What works better for choosing future idols: throwing as many as you can on the wall and hope something sticks, or singling out a small handful that best reflect you own quirky agenda? Ray examines the sudden addition of thirty-three temporary AKB members and contrasts it to the inscrutable decision making of Tsunku for the Morning Musume auditions.
Ceefu of hellokpop has a couple of engaging and thoughtful essays about bringing a more humane attitude to idols and their fans. Ray agrees with one, but not with the other. Guess which, or just read his latest ramble slash rant slash review. Slash.
The ten finalists are down to eight, as various bloggers pick their favorites and look at the chances of who’ll make it and who won’t. The common favorites are interesting, but the ones under debate are even more revealing.
Seriously.Stop reading this if you’re easily offended. Stop now. NOW.
Still here? Okay, don’t say you weren’t warned.
The next morning, Nozomi was cleaning the strap-on that she wore the night before, disinfecting it and soaping it down. It was such a small and even mis-shapen dildo, not like the ones she was used to with previous partners. Nino insisted that she use that one on him, however, and she agreed readily, enjoying the role she had to play.
So as she thrust into him she kept asking, “You like it? You like me doing this to you? What are you going to do now?”
Nino took it all in with an ecstatic peace, thrust after thrust, gasp after gasp, repeating the same four words over and over, “I will lead her…”
Lead her? Lead her where? She didn’t understand, thinking he was just muttering to himself, but managed to bring him to climax nonetheless. That said, she was left more than a little… unfinished. Unsatisfied. But he had fallen asleep quickly afterwards and snuck away early that morning.
Admiring the craftsmanship of the strap-on as she dried it off with a towel, Nozomi figured it must be custom made, maybe even a plaster caster homebrew. Then she saw the personalized engraving on the handle…
TO MY NINO. THINK OF ME ALWAYS. SATOSHI.
And that’s when she realized: Nino was repeating three words last night, not four.
Can fanfics ever come true? How much truth is there in the stories conjured by fans? Isilie confesses her love of fanfic and then looks at how her favorite OTP plays out in an actual episode of Arashi’s TV show.