Sep. 2nd, 2003
... so I decided I had to give it a try to writing a drabble. Which is really not in my nature, I'm way too verbose. But somehow I managed to keep it under the 100 words limit, so I'll inflict it on you darlings.
Nameless drabble
Nameless drabble
I'm joining the madness.
Sep. 2nd, 2003 10:10 pmHello lovlies. I'm Kia and I'm new to this community, new to LJ actually. Thanks to
karelian I'm now a part of the LJ madness. So a big hello to everyone. I'd post a fic, but I only have a few and none of them feature Sean and Viggo together.... sad, I know. But I'll work on it!
Last of the Summer Smut
Sep. 2nd, 2003 11:09 pmNot an autumn fic yet, this is still late summer, when the grass grows tall and whispers strange things in the wind while you bask in the sun and wait for things to happen.
Baiting Sean
Baiting Sean
That Unlit Anglican Doorway
Sep. 2nd, 2003 11:36 pmI was looking up a body of water in New Zealand for travel-related purposes this evening, having nothing whatsoever to do with LOTR which was the furthest thing from my mind. My son has a good friend whose family is from there. And in the course of looking I stumbled across this:
Whangaparaoa Bay
A succession of picturesque bays leads to Whangaparaoa Bay (Cape Runaway), 50km (31mi) west of the North Island's East Cape. The beaches are deeply shelved and littered with driftwood, and the old Anglican church, nestled under Norfolk pines on a lone promontory, should not be missed. Cape Runaway can only be reached by foot, and it's advisable to seek permission before going on private land.
And in case it was just me, I sent the quote, unsolicited, to two innocent people with no preface whatsoever, and you know what they both said? "It's the unlit Anglican doorway [from 'Communion']!"
And I am not saying another word, as I have already incriminated myself enough. (I am such a f---ing hypocrite for posting this...you'd think I could just swear off this sort of speculation and be DONE with it, but noooo...)
Whangaparaoa Bay
A succession of picturesque bays leads to Whangaparaoa Bay (Cape Runaway), 50km (31mi) west of the North Island's East Cape. The beaches are deeply shelved and littered with driftwood, and the old Anglican church, nestled under Norfolk pines on a lone promontory, should not be missed. Cape Runaway can only be reached by foot, and it's advisable to seek permission before going on private land.
And in case it was just me, I sent the quote, unsolicited, to two innocent people with no preface whatsoever, and you know what they both said? "It's the unlit Anglican doorway [from 'Communion']!"
And I am not saying another word, as I have already incriminated myself enough. (I am such a f---ing hypocrite for posting this...you'd think I could just swear off this sort of speculation and be DONE with it, but noooo...)