floatingleaf | express newsflash from half-melted braincells

Good news: Good the movie will be released on Region 1 DVD in September!!! *bounces*

Bad news: I am gaining weight gain, and I just don't have the energy for some strict meal control right now. I also don't have the energy to exercise, because it's freaking HOT and my air-conditioner doesn't work too well, and I cringe at the thought of doing anything that will make me sweat any more than I already do, thank you very much. *cringe*

News that could be either good or bad, depending on how you look at it: I am thinking of writing a loving, peaceful, happy, post-coronation Aragorn/Arwen/Legolas threesome fic. I'm not sure at this point how much bedroom activity might be involved, because me & het sex don't really go well together - but I just want to give everyone a happy ending. Possibly even with offspring included (see, it will NOT be a Mary Sue, because me & offspring don't go well together either... LOL). And I can't really make myself write mpreg - so it will have to be Arwen who brings forth the next generation. And maybe - just maybe - one or two of said generation will have surprisingly light-colored hair, and an incurable tendency to climb trees a lot. Just saying.;)

Of course, now that I couldn't resist blathering about it, my muses will probably take off into the sunset and the fic will never get written - so don't get your hopes too high (I am evil, am I not?...:P). I just felt like sharing this strange little trip my brain seems to be on. Whatever it might possibly imply (other than my feminist guilt for repeatedly cheating Arwen out of a husband... LOL).

And that is all for the time being. Good night.:)

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Either it is me or you being happily drunk (or perhaps I just couldn´t find my glasses) but totally::::::::::::--->>> omg - cuzzzz whatever you´ll write I´ll be marryying your words, as you may know and as everyone I know may know; Aragorn-Arwen-Legolas; isn´t that what slashinessiness is all about in the end huh.. - canon meets fanon...
I am alwys per Always by.your.feet.
//your prissy elf-friend

*faintz*

You do sound happily drunk. *tickles you* ;)

Nomnom... always sober enough to be passed as drunk, dear.. Huh. In my blood.

*hides bottles of Squeee*

Of course I was too fucking fast in posting once again;

- OMG I´m totally gaining weight too!!!!!! Firsta I thought it was the meds, then the Fullmoon, ...then I sort of ran out of options and blamed it on teh Thirties. (Ok, I don´t care in the end, but it does disturb my inner image.) The flabby thighs are at your command =/ Damn, I feel smexxxxy.. et-fucking-cetera

Fuck it all,; can we just lie on a couch somewhere and decide to go skinnydipping all of a sudden and not care entirely of thighs and then just kisskiss..?

Firsta I thought it was the meds, then the Fullmoon, ...then I sort of ran out of options and blamed it on teh Thirties.

In your case, it could be the meds. In my case, it's probably caloric indulgence and lack of exercise.:/

The flabby thighs are at your command

Haha!... At least two pairs of flabby thighs provide a lot of cushioning, so there are no bones poking anyone in unexpected places... LOL.

can we just lie on a couch somewhere and decide to go skinnydipping all of a sudden and not care entirely of thighs and then just kisskiss..?

Mmmmm... sounds like a plan.:D

In your case, it could be the meds. In my case, it's probably caloric indulgence and lack of exercise
Well, meds or not huh.. but it could also simply be because I´m too fucking lazy when being without the right company to invest my physical!activity-time with =/ I sorta hate to do it on my own without a proper reason even.

At least two pairs of flabby thighs provide a lot of cushioning, so there are no bones poking anyone in unexpected places
Definitely TENDER_LURVE there, dear... *hides under couch with u* - ultimately in that case, who fucking cares?
Next step (according to some book somewhere) is obviously to exercise togethahhh, for the sake of self-preservation somehow.

*books flight*

*gurglez*

Next step (according to some book somewhere) is obviously to exercise togethahhh

And what sort of exercise do you have in mind, prrreciousss???...;P

Now.. who´s being naughty, huhhhh??????!!! *thrums fingers desperately on deskvoard while trying to crawl inside computer*
Such. A. Tease.

Yeah... I'm very good at being a flirt and a tease - from a safe distance.:P

You are being your true self - tease or not...
though, we surely can´t escape each other...

I bet you are flirtier when push comes to show...

Not really, I'm afraid.;)

Nah - perhaps not; it really doesn´t matter, does it.. We are what we are.

deskvoard??
Damn, I want one of those! Kthanx.
My fingers seem to have a crush on the deskboard. Hale-fucking-lujah!

deskvoard??
Damn, I want one of those!

I thought that was just some weird Swedish sex toy...:D :D :D

I´m fairly sure it is...
*protects you*

OMG YOUR ICON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

(Yeah, i is incrucianably (no that´s not a word - at all!)ztalking you) *admits to cat*

*marries*

I must add Good to my list of movies-to-watch.

Ugh, I feel hot and fugly. This is when I dislike summer intensely. It makes me incredibly body-conscious.

My favourite sentence in this post is possibly the it will NOT be a Mary Sue *g* I also like the part about an incurable tendency to climb trees a lot. ;)

I struggle, because I want Aragorn and Legolas to be together but I want the happy ending too and that's pretty much impossible.

It makes me incredibly body-conscious.

Yes. Also, I never sweated so much when I was younger. Must be the approaching menopause... *cringes in dread*

I also like the part about an incurable tendency to climb trees a lot. ;)

I thought you might.;)

I want Aragorn and Legolas to be together but I want the happy ending too and that's pretty much impossible

I think that depends on how you look at it. Of course, no matter what happens, Aragorn still dies in the end - but I have this wistful vision in my head of the Valar being moved by their love and deciding to make an exception to the rules and somehow transport him to Valinor. A girl can dream, no?...

Tolkien never finished his revelationz... aka; he knew somewhere that he´d have to give it up to teh fangurlz..
yeah..? Smut was in the way...
I mean, what could he really do..?

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