*comes in munching an apple ( Read more... )

*clutches bucket ( Read more... )

The Party Field was ablaze with colorful lights in paper lanterns that lit up the night. The new Party Tree, grown from the Mallorn seed given to Samwise by the Lady herself, presided over the heart of the festivities with it's grand boughs covered in bright ribbons and bows ( Read more... )

Hello, hello, hello ( Read more... )

Greetings, I am Haldir of Lorien, from The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R. Tolkien. I would just like to point out that I was not killed at the battle of Helm's Deep. I wasn't even at Helm's Deep. We had our own battles to fight. I do look forward to meeting all of you.

Mun: And if anyone playing a Tolkien character could point me in the ( Read more... )

I do believe I require your assistance... with regard to the... ah... matter discussed earlier. To all others, my apologies for the cryptic wording. So, if you would be so kind?

I have gone far beyond the end of my patience. I have stretched it to its limit and held it at arm’s length throughout a blindfolded balancing act, attempting to achieve some pointless level of civility. I refuse to continue expending such effort for a lost cause ( Read more... )

I would simply like to take this opportunity to extend my gratitidue to Miss Sadako for the generous use of one of her videos.

Writers of...those stories should soon be a much smaller group.

*flops* Bonjour everyone. I'm Byron the Fish.

I'm a nice enough person fish, so long as you don't touch me or Marius. It helps if you're not Ron, too. *winks*

Everything seemed to be going quite well, but I'm not so sure anymore. 'Vidently I'm just a fling for Marius.

*sobs in order to give himself water* I just need someone to love me!

T/N: ( Read more... )

Typist: I had a map thing here. But it's evil. So yes.

After some discussion in the chatroom, which you should all join if you're not already there, by the way We thought it would be interesting if we kept track of where our typists reside. :)

So where does your typist live so that we may stalk them and ring their doorbell and flee?