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Friday, May 13th, 2016 12:07 am.
So has anybody here ever been in a snowstorm?
I've got a character high up in a building, looking out at night during a snowstorm. I've never seen that, so I'm not sure what it would look like. Visibility? Would anything be visible, or just a big mass of... grey? white? The view is of a very big lake - would it be there, or would it be impossible to see that far?
I just need to know enough to spin out from, but I do want to write it so it makes sense and doesn't sound like, well, like I've never been in a fucking snowstorm, for starters. LOL.
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So has anybody here ever been in a snowstorm?
I've got a character high up in a building, looking out at night during a snowstorm. I've never seen that, so I'm not sure what it would look like. Visibility? Would anything be visible, or just a big mass of... grey? white? The view is of a very big lake - would it be there, or would it be impossible to see that far?
I just need to know enough to spin out from, but I do want to write it so it makes sense and doesn't sound like, well, like I've never been in a fucking snowstorm, for starters. LOL.
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Idea for Hobbit slash
Thursday, July 14th, 2011 01:49 pm(Yes, I'm staking a claim here, so take note.)
With all the recent brouhaha about Kili being such a hot little guy, I was suddenly struck by the notion of him and Legolas bumping into each other somehow in Thranduil's realm. Legolas all confused about a dwarf who is actually good-looking. Hotness ensues. Could be some interesting undertones given the history. Would make for good angry sex, trying to out-macho each other since they're both young and full o' beans.
Damn. Feels nice to get a spark like that again.
With all the recent brouhaha about Kili being such a hot little guy, I was suddenly struck by the notion of him and Legolas bumping into each other somehow in Thranduil's realm. Legolas all confused about a dwarf who is actually good-looking. Hotness ensues. Could be some interesting undertones given the history. Would make for good angry sex, trying to out-macho each other since they're both young and full o' beans.
Damn. Feels nice to get a spark like that again.
Nostalgic Memories
Sunday, November 19th, 2006 05:24 pm.
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" The little voice piped like a whistle through the golden afternoon, and he looked up in time to see the bright-haired faunt running toward him, arms outstretched. He caught the lad in mid-leap, and found himself caged in small limbs, and his lips pressed in a warm kiss, loudly released. He smiled, dazed and a little taken aback at Hobbiton manners. Not something Merry would have done, that.
"It's so fine that you're back, Mr. Frodo!" Sam squeaked. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived." The child hugged him again, and Frodo laughed.
"You must tell me everything that has happened since I saw you last," Frodo said, as he set Samwise down, and the boy quickly took his hand. He began with the birth of the new calf as they started up towards the Hill, the sunlight warm upon the grass.
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" The little voice piped like a whistle through the golden afternoon, and he looked up in time to see the bright-haired faunt running toward him, arms outstretched. He caught the lad in mid-leap, and found himself caged in small limbs, and his lips pressed in a warm kiss, loudly released. He smiled, dazed and a little taken aback at Hobbiton manners. Not something Merry would have done, that.
"It's so fine that you're back, Mr. Frodo!" Sam squeaked. "I'm sorry I wasn't here when you arrived." The child hugged him again, and Frodo laughed.
"You must tell me everything that has happened since I saw you last," Frodo said, as he set Samwise down, and the boy quickly took his hand. He began with the birth of the new calf as they started up towards the Hill, the sunlight warm upon the grass.
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Wednesday, November 9th, 2005 02:46 pmI've never been a fandom participant myself, so these last few years have been something of an anomaly. Before 1999, my activities were confined to enjoying the subject of my admiration in music/book/whatever, and squeeing with whatever friend I had that shared my enthusiasm, usually just one or two people at a time.
Started with the totally embarrassing teenybop stars of the early 70's (NO, I'm not going to say who). Stepped up into Queen and then Led Zeppelin in the late 70's. Wrote some Queen slash with my best friend of the time, went to concerts, etc. In 1991, got hit with Doors fever, which lasted a year or two.
Had various random actor fixations, which were more or less lasting but never went beyond watching all their movies: Tom Cruise, Val Kilmer, Brad Pitt. Yeah, I like 'em pretty. In 1999, I got hit MAJOR HARD by Keanu Reeves, and lasted with him until halfway through 2001, when LOTR basically blew him out of the water.
But LOTR had been there for me since the mid 70's. Read the books in '76, the Sil when it came out in '77, and have always been in love with that world. Was enraged by Bakshi in '78, and decided film would simply never work for LOTR. Reread the book every now and then in the intervening years. Then the images and trailers for PJ's version started coming out, and I was awash in the mingled terror and anticipation. Greatly rewarded when the films came out, because unlike some fans, I had no expectation that they would be just like what was in my head. They're beautiful and heartfelt and accomplished, and that's enough for me.
I ventured online during my Keanu madness, so going on to the online LOTR fandom was an easy step. Started at TORn, then read PGY on the advice of someone there (can't remember who anymore). Since I've always loved writing, I tried my hand at LOTR FPS and got nice comments, so I joined a couple of Yahoo lists, and then made my way to LJ and my own website (courtesy of lovely
danachan.
And here I am. It's all fading away for me now, and I doubt it'll be replaced by anything, to be honest. Like I said, I'm not a fandom person and not really a joiner of anything by nature, so this has been a bit of an island in my life. Sometimes nice, sometimes nasty, like most things. I've enjoyed most of it.
Started with the totally embarrassing teenybop stars of the early 70's (NO, I'm not going to say who). Stepped up into Queen and then Led Zeppelin in the late 70's. Wrote some Queen slash with my best friend of the time, went to concerts, etc. In 1991, got hit with Doors fever, which lasted a year or two.
Had various random actor fixations, which were more or less lasting but never went beyond watching all their movies: Tom Cruise, Val Kilmer, Brad Pitt. Yeah, I like 'em pretty. In 1999, I got hit MAJOR HARD by Keanu Reeves, and lasted with him until halfway through 2001, when LOTR basically blew him out of the water.
But LOTR had been there for me since the mid 70's. Read the books in '76, the Sil when it came out in '77, and have always been in love with that world. Was enraged by Bakshi in '78, and decided film would simply never work for LOTR. Reread the book every now and then in the intervening years. Then the images and trailers for PJ's version started coming out, and I was awash in the mingled terror and anticipation. Greatly rewarded when the films came out, because unlike some fans, I had no expectation that they would be just like what was in my head. They're beautiful and heartfelt and accomplished, and that's enough for me.
I ventured online during my Keanu madness, so going on to the online LOTR fandom was an easy step. Started at TORn, then read PGY on the advice of someone there (can't remember who anymore). Since I've always loved writing, I tried my hand at LOTR FPS and got nice comments, so I joined a couple of Yahoo lists, and then made my way to LJ and my own website (courtesy of lovely
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And here I am. It's all fading away for me now, and I doubt it'll be replaced by anything, to be honest. Like I said, I'm not a fandom person and not really a joiner of anything by nature, so this has been a bit of an island in my life. Sometimes nice, sometimes nasty, like most things. I've enjoyed most of it.