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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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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.