2016

THEME: “Why I Like Kdramas”

I like kdramas because for the most part they’re happy. Because even when the characters are presented with unhappy situations, by series end love triumphs over adversity, the bad guys get their comeuppance, and the protagonists find their happy ending.

And in between the introduction and the ending, there is a wealth of sadness and joy. The best shows run the full gamut of human emotion and take you on a journey through empathy and despair.

It’s beautiful to be allowed to feel so much. To have all of your empty spaces filled, even just for a little while, enables a person to face their own life with a bit more hope that everything will turn out all right. And that’s beautiful.

To laugh and cry cleanses the soul. It opens you up to possibilities you might never have known. It lets you look at another person and see that they’re human too, and thus deserving of consideration and maybe even love.

In a world that is often confusing and scary, a kdrama lets you believe that perseverance will be rewarded. If you hold onto your spirit and don’t give in to temptation and cruelty, you can live a good life. Just keep moving forward, keep smiling, cry when you need the release, and don’t let anyone tell you that you’re not good enough to be happy.

There’s so much feeling in a good kdrama. It might be fiction, but it feels like truth. Because you will laugh, cry, and fall in love one hour at a time.

And that’s another think I like about kdramas: they are planned out with a beginning and an ending. Each series has a goal to be reached and you don’t have to worry that things will be drawn … Read the rest “THEME: “Why I Like Kdramas””

A. Once humans begin farming in space, the wealthy move onto luxurious space stations while relying on the Earth for resources and labor. Instead of there being a rebellion, the stationers begin seeing themselves as above normal humanity.

1/A FILL: After the Blight struck, there was no choice but to move agriculture production to the orbital farms. Which meant building a place where humans could live.

Some nights, the sky looks nearly blocked out by the ag-farms. They’re curving bends of metal and plastic, each its own little world, containing thousands of people living miles away from the problems of the Earth below.

The ag-farms once answered to Earth command, but after the War they governed themselves. They chose to use their newfound independence to make themselves into the kings of the sky, doling out food with ungracious superiority.

The Dirt People toiled in factories and in mines while the Exalted enjoyed the fruits of their labors. Ever more fantastical scientific advancements were made on the backs of the people, but the wonders they created were not for themselves.

While the lifespans of the Exalted grew ever longer, the lives of the people became short and filled with sickness and discontent.

What parts of the Earth not destroyed by the Blight were damaged as the people were forced to dig deep and drag out the precious ore.

Year by year, the dying cries of the planet made themselves known to the people. From earthquakes and tornadoes, to explosions of hidden gas and mile long fissures that opened with deadly suddenness. Yet the Exalted did not listen to the dying cries of the people.

They floated high above the world in their shiny and clean habitats, served by their robots and genemod slaves. They lay in their healing pods and never … Read the rest “PROMPT: Humanity splits itself apart”

Bob’s Burgers: s4.e13. “Mazel-Tina” — I know Bob is always saying it, but they would have a successful family business if they weren’t all so terrible at their jobs.

Tina is able to get a catering job for her dad. Though it turns out that the only reason she wants him to cater is so she can go to Tammy’s bat mitzvah without being invited, the fact remains that she was able to get him PAYING work. If the Belcher family wanted it, they could have a very successful business.

Everyone universally loves Bob’s burgers.

They just hate him and his family.

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Title: Tuesday Night
Author: Harper Kingsley
Setting: Kanon-verse
Genre: superhero, mm

Chapter Eleven was split into two posts due to size. This is the part two.

CHAPTER ELEVEN continued…

Following Seth was like second nature. Tony had to admit that the guy had fallen into the role of leader as natural as breathing. Probably a result of the leadership courses he’d received at the Training Center as a teenager. Tony had only managed summer classes until the CMPF scholarship, but Seth had been training to be a superhero from the time he was fourteen years old.

Part of Tony would always wonder what his life would have been like if he’d had the money for the intensive training Seth had received. But that was an old regret, one that he couldn’t do anything about now.

They were jogging a winding path that cut through side streets and down alleys, keeping an eye out for any people. Everything seemed deserted. It was eerie to see no people bustling about during the day. It gave a horror movie vibe that made the patch of skin between his shoulders itch.

Seth must have shared his unease, because they were moving at a good clip. It wouldn’t take them too long to reach Triangle Park, maybe another twenty minutes.

Tony was starting to think things were looking like cake. They’d reach the Park, lay the charges, and be out of range before the fireworks started. They were going to make it.

A flicker of warning. He body-slammed Seth out of the way with a flying tackle. “Get down!”

The ground they would have passed through exploded with a rain of pulverized asphalt and burning debris.

Tony rolled off Seth, his rifle already firing. He was in that headspace where everything seemed to move slowly … Read the rest “Tuesday Night, by Harper Kingsley – Chapter Eleven (2/2) [Kanon, superhero, Sunfire/Teen Steel, mm]”

Haunted by the ghost of you,
the things you said,
and made me do;
the darkness that called out to me,
pulled me in,
set me free.
I lie here in my bed at night,
dream of you,
our Maybe Life,
regret the choices that we made,
the love you took into the grave.