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"This desk set wants to fly."
Okay, remember how amused I was that my newly purchased RotK Frodo was being sold by a guy named Greg Sanders? Well, I just bought the regular Eowyn figure from a guy named Neil Perry, like Robert Sean Leonard's character in Dead Poets Society. That's kind of neat, I think.
The very first piece of fanfic and/or slash I ever encountered was my own, a little thing I wrote after seeing Dead Poets for the first time. At that tender age, I had no idea there was such a thing as fanfic, but the ending of the movie didn't make me happy, so I wrote a story where Todd guessed that Neil was going to kill himself and stopped him (can't remember how), and then they ran away together. Neil became an actor and Todd... I forget, but I know he was the one who paid the bills. I had them living in Boston, and they had a black cat named Sam. They spent all their time thinking about each other and the only thing each of them wanted was for the other to be happy, and they were always one breath away from kissing but it never happened, because I was a kid and I couldn't write it without giggling (think it, yes; write it, no). I know I still have that notebook somewhere around here, but that story will never, ever see the light of day (until I'm long dead and some scholar decides to publish my embarrassing juvenilia, of course). Still, it was kind of sweet (if mushy), and it may have been the only piece of fic I've ever written.
Also, I finally have an Eowyn figure coming my way, and for cheap. EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
The very first piece of fanfic and/or slash I ever encountered was my own, a little thing I wrote after seeing Dead Poets for the first time. At that tender age, I had no idea there was such a thing as fanfic, but the ending of the movie didn't make me happy, so I wrote a story where Todd guessed that Neil was going to kill himself and stopped him (can't remember how), and then they ran away together. Neil became an actor and Todd... I forget, but I know he was the one who paid the bills. I had them living in Boston, and they had a black cat named Sam. They spent all their time thinking about each other and the only thing each of them wanted was for the other to be happy, and they were always one breath away from kissing but it never happened, because I was a kid and I couldn't write it without giggling (think it, yes; write it, no). I know I still have that notebook somewhere around here, but that story will never, ever see the light of day (until I'm long dead and some scholar decides to publish my embarrassing juvenilia, of course). Still, it was kind of sweet (if mushy), and it may have been the only piece of fic I've ever written.
Also, I finally have an Eowyn figure coming my way, and for cheap. EEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
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But yeah, Dead Poets was the movie that triggered my boarding school kink, I think. I need to track down this Toy Soldiers flick you've been talking about- I vaguely knew about it, thanks to a somewhat lame Mag7 AU version, but I haven't seen it. Yet.
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All in all, it's worth the price of a rental just for the humor value. And the slash. Which I'm sure I will write someday, because I'm pathetic like that.
As for being a cradler slasher, I'm right there with you. When I was nine I had a big love for the Three Investigators books, and I was always sure Jupiter and Bob were in love. Pete was a total ladies' man, but those other two? Gay.
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Aw, he cries? Okay, I really need to see this. Plus Will Wheaton and Keith Coogan. That's cheestastic gold, there. I really hope my video store has this. They ought to; they have every other bad movie in the world. (Looking at the IMDB listing- how did Denholm Elliot end up in this? Did he lose a bet?)
When I was nine I had a big love for the Three Investigators books, and I was always sure Jupiter and Bob were in love. Pete was a total ladies' man, but those other two? Gay.
Ha! You're so right! Man, I had completely forgotten those books. I wonder if they have any at the library. And I always wondered about Bess and George in Nancy Drew, but that was mostly a distraction from the fact that Nancy herself annoyed me.
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But I have to wait for my DVD to get here first. God, I'm a dork.
I never read Nancy Drew. I think because as a wee little girl I identified more strongly with boys and therefore rejected all female role models on principle.
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I read the Nancy Drew books because she had a cool car and sometimes got to ride horses, but she irritated me. What a condescending priss. And the stupid universe rewarded her for being a condescending priss with a cool car, horses, good looks, loyal (doormat) friends, an obedient, cute boyfriend, and a dad who lived to buy her things. Bitch. *g*
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Yeah, sure. *g* If I can ever find where I put the darn notebook, that is. It's been through a couple of moves, so it's nowhere near anyplace sensible, but I know I haven't thrown it out either. It'll show up eventually.
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*eg*
I totally *heart* this post. So cute! Hurrah for happy endings.
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I'm a sucker for happy endings, I have to admit. I appreciate tragedy, and I don't mind (too much) if the characters suffer along the way, but I generally prefer it if they get rewarded with a happy ending. Especially if they're cute little private school boys in love. ;)
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I'm a sucker for happy endings, I have to admit. I appreciate tragedy, and I don't mind (too much) if the characters suffer along the way, but I generally prefer it if they get rewarded with a happy ending. Especially if they're cute little private school boys in love. ;)
That about sums up my philosophy. Suffering along the way is good, but I like things to turn out all right in the end.