Meme part 2!
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starsandseaThe five things meme again... this time from ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mithen!
1. Clark/Bruce:
This will require some background, lol. When I first got into comics, I knew absolutely nothing about any of the characters, besides what is common knowledge - that Superman can fly and is generally awesome, and that Batman is a human who broods on gargoyles. ;)
So, when I started getting into comics, and discovered that Superman and Batman existed in the same universe... I found that very hard to believe. When I discovered moments afterward that they were friends... well, I won't lie. I rolled around laughing at the idea that two people, who are complete opposites could ever be friends to the extent that people claimed. But... but, after I had got over my reaction, I became completely fascinated with them, at how these two total opposite people could be friends. Male friendships like that have always fascinated me - at that time I was mainly in the LOTR fandom, and the Aragorn and Legolas friendship was what held me there. And what also introduced me to slash. ;)
So, after some poking around, I found![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
worlds_finest, and people who slashed Bruce and Clark, which I was a little surprised about, but I could certainly understand why they did so. And, after I had read many fics (mainly Jen's Music of the Spheres!)... well, I knew that I was going to be around the fandom for a long time. :)
I didn't ever think I would be part of the fandom myself, certainly never writing fic or anything, but... the muse came upon me, lol. But the total opposites thing is certainly one of the things that constantly intrigues me about Bruce and Clark. The Yin and Yang, the darkness and light, the alien and human, the farmboy and billionaire... so opposite, and yet... Yet it works. It just fits so well. That they trust each other so much, that they know each other best, that they're the World's Finest - for in my head, they certainly are, when they work together then the rest of the world better watch out because they're completely unstoppable - if its slash or not is irrelevant. I love friendship stories between then just as much as I love slash stories. I just love them playing off each other. :)
2. The JSA:
It's allarch_schatten's fault!!!! I'm innocent!!!!!
LOL, Mina did start it all off! She wrote a fic called 'Circuit City' in which Batman, Steel and Mr. Terrific have a great time tearing up the Watchtower and giving Superman a headache. ;) And I became really interested in this Mr Terrific person. Some recs later, and I was reading JSA... and I fell in love. With Pieter. Hee!
No, I love the JSA!! All of them! I love that they are truly a family, that they span all the generations are heroes - the first, Alan and Jay and Ted, and Karen and Michael and Pieter, and the next generation, Stargirl and Cyclone. I think it's so awesome that they have that, that the older heroes still count, still lead. And I love how much like a family they are! They all live in the same house (kinda) and they eat together, laugh together, cry together... in a way the JLA never could. The JLA just doesn't have the same kind of bonds that the JSA has. Argh, I can't put it into words. I just love them, each and every one. *hearts them*
3. Wales:
Ah, Wales... My dear, beloved, homeland. The mountains, the trees, the valleys and hills, the rivers and streams, the sky, the sea. How I love thee.
Alright, a little rich for someone who has never lived in Wales, who is only half Welsh, and who has not set foot in Wales for over a year and half. But its the home of my heart. I really can not describe this, for how can something so great, so large and beyond me, be put into words?
I love the parts of Wales that are undiscovered. That people don't really know exist. That are quiet, where the tourists don't go. Or, if they do, they just walk blindly by or don't know the secret ways and paths. I am thinking mainly of the places around where my grandmother lived. I feel so very tied to the land and I miss it so much. This sounds silly, but it is only recently that I have been able to look at pictures I have taken of those places and not feel pain. And - now this sounds terrible - but I almost miss the land more than my grandmother. But, I suppose, since in the last years my as my grandmother's health and memories deteriorated, it is almost as if we lost her many years ago. And so we are left with the land. The land that is so full of history, of legends and myths, that it feels as if the tales have sunken into the very bones of the land, the stones and caves. Where, on misty days, it feels as if you can step into legend, and see the warriors and heroes of the past.
There is a quote, I do not know who said it, but the moment I saw it I knew it as the best way to describe my relationship with my home: 'The sea which is my blood; the mountains which are my bones'.
Wales is not perfect. It never will be. More often than not, the bickerings of the people of Wales are what have caused it to fall again and again. And yet, even in those darkest days, there was, to my point of view at least, so much hope. Even when stripped of its very language, which it had held onto for so long, there was still hope. Hope, that one day, Wales would be free. Would have a true Prince of Wales, a Welsh Prince, not an English one as her ruler. While I know that there will never be another Prince of Wales, not a Welsh Prince, nothing would make me happier than to see Wales truly become free of England at last. To become an independent nation, not given faux powers by the English, where the Welsh may do whatever they like, as long as it is what the English want them to do. I do not think I will live to see that day. And I think it is nigh impossible for the day to come where the Welsh will be treated like equals by the English. Not that all is the English's fault; there are many Welsh who say the same about the English, and those who don't want to see Wales become free. Wales is not perfect, and never will be.
But there is still hope. And as I said before, we are left with the land. The land from which seeps legends; dragons and fairies, giants and monsters. My home.
4. Horse Riding:
Horse Riding began, as have so many things in my life, because of my brother. He went horse riding, so, when I was old enough, my parents thought I should learn as well. For nearly 4 1/2 years I lived, breathed and sleeped horses. I was a member of the Pony Club, though my stables, and I wanted to be famous show jumper when I grew up with a whole stable full of my own horses.
Life got in the way, or rather, I did, and I gave it up. Recently, however, I have started it up again. Alright, I have only gone twice, because I am a wimp and it has been cold and rainy. There is no point in going when it has been so wet and the paths will be nothing but mud! But the last time I went, I could not stop myself from grinning ear to ear as I galloped up hills. And I am reminded of another quote, which fits so well. It is talking about cross country, the part of riding I truly enjoyed the most, jumping over solid, immovable objects. But, galloping up those hills felt just the same. I can not remember it completely, but it went something like this:
'It's not the galloping. It's not the jumping over solid objects. It's not the courting danger, knowing that there is a very real chance you could be badly injured. It's freedom.'
And it truly is.
5. Introversion:
Heh. I am an Introvert. More to the point, I am a loner. Extraverts confuse me, and yes, sometimes scare me. That someone would choose to be around people all the time! It sounds terrible. Yet, I am sure they think the same about me. Why would someone be so happy to be so alone all the time?
It's true, on a normal day, I will spend less than 2 hours in the company of people. 3, if you include time on LJ. I am far happier being alone. However, I do take great comfort in hearing people around me, just... not talking with me. Demanding my attention. Perhaps that is selfish of me, but... It is who I am. As much as that I have brown hair and eyes.
It is not something I can change, nor would I wish to do so.
mithen!1. Clark/Bruce:
This will require some background, lol. When I first got into comics, I knew absolutely nothing about any of the characters, besides what is common knowledge - that Superman can fly and is generally awesome, and that Batman is a human who broods on gargoyles. ;)
So, when I started getting into comics, and discovered that Superman and Batman existed in the same universe... I found that very hard to believe. When I discovered moments afterward that they were friends... well, I won't lie. I rolled around laughing at the idea that two people, who are complete opposites could ever be friends to the extent that people claimed. But... but, after I had got over my reaction, I became completely fascinated with them, at how these two total opposite people could be friends. Male friendships like that have always fascinated me - at that time I was mainly in the LOTR fandom, and the Aragorn and Legolas friendship was what held me there. And what also introduced me to slash. ;)
So, after some poking around, I found
worlds_finest, and people who slashed Bruce and Clark, which I was a little surprised about, but I could certainly understand why they did so. And, after I had read many fics (mainly Jen's Music of the Spheres!)... well, I knew that I was going to be around the fandom for a long time. :) I didn't ever think I would be part of the fandom myself, certainly never writing fic or anything, but... the muse came upon me, lol. But the total opposites thing is certainly one of the things that constantly intrigues me about Bruce and Clark. The Yin and Yang, the darkness and light, the alien and human, the farmboy and billionaire... so opposite, and yet... Yet it works. It just fits so well. That they trust each other so much, that they know each other best, that they're the World's Finest - for in my head, they certainly are, when they work together then the rest of the world better watch out because they're completely unstoppable - if its slash or not is irrelevant. I love friendship stories between then just as much as I love slash stories. I just love them playing off each other. :)
2. The JSA:
It's all
arch_schatten's fault!!!! I'm innocent!!!!! LOL, Mina did start it all off! She wrote a fic called 'Circuit City' in which Batman, Steel and Mr. Terrific have a great time tearing up the Watchtower and giving Superman a headache. ;) And I became really interested in this Mr Terrific person. Some recs later, and I was reading JSA... and I fell in love. With Pieter. Hee!
No, I love the JSA!! All of them! I love that they are truly a family, that they span all the generations are heroes - the first, Alan and Jay and Ted, and Karen and Michael and Pieter, and the next generation, Stargirl and Cyclone. I think it's so awesome that they have that, that the older heroes still count, still lead. And I love how much like a family they are! They all live in the same house (kinda) and they eat together, laugh together, cry together... in a way the JLA never could. The JLA just doesn't have the same kind of bonds that the JSA has. Argh, I can't put it into words. I just love them, each and every one. *hearts them*
3. Wales:
Ah, Wales... My dear, beloved, homeland. The mountains, the trees, the valleys and hills, the rivers and streams, the sky, the sea. How I love thee.
Alright, a little rich for someone who has never lived in Wales, who is only half Welsh, and who has not set foot in Wales for over a year and half. But its the home of my heart. I really can not describe this, for how can something so great, so large and beyond me, be put into words?
I love the parts of Wales that are undiscovered. That people don't really know exist. That are quiet, where the tourists don't go. Or, if they do, they just walk blindly by or don't know the secret ways and paths. I am thinking mainly of the places around where my grandmother lived. I feel so very tied to the land and I miss it so much. This sounds silly, but it is only recently that I have been able to look at pictures I have taken of those places and not feel pain. And - now this sounds terrible - but I almost miss the land more than my grandmother. But, I suppose, since in the last years my as my grandmother's health and memories deteriorated, it is almost as if we lost her many years ago. And so we are left with the land. The land that is so full of history, of legends and myths, that it feels as if the tales have sunken into the very bones of the land, the stones and caves. Where, on misty days, it feels as if you can step into legend, and see the warriors and heroes of the past.
There is a quote, I do not know who said it, but the moment I saw it I knew it as the best way to describe my relationship with my home: 'The sea which is my blood; the mountains which are my bones'.
Wales is not perfect. It never will be. More often than not, the bickerings of the people of Wales are what have caused it to fall again and again. And yet, even in those darkest days, there was, to my point of view at least, so much hope. Even when stripped of its very language, which it had held onto for so long, there was still hope. Hope, that one day, Wales would be free. Would have a true Prince of Wales, a Welsh Prince, not an English one as her ruler. While I know that there will never be another Prince of Wales, not a Welsh Prince, nothing would make me happier than to see Wales truly become free of England at last. To become an independent nation, not given faux powers by the English, where the Welsh may do whatever they like, as long as it is what the English want them to do. I do not think I will live to see that day. And I think it is nigh impossible for the day to come where the Welsh will be treated like equals by the English. Not that all is the English's fault; there are many Welsh who say the same about the English, and those who don't want to see Wales become free. Wales is not perfect, and never will be.
But there is still hope. And as I said before, we are left with the land. The land from which seeps legends; dragons and fairies, giants and monsters. My home.
4. Horse Riding:
Horse Riding began, as have so many things in my life, because of my brother. He went horse riding, so, when I was old enough, my parents thought I should learn as well. For nearly 4 1/2 years I lived, breathed and sleeped horses. I was a member of the Pony Club, though my stables, and I wanted to be famous show jumper when I grew up with a whole stable full of my own horses.
Life got in the way, or rather, I did, and I gave it up. Recently, however, I have started it up again. Alright, I have only gone twice, because I am a wimp and it has been cold and rainy. There is no point in going when it has been so wet and the paths will be nothing but mud! But the last time I went, I could not stop myself from grinning ear to ear as I galloped up hills. And I am reminded of another quote, which fits so well. It is talking about cross country, the part of riding I truly enjoyed the most, jumping over solid, immovable objects. But, galloping up those hills felt just the same. I can not remember it completely, but it went something like this:
'It's not the galloping. It's not the jumping over solid objects. It's not the courting danger, knowing that there is a very real chance you could be badly injured. It's freedom.'
And it truly is.
5. Introversion:
Heh. I am an Introvert. More to the point, I am a loner. Extraverts confuse me, and yes, sometimes scare me. That someone would choose to be around people all the time! It sounds terrible. Yet, I am sure they think the same about me. Why would someone be so happy to be so alone all the time?
It's true, on a normal day, I will spend less than 2 hours in the company of people. 3, if you include time on LJ. I am far happier being alone. However, I do take great comfort in hearing people around me, just... not talking with me. Demanding my attention. Perhaps that is selfish of me, but... It is who I am. As much as that I have brown hair and eyes.
It is not something I can change, nor would I wish to do so.
