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[nny]

Drop me a comment, and I'll tell you the first thing that comes into my mind when I think of you, whether it makes sense or not.

Comments

[muji]

Oh, this I gotta hear.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Peacock feathers. That really kinda bright metallic sheen they have. It should be noted that the peacock feathers are pinned into someone's hair, and they were pinned there by someone else who was trusted (very much) with the hairgrips.

[monanotlisa.livejournal.com]

*drop*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Improvised salad with lots of olives.

...I genuinely don't know why.

The kind of thing you make when there's really nothing left to eat in the house and you don't have the energy after work to go out shopping, so you scrape around and find things and bop along to the radio as you're chopping, and your favourite song comes on and the smile it puts on your face falls into the salad too, so somehow it becomes one of the best things you've tasted in a while.

[skygiants]

. . . okay I am curious!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

I wish it wasn't, because it's so unsurprising, but dusty old books. Specifically, dusty old green books distorting the jacket pockets they've been pushed into, quite possibly so the person reading them can protect them from the rain as much as possible as they are cycling home.

[apiphile.livejournal.com]

HIT ME BABY.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The slow heartbeat throb of a new piercing that makes you grin all the way home and possibly deliberately poke it in order to have the new piercing pride a little longer.

[celtic_maenad]

Ooh, me, please!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Approving cat head-nudges.

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

*drip drop*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Striped mittens, which kind of surprise you with how well the colours go together and look absolutely fantastic on. In my head, the mittens are being worn to look through a table of second hand books in a second hand market somewhere; there's a chalkboard in the corner with something witty and quotey on.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

*intrigued!*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Very very very high blue sky that you only get to see on the clearest of days where there's nothing between you and the atmosphere bubble but tiny wispiest clouds; when it's early in the year and the lack of cloud cover means the air stings your face a little with the cold but it's beautiful.

[florahart]

*droppity*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The softest, most comforting shirt that you own, which you wear to bed as often as you can keep it out of the wash. It has stretched out bits from children hands, and probably small bleach stains somewhere, and something hilariously (but obscurely) rude that still makes you laugh after all the time you've owned it.

(I promise this is a compliment.)

[ladycat777.livejournal.com]

My shoulder really hurts. Also, I don't want to go to work tomorrow.

Hi.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

A seashell that caught the corner of your eye, spiralled and a little jagged and mother-of-pearl somewhere entirely unexpected, with enough water still in it that when you first hold it up to your ear while you're still on the beach, it spills down your neck and spreads across the collar of your shirt and makes you shriek and make angry faces (that are never angry because sea and beach). It doesn't matter about that, anyway, because when you get it home you can still hear the echoes of the sea.

[in-the-blue.livejournal.com]

Psst.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The kind of American bar that I've never been in, the kind that they find in Supernatural all the time; like Harvelle's, in fact, with a bunch of regulars and a smart-as-hell kickass woman behind the counter. Takes a while to know exactly where you stand, but sooner or later you realise that this is the fabled place where everybody knows your name - if a little less rose-tinted - and the odds are that if you got into trouble everyone there would kick huge amounts of arse to get you out of it.

[varadia]

*drops in*

I miss you! I really need to post more stuff. That is, you know, relevant to my life. And things.

*hugs*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

That would be good.

A very old globe in shades of sepia and brown, with a creatively put together bronze arm and magnifying glass arrangement which looks entirely out of its time and modern but fits perfectly all the same. When used, it can be seen that the outlines of countries and the borders between them are made up of tiny words that make up tiny stories about origins and land disputes and histories.

[unamaga.livejournal.com]

*flops on back for belly rubs*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Blank sheets of white paper. Heavier than printer paper, more substance to them. With a little creative slicing (http://www.petercallesen.com/index/A4PAPERCUT_000.htm) or crumpling so it resembles a sheet tossed aside by too-hot cuddlesome boys. Notebooks full of blank sheets with the absolutely endless potential for stories that could be written and pictures that could be drawn; with the potential for notes to be passed under the tables in classes and ideas to be unfolded in complex spiderweb mindmaps.

[refche.livejournal.com]

Hi, hi!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The most beautiful, intricate tattoo you have ever seen, the kind that makes even people who automatically deny the beauty in them stop and say 'huh'. The kind that you only get glimpses of for the most part, but those glimpses are incredible in and of themselves so you know that if you ever get the chance to see all of it it'll kind of blow you away.

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

*hops up and down*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

A spectacled bear with a disgruntled expression and the softest, warmest pelt you could imagine; a bear with more strength than it knows what to do with but the ability to control it for the best hugs ever.

[bethan-b-bad.livejournal.com]

*waves hand in air?*

(*blows kiss, because can!*)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Cardiff streets, the approach to Queen Street where you potter down one of the little side streets and emerge onto the place, all lit up and shiny and happy.

[areyoumymemmy.livejournal.com]

*jumps on bandwagon*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Shrieks of happy laughter and small children running back and forth on the beach playing with the waves.

[spuffyduds.livejournal.com]

meeee!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

A mountie Mr Potato Head. I have no idea why, I'm sorry. :D

[lazulus]

Okay, I'll play!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Wrapping up on the sofa in a hand-knitted thick jumper with jogging bottoms and thick socks, watching something rubbishy and self-indulgent and totally heckling it, but muffled through a homemade flapjack.

[foreverdirt.livejournal.com]

Bingly bongly beep!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Scathing commentary in the margins of romance books, old battered ones that were bought on a whim along with old-fashioned cloth-bound books about a variety of random things. The books are all stacked together on a rickety table in that shop you took me to, the one with the amazing hot chocolate.

[torakowalski.livejournal.com]

Me, me, me! <3

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The soft summer light that's in late afternoon, sparkling off water; no shade around, but it's unnecessary because the sun's not strong enough to burn, just warm enough to wear short sleeves and tip back your head to smile into the light.

[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

*boing!*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Tasty as hell ale from a local pub. :D

[kassie-opia.livejournal.com]

allo allo?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Star constellations on the clearest of nights.

[tropes.livejournal.com]

ALLO!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Cowboy boots kicked up on a porch railing, shifting a porch swing gently back and forth, sheltered from the blistering sun.

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

Sounds like a thing

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Awesome women in capes. :D

[uninvitedcat.livejournal.com]

Wow - you've got a big response for this, and it's making me curious to know what you're going to say to everyone!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Window boxes full of the sort of flowers that people generally forget to name as their favourites because they're so omnipresent and so covertly make their days.