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[leecherous]

Title: Spade
Author: Nihilism
Band: Operation Ivy
Rating: Safe for all ages.
Summary: Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction. - Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Notes, etc: Clearly I wasn't verbose enough about snow in the last Operation Ivy story I wrote, so I decided to

Comments

[tantricmindfuck]

AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW. alksdfjalskdfjalskdfj that was so beautiful. Sigh. Timmy is....such a little boy. You captured that perfectly. And Jesse is totally the calm little center of Lint's universe. This was beautiful and simple and perfect. I loved it.
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[leecherous]

Chelleee you are hella rad. Yes! He is a little boy. And...yes. You understand. I'm glad you understand. I'm also glad you loved it. Thank you! <33333

[day_glo_mohawk]

That was adorable. You're such an amazing writer.

Lint is such a kid, and you capture it perfectly.

I identified with Jesse in this 'cos I'm from Pennsylvania, but living in North Carolina and I miss the snow, 'cos I really haven't seen much of it since I moved. It does make everything look clean, and I remember being little and seeing the snow and thinking that it was making the world clean and that everying would be perfect once it melted. All the dirt would be gone, everything.

Okay, long enough review. Again, I say awesome story, you're an awesome writer.

-Moria

[leecherous]

Ahhhhhthankyouthankyou. Your reviews rock my little one-track-mind world. I am not missing the snow anymore, here in the glorious Rockies, but I did miss it for a while.

[blackksails]

bghjfbgjkawwwwww.

As per usual, I totally loved this. You describe everything with so much detail but leave enough things unknown so the reader as their on view on the setting and such. I love the character portrayal, Lint is so childish but it's completely fitting, so mad props to you, this turned out lovely.

[leecherous]

As per usual, you flatter me. But I'm glad you approve of Lint. Since your Lint-approval is just as important as Mike's. You're like the...Lint-approval crew. If you two don't approve...shit's gunna go DOOOOOWN. Thanks!

[payphoneboy]

I think I adored the descriptions most of all, your word choices were great. Like describing the snow, one can only say it in so many ways but you managed to not be so repetitive to make the story dull. LIKE crystalline bits of carefully-torn confetti, and ivory powder.. those were good. Lots of alliteration, intentional or unintentional.

As per usual the characters' portrayals were rad, I can see Lint pressed against the glass watching the snow fall; he's quite the perfect blend of childlike curiosity and teenage adolescence. Also, Jesse sitting with him until the sun rises. It's really fitting, regardless of whether or not it's your "usual style."

And anyway, it's always better to master different styles, else you just start writing the same thing over and over and over again [read: stephen king]. Yaaaaaaaaay. I liked it.

[leecherous]

Eeeeee. Yes, descriptions are fun. Descriptions were the entire point of this story. This. Was a description story.

Fuzzzzzy.

Lint and Jesse are kinda like two parts of my brain hanging out together now. Except they're both really entertained with nature in this fic, and I hardly am. And they're all sociable. And...okaythey'renothinglikethat. But they're fun to write.

Now, now. Stephen King just sticks with what he's good at. Or what he gets paid a lot for. Either way. Thankyou!

[rilee16]

I always look forward to reading your stuff, because I'm always drawn in within the first couple sentences. Even when there is a simplicity to it, there is a sophistication, a polish to your writing that I have had difficulty finding no matter how hard and in how many places I look.

To me your writing is like that one kind of meal, where you think you want a certain thing but what's being served is very different than what you think you want. But see, what's being served to you you *can't* not like and you'll walk away from it feeling *just* satiated. You aren't still hungry, but you haven't been stuffed full to the bursting where you can't enjoy the memory of the meal afterward.

/nonsensical babbling