because this journal used to be a fandom-centric one, once. a handful of old memes, if anyone's interested. stolen from xsmoonshine1) DVD commentary meme: Point at a story, and I will babble about it
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The gods do not have to believe in eternity any more than mortals do in gravity. Loki has to learn the shape of its absence: Jormungandr sheds skin after skin, Fenrir's limbs lose their puppyish lack of definition. But there are diversions enough here, and Midgard's apples too are sweet, and there isn't that much, he thinks, that relies on the promise of ‘forever’.
Memory becomes a substitute even for regret. He could not lead her out of the underworld, all those Midgard-months ago. All that means is that he can look back, now; there is nothing left to lose.
The patience in Natsume's voice had taken on a talking-to-frightened-animals flavour. Nyanko's fur bristled. "You wouldn't know," he replied, raising his head haughtily (it helped not to look down) and digging his claws a little deeper into the branch.
"Don't cats always land on their feet, anyway? Come on, Nyanko. I promise I'll catch you. Besides, you're meant to have nine lives--"
Nyanko would later maintain that he had hurled himself out of the tree and at Natsume for the express reason of shutting him up, and it was a very graceful landing, thank you very much, and he had barely let his claws out at all.
"Ow," Natsume replied. And, a bit later, "You need to lose weight."
But he let Nyanko stay half-curled in his arms all the way back home, and since Nyanko wasn't even a real cat, there was nothing demeaning or pet-like about it at all. Obviously not.
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and yes, i know cats don't always land on their feet, but.
(also, i do realise that this problem, like many others, is easily solved if madara just takes his original form. but canon happily ignores that from time to time, so i feel justified in doing the same. >_>;; )
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2) "Eternity was in our lips and eyes, bliss in our brows' bent". (Shakespeare's Antony and Cleopatra, any fandom)
3) sphinxes without secrets
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but still:
The gods do not have to believe in eternity any more than mortals do in gravity. Loki has to learn the shape of its absence: Jormungandr sheds skin after skin, Fenrir's limbs lose their puppyish lack of definition. But there are diversions enough here, and Midgard's apples too are sweet, and there isn't that much, he thinks, that relies on the promise of ‘forever’.
Memory becomes a substitute even for regret. He could not lead her out of the underworld, all those Midgard-months ago. All that means is that he can look back, now; there is nothing left to lose.
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Hee, this is the longest story I've seen you write.
2) Nyanko would protest that he wasn't a cat with nine lives, or even a real cat at all, for that matter, but really, what other option was there?
3) All the white horses
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The patience in Natsume's voice had taken on a talking-to-frightened-animals flavour. Nyanko's fur bristled. "You wouldn't know," he replied, raising his head haughtily (it helped not to look down) and digging his claws a little deeper into the branch.
"Don't cats always land on their feet, anyway? Come on, Nyanko. I promise I'll catch you. Besides, you're meant to have nine lives--"
Nyanko would later maintain that he had hurled himself out of the tree and at Natsume for the express reason of shutting him up, and it was a very graceful landing, thank you very much, and he had barely let his claws out at all.
"Ow," Natsume replied. And, a bit later, "You need to lose weight."
But he let Nyanko stay half-curled in his arms all the way back home, and since Nyanko wasn't even a real cat, there was nothing demeaning or pet-like about it at all. Obviously not.
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and yes, i know cats don't always land on their feet, but.
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