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1. Pick 10 of your favourite movies.
2. Go to IMDb and find a quote from each movie.
3. Post them here for everyone to guess.
4. Fill in the film title once it's guessed.
5. NO GOOGLING/using IMDb search functions

I have to say, once I actually set out to do this, it was ridiculously hard to think of ten of my favourite movies.  Because really, I don't watch all that much in the way of movies.  Most of what I view consists of BBC telly that I get online.  Hu-bloody-zzah.

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How very curious!  This very eve I was saying how curious it is how one departs from fandoms that one all but lived in at one point, and specific to myself, I commented that I could not imagine even writing a Lord of the Rings fic now.  I should have no idea what to write about, I said.  And not half an hour ago, I wrote a LotR ficlet.  My first since July- and before that, since March of 2006.  Just a wee thing, Gollum-centric, but I found it odd that I should write such a thing after saying that I couldn't imagine doing so ever again. 

Just goes to show, I suppose
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Hmm.  Writing a Jooster fic, which has been going very well, up 'till now.  'Now' being the advent of my writing the smutty bit of said fic.  Because really, it's dashed difficult to write that sort of thing in the Bertie!voice, adept though I generally am at using said voice.  Eh.  Unfortunate.  But I shall manage somehow.  Go back to my memories and read all the dirty Jeeves and Wooster fics I have mem'ed, I suppose, and glean wisdom from writers greater and more accomplished than myself.  

On the subj. of fanfiction, however, I have some more to share with you, my adoring readers.  *refrains from commenting on the irony of that statement*

Here is- and this is a right shocker, I know- a Lord of the Rings fic, the first I've written in a very, very long time.  It's a short, Eowyn-centric ficlet, but I'm quite proud of it.  Emily I think would appreciate it, if you're reading this:

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/3683272/1/Concerning_Stories

And this, a Velvet Goldmine fic, concerning those two least-used characters in fandom, Jerry and Shannon.  Short, again, but quite different from my normal fare, I think.  It's het, for one thing, which is strange enough.

http://community.livejournal.com/velvet_goldmine/575685.html#cutid1
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Lovingly snitched from ElvenPirate (that is to say, [livejournal.com profile] ladywormtongue), who ought to go and read my new fic on FF.net 

1. Leave a comment saying you want to be interviewed.
2. I'll reply and give you five questions to answer.
3. You'll update your LJ with the questions answered.
4. You'll include this explanation.
5. You ask other people questions when they want to be interviewed. And it just keeps going, and going, and going...



1. *takes advantage of the fact that she knows one of Culuma's fave pairings* Given the choice, would you hook up with Grima or Eowyn? And no cheating and saying both! ;)

Damn that is a difficult one... *thinks hard* I think, although they are both sexy and utterly beautiful, especially together, I would have to say Eowyn.  For Grima, dark and complex and lovely though he is, I would not actually want to have sex with him.  I should like, rather, to be seduced by him, or have him slink out of the shadows and whisper dark things against my ear.  Also, since he is not generally a happy person- indeed, most decidedly unhappy and tormented, I don't imagine I would like to spend any great amount of time in his presence.  Eowyn, on the other hand, has the potential to be beautiful and golden and joyous, as well as cold and pale- my "Ice Princess", so to speak.  She is the sort of person, I imagine, whom one could fight with and make love with and speak with and ride with and drink with and do nothing at all with, and still have it be a wonderful experience.  Not to mention that from the first time I read The Lord of the Rings, I felt a connexion with Eowyn- I understood her and related to her.  Not so much anymore, but because of that, I feel that I would get on with her better than with Grima. Also, sex with Eowyn... ye gods, that would be hot!

2. What color other than blue would you like the sky to be?

Hmm.  Not green, for then the grasses and trees and such wouldn't stand out as they ought.  Violet, mayhap?  Or is that too like unto blue?  A cool colour, certainly- no oranges or golds or aught like that.  Indigo perhaps?  Now that would be nice.  Granted, it is very similar to blue, but still.  Indigo, I should say- or purple.

3. An alien comes down from the sky with a magical device that will grant you one wish. What do you wish?

Now here it's a contest between being able to breathe underwater, and being able to fly, as these two have been my deepest longings ever since I was but a wee bairn. I don't swim much, so there's a disadvantage to the breathing underwater, but just think how amazing that would be- to be as the merpeople are... *sighs*  But flying, flying would just be... oh, it would be bliss.  To be weightless and to fly up to where the air is pure again, to be able to make those flying dreams come true.  Yes.  I've decided.  Flying it is.

4. What's your favorite techno/dance song?

Hmm.  I do rather fancy the techo Phantom of the Opera.  Although Butterfly, Malchick Gay, Loveshine, Dream a Dream, and Speed Over Beethoven are close seconds

5. Which dead author would you so totally do?

Do poets count as authors?  If so, then Lord Byron, totally.  The man was so bloody pretty!!  He's a romantic, messed up poet, he's bi, he's highly promiscuous, he associates with other pretty, messed up, romantic poets, just... gah!!

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Ahhh!!!! *spazzes* P.J. is giving into consumeristical ideals!!! My idol! Peter bloody Jackson, whom I so admired for his I-really-don't-give-a-damn-what-you-say additude and style, those wonderfully absurd glasses and hobbity inclination to be "fat in the stomach".... gone!!! *sobs* Ok, first off, he's lost somewhere between 60-70 pounds, so he looks so unnaturally skinny! And it makes his nose look really big. Besides that, he's gotten laser-eye surgery, so he doesn't wear glasses anymore. I mean, what the hell? Those huge, wire-framed glasses were his trademark, along with his perpetually bare feet. And, on top of the more superficial things, he's now suing New Line Cinema over some quibbling about the costs or revenues or something from Fellowship!! He's supposed to be better than that! It's not about the money, it's about the spirit of the thing, and he was all about honouring that! But... what's going on!?!? My world is crashing to bits around me. Plus, Fellowship was four years ago. Or three, or something- why are you dealing with this now,/i>?!?!?
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What's your bad LOTR fanfic storyline?
LJ Username
Your last name is
Your gender is
Your race is
Your one true love is
You team up with makerstar
To do battle with the demonic troop of slighly pissed off gerbils being controlled by the Voice of Saruman
For the sake of seeing if you can poke a Ringwraith in the eye
During the battle you Fall bleeding. only to be cured by the kiss of Legolas in the Houses of Healing
And end up getting a bit of land west of Mordor where you grow little talking Venus Flytraps that sing
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Is this one of those things where you only get people on your friends list? 'cause otherwise that would be just too strange...
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What's your bad LOTR fanfic storyline?
LJ Username
Your last name is
Your gender is
Your race is
Your one true love is
You team up with redeyedferrets
To do battle with the Hobbits, because capri pants are SO last year
For the sake of Getting in Eowyn's skirts
During the battle you fall in love with a ghost warrior and run off with him to Rwanda
And end up marrying Frodo, but he dumps you for the Grey Havens and Sam writes you out of the story. You eventualy get a job working behind the bar in the Prancing Pony to make ends meet for your four children Harpo, Bingo, Boffo, and Karl.
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Jenny!!! It's you!! Now tell me, is that weird, or is that weird?
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The Phantom of the Opera

Christine:
In sleep he sang to me
In dreams he came
That voice which calls to me
And speaks my name
And do I dream again?
For now I find
The phantom of the opera is there,
Inside my mind

Phantom:
Sing once again with me
Our strange duet
My power over you
Grows stronger yet
And though you turn from me
to glance behind
The phantom of the opera is there
Inside your mind

Christine:

Those who have seen your face
Draw back in fear
I am the mask you wear

Phantom:
It's me they hear

Both:
My/Your spirit and my/your voice
In one combined
The phantom of the opera is there
inside my/your mind

Chorus:
Is that the phantom of the opera?
Beware the phantom of the opera

Phantom:
In all your fantasies you always knew
That man and mystery

Christine:
Were both in you

Both:
And in this labrinth
Where night is blind
The Phantom of the opera is here/there

Christine:

Inside my mind

Phantom:
Sing, my Angel of Music!
                                                                                                                                                                                                                    Christine:
He's there,
the Phantom of the Opera . .























































 




Music of the Night

Phantom:

Night-time sharpens,
heightens each sensation . . .
Darkness stirs and
wakes imagination . . .
Silently the senses
abandon their defences . . .
Slowly, gently
night unfurls its splendour . . .
Grasp it, sense it -
tremulous and tender . . .
Turn your face away
from the garish light of day,
turn your thoughts away
from cold, unfeeling light -
and listen to
the music of the night . . .
Close your eyes
and surrender to your
darkest dreams!
Purge your thoughts
of the life
you knew before!
Close your eyes,
let your spirit
start to soar!
And you'll live
as you've never
lived before . . .
Softly, deftly,
music shall surround you . . .
Feel it, hear it,
closing in around you . . .
Open up your mind,
let your fantasies unwind,
in this darkness which
you know you cannot fight -
the darkness of
the music of the night . . .
Let your mind
start a journey through a
strange new world!
Leave all thoughts
of the world
you knew before!
Let your soul
Take you where you
long to be !
Only then
can you belong
to me . . .
Floating, falling,
sweet intoxication!
Touch me, trust me
savour each sensation!
Let the dream begin,
let your darker side give in
to the power of the music that I write -
the power of the music of the night . . .
You alone can make my song take flight -
help me make the music of the night . .






























































I was listening to this, and it hit me that this song was practically a Grima/Eowyn song put to verse.  Since I think all of you who read this, excluding Peter, have read my G/E stuff, or are a shipper like myself, so you'll know what I'm saying. You've got the whole creepy, stalkerish aspect, which, I cannot deny, is very much a part of the G/E ship, you have the guy with an uncanny understanding of the girl, the almost worshipful adoration with which he regards her, the way he frightens her, and yet intriuges her, and thus, she is unable to resist, the whole juxtaposition of darkness and light, night and day, and how the Phantom/Grima lives in perpetual darkness, but yearns for the light that Christine/Eowyn embodies, the urge to give into aesthetic sensation, the belief that he and he alone can fulfil her true dreams and potential... it's all there. 


Now, this is just screaming for me to write a songfic, of course...

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Hello again! I have another fic!! Not a new one, unfortunately, but one that I think bears reading, as I'm quite fond of it. FanFiction.net, my usual repository for my writings, removed it, for 'explicit content'. Now, do not be fooled, it's NOT THAT BAD! However, just so y'all know- it is a necrofic, meaning it involves people doing naughty things to dead people. Hott..

Lovely Smeagol/Deagol Necrofic )

I was going bloody insane, not being able to post that- I was really quite offended when FF.net removed it, but anyway- that's not the point
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Well, look what is it... ANOTHER FIC! WOOTwoot! This is the third of my Grima/Eowyn fics, and I must say I rather like this one.

Night and Day )

Some fics

May. 3rd, 2005 10:54 pm
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Well, I just realized that I have, at the moment, sixteen completed fics, and none of them are posted on my livejournal. Well, I said to myself, there is something wrong with that- yes indeed, and so I have decided to remedy it. I'm going to post the three fics I am most fond of- my Grima/Eowyn ones. A trilogy, I s'pose you could call them, not that there's any continuing storyline... but that's not the point! Pray do continue.


Read more... )

There we are- the first one, lovely!

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