time for the spray of water as a red sports car pealed around the corner right where she'd been about to walk.
Shaking the rain from his eyes, he'd looked away from her in the direction the car had gone. He said something. She probably had too.
She gave up on the umbrella, resigned to being soaked.
She didn't stop holding his hand.
He didn't let go either.
Kazumi kept thinking of the sheet of water and grit that was now dripping into her shoes. The car had been close enough to feel the lacquered paint--she imagined, anyway.
If her umbrella hadn't been flailing in the wind.
If Aiba had been two steps further behind her.
A gentle tug started her walking again. A few blocks further and they were at the station.
What kind of sound would she have made when her body hit the bumper?
Thud.
Squitch.
Crack.
It was going too fast. Bones would break.
Would she feel it? Or would she go into immediate shock? If she lived at all.
Who would have to tell her mother?
It could have driven right over her. Dragged her along the concrete behind it.
Tiny rolls of fragile skin would grind away with each revolution of the tire.
Who would turn in her homework?
She was tiny though.
She could go flying at impact. A rag doll through the air.
Oh God.
Her mother.
The train lurched into motion under her feet and she blinked rapidly, remembering that nothing had happened. There was only the rain. And Aiba's hand in hers.
She didn't notice, not really, when he didn't get off at his stop.
Someone would have to fill in for her at tomorrow's filming.
Meisa-chan, probably.
She'd pretend to care that Kazumi was hurt, or worse dead, but she would relish the few extra seconds of screen time. She'd savor every stupid moment with her big stupid face.
Her stop arrived and she met his reassuring gaze and shrugged, pulling him toward the exit.
Who would help Aiba with his math?
Her throat tightened. Who would help Aiba? The fool would think it was his fault she got hit by a car.
He'd probably drop out of Johnny's. Go to work at his family restaurant and never fulfill his dream.
All because she was too ditzy to look both ways.
Would her mother be the one to tell her sister?
She had been too young to remember when the police had come to their front door in the night. Ai-chan did.
Only, it had been raining.
She was sure of it.
The droplets clinging to the brim of the officers cap had caught the porch light enough to dazzle a four-year-old.
The dancing lights were all she remembered of her father's last day on earth.
"Kazu-chan."
She blinked tragedy away like a fog from her vision. She was home and on her porch, the downpour continued but they were out from under it.
"No more morbid thoughts," he said. She just stood there, staring at him and nodding.
The longer she stared the better she felt. His face was just so sweet and dumb and earnest.
He squeezed her hand, and this time when he pulled her toward him it was with barely any force at all. His lips were cool and damp from the rain, but she hardly noticed. A wave of pure affection took the place of slow simmering panic.
She swayed into the kiss, just a little.
"I'm glad you're okay," he whispered when they parted, sounding like he didn't trust his voice to speak any louder.
"Me too."
She took his hand and pulled him in through the door. "C'mon, idiot." They were both smiling too big and blushing. "You can't go home looking like you jumped in the ocean. Your Kaa-san will blame me and she'll never make me her spring roll special again."
She tried to go on like normal after that, but Masaki had a piece of her heart from then on.
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09:45 am
I'm rewatching Are You Happy, because it makes me happy. It also reminds me how absolutely insane it was that I was able to fly to Hawaii and see them. Particularly, from the seat I had. But basically, the venue was so small, anyone with a ticket was insanely close to Arashi, much closer than 90% of the audience in Are You Happy. I was actually beneath the moving stage. Close enough to see the soles of Jun's shoes.
That's insane.
Current Music: Two to Tango
Current Mood:  happy
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September 10th, 2014
01:26 pm - Arashi in Hawaii
Anyone need a ride to Friday's concert?
I'm flying in on Friday at 11:45. I've rented a car and have room for 2 more (with contributions for cost/gas/parking fee). If anyone else is flying in to HNL Friday morning/afternoon and wants to join us, PM me!
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