~~ LIKE, WHOAH.

[reenka]

This is really freaking me out. Ack!! The stage play! For His Dark Materials!! ACK!! LYRA AND WILL AT THE TREE :(( I think if by some trick of weirdness someone made an H/D play I would so bawl my eyes out. And I never do that. OMG WILL AND LYRA :(( I AM STILL UPSET ABOUT THAT ENDING :(((( ...(*is hormonal right now, thankyouverymuch*)

Also, gacked from addictedkitten & hackthis & etc:
"I know very little about some of the people on my friends' list. Some people I know relatively well. I read your fic, or we have something else in common and we chat occasionally. Some of you I hardly know at all. Perhaps you lurk, for whatever reason. But you friended me and I thank you.

But here's a thought: why not take this opportunity to tell me a little something about yourself. Any old thing at all. Just so the next time I see your name I can say: "Ah, there's so and so...she likes spinach."

I'd love it if every single person who friended me would do this. Yes, even you people who I know really well. Then post this in your own journal."

Mind you, I don't have a highly interactive flist, so I'm not holding my breath. That said, I love to be surprised~:))

Comments

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

I breathe through gills. -_-

[(Anonymous)]

LIIIIIIIES, ALL LIIIIIIES!!1 >:O

signed,
your Anony!lover

[addictedkitten.livejournal.com]

I am wearing black underwear with silver stars. I just bought them. They make me very happy.

hm. stuff. okay.

[ashkitty.livejournal.com]

Hm. My name is Ash. I think you defriended me, not that I can whine about anyone not wanting to be subjected to my inane babble all the time. ;) I friended you 'cause you were interesting. And I am getting kittens today. :)

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

*IS OMG SOINLOVE!!!!*

[layha.livejournal.com]

I'm Lexa and I play four instruments: violin, piano, drums, and guitar.
I'm pretty indifferent to spinach.
And I'm in love with you.

[(Anonymous)]

*consensually molests you* :>

[weatherby.livejournal.com]

I eat tuna fish with mustard, and I am having a tuna fish sandwich right now.

The first fic I ever wrote was Sweet Valley Twins, in second grade.

[seren-himitsu.livejournal.com]

I actually do like spinach.

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, stop, help, somebody. -_-

MORE, MORE, MORE! *shrieks!*

[(Anonymous)]

there can never be enough, man. :-*

*addicted to own soap opera*

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

♥♥♥♥♥!! :D

[shatterglass.livejournal.com]

I live in Pennsylvania, but I want to be in France.

Sorry I can't think of something more profound, but really, a PLAY? HOW CAN THEY? I wonder if it's any good.

Re: hm. stuff. okay.

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

KITTENS!! >:D :D

...there can never be enough kittens~:))



or ponies, but we just won't get into that -.-

[celestialfray.livejournal.com]

L.J. Smith was my first fandom ever. I actually wrote fanfic for it. (Not that any of it will ever see the light of day). I was very young back then.


Besides dead fish, I have issues with seafood. Especially crawfish, lobster, shrimp, or crabs. I can't even touch them. They're just like really big bugs to me (and technically I'm pretty sure they're biologically related to insects.)

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

*heaves bosom!*

I'll never let go! *clings*

[mark356.livejournal.com]

A reason I might not reply to your posts too often is that I have a big friends list, so when I see anything longer than a page (cut or not) I'll open it into a new window and get back to it after I've read the other hundred posts or however many it is. I usually have about twelve windows open by the end, and I often don't have the energy to reply to them; for yours, the ones I don't reply to, I think, "This is brilliant and interesting and worth thinking about if I felt like it."

Also, I love Romaine lettuce with vinegar.

[(Anonymous)]

*cracks up*
I mean...
*heaves bosom in glorious tandem waltz!!*

well, it's true that girls don't need condoms, I guess, ahahahah ♥

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

omg FUCK THIS HARLEQUIN SHIT!11!

*BOOTY BUMP*

[(Anonymous)]

rrrraaarrrrrrrr. *sheds false modesty along with petticoats*

ourloveissounfitforgeneralaudiences >:D :D

[tocomfortyou.livejournal.com]

ourloveissoprogressiveshowtimeseries:DDD

is that a shroud of mystery or are you just happy to see me?

[(Anonymous)]

OMG. *ONE STEP AWAY FROM RECKLESS H/D RP PROPOSAL* :> :>

*bats eyelashes* nah, that's the insibility cloak to protect our sekrit lurve from... uh. the raving fangirls >:D

[crimson-stained.livejournal.com]

I enjoy reading angst.

But for some reason, I cannot bring myself to read subtexty and surreal angst where I have to infer and imagine. This is the stuff that everyone describes as heart wrenching and beautiful. Most of the time I can't undestand it. It sounds so poetic and lovely, but I find myself skimming through them, wondering what exactly makes people hold their breath.

[yourpoison.livejournal.com]

I know what you mean, man :>
Though I think most definitely, I've been guilty of this at times. I think it's a part of that showing-vs-telling thing, too. You're not showing, really, if you're making the reader do the work. It's so nice to be so caught up in the story you can't help but be carried away into wherever it wants to take you. Mmmmmmm, I'm inspiring myself to read the last chapter of `Drawing Down the Moon' now :>

[crimson-stained.livejournal.com]

I rarely have time to read fic, and when I do, it's late at night and I just don't have the effort to infer things from the text as a reader. I'm just in the mood to read something equally heart wrenching and beautiful that I can understand. Usually, it's just fics that are straight to the point that make me all emotional, because i can understand them.

Easy read ficcing is what I need. Sometimes I feel slightly uncultured. Especially when I read glowing recs but the fic just wooshes past my head I just don't understand.

I used to write a lot of that angst that sounded lovely but didn't make sense when i reread it. For some reason now I just write fic that makes too much sense and isn't quite serious anymore. Or I just don't write at all.