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Fic rec!

Camellia, by fyredancer. Muraki/Oriya, NC17. Dark, (well, duh, it's Muraki/Oriya), but good.

Also, I have cheesy love for The Last Samurai, which I've seen twice now. I'm aware that it's melodramatic in parts, that the director is maybe a bit too fond of the slow-motion, and that Tom Cruise is so not the greatest actor ever, but I don't care. Because ohmygod, I adore it so. (Also, because I am certifiable insane, my brain goes, 'The Kurosakis are a samurai family! AU! AU! Medieval!Hisoka and Tsuzuki on the field of battle! Theirloveissoviolent!') Ahem. But despite that, it really is a good movie. The cinematography is amazing. Things like this, the prettiness of the images, despite the story going on around it, make me want to make movies. Or possibly just write, which is rather simpler. But I gather little images- the straight, glistening lines of dew in the grass left by the imperial army as they followed the rebels' retreat, the edge of white face makeup and real skin color on the neck of the geishas who were taking a photograph in the streets of Tokyo, rain that made the red leaves shiver on a tree outside of Taka's house. Little images to remember, as if I might use them in something else, someday. Like I might need that one photograph moment.

Which is what I'm doing with the snow, too. (Although I do have rather more of a purpose, with the snow. ClubSoka takes place in the winter, I've decided, so I have reason to pay attention to the little details of a snowstorm. The fluffy flakes that land on the window of a car and live for just seconds before they collapse down into a clear drop of water, the swirl of ethereal shapes against the windows when the wind howls, the way the sky and the ground and the air seem the same shade of white, and buildings and people are nothing more than unfinished pencil sketches on a sheet of paper- they all have a definite future in writing.) It's been snowing more or less nonstop for the last twenty-four hours. There's not much collecting on the ground- one or two inches, and all the streets and sidewalks are bare. The snow seems to melt off of them much sooner, while it sticks to grass and trees and roofs. I don't know why. I hate the snow (in case there's anyone who didn't know, I loathe winter), which has led to me screaming, 'Stop already!' at windows several times this evening. Snow is not pretty. It's depressing. >.<

I saw a salt truck for the first time ever, tonight, though. It was like a dump truck, painted white (appropriately enough), instead of Tonka-Trunk yellow. It was on the freeway, going no slower than any of the other cars, but spraying a glittering diamond-chip trail of salt behind it. Another image.

And also, of course, I've seen RotK which is everso great. EverEver so great. The pretty. The slash. The battles. And my dear love, Sam. Everyone must love him, because he is the greatest EVAR. Yes. Samwise da bomb.

*nods*

It's possibly time for me to go to bed. I feel like I'm making no sense. *grins* Not that that's so unusual...

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(Also, because I am certifiable insane, my brain goes, 'The Kurosakis are a samurai family! AU! AU! Medieval!Hisoka and Tsuzuki on the field of battle! Theirloveissoviolent!')

**SCREAMS**

OMG YES

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::random snugs:: ^^

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Aw, snugs.

*is happy now*

Snugs you back. ^^