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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.

Mostly I want interaction. Please note: I tend towards the, y'know, not.

Comments

[avariel-wings.livejournal.com]

Me?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Watching someone read on the Tube, the way that they unconsciously brace their feet against the floor so that they don't have to remove a hand from their book and prop themselves up on one of the poles, the slight frown of concentration they adopt - even though they're hopelessly involved in the story - at the shrieking laughter of the girls talking about slash next to them, the enormous grins on their faces. You kind of remind me of the whole carriage, not just one character within it.

[areyoumymemmy.livejournal.com]

When I think of you, I think of general squishy hugs and awesomeness.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

With you I think of bikinis and sunny days - not in a lecherous way, but in a way where there's someone who's happy in themselves enough not to even think of being self-conscious, to think of who's watching, to think of anything except the cool and silky water in the swimming pool, the way that laughter echoes uniquely according to the laugher and the place they're in.

[brewsternorth.livejournal.com]

*waves* Hope tentacle monster is quietening down for the moment...

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The spirals in a cup of tea. The way it dips in the middle when you stir it, whirlpool in miniature (my gods, the things we are capable of) and the application of milk - my teacher once told us that, given long enough, the sugar would disseminate equally through the cup and I said what's the point, the tea would be cold - and the way the steam curls into the air in a way that reminds you how beautiful things can be, even on the worst days.

[odditycollector.livejournal.com]

?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Primary colours. Not even primary colours, actually, but the way that the entire world can be contained in cyan, magenta, yellow, black. And the way that that world doesn't have to conform to the world that is outside the window, and how it's beautiful because of that.

[neevebrody.livejournal.com]

Sends *hugs* Hope you're feeling better!!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You make me think of hurricanes, how weirdly serene they look in satellite imagery, how nature creates things with patterns that suggest that someone's being artistic; hurricanes, and the butterflies that love them.

[catwalksalone]

Things I have learned today: Jack Aubrey is not a bee. I feel this is of some importance to the world--aren't you glad I shared? ;P

I hope you're feeling less productive in a bodily fluid way and more in a yay, I'm awesome at many things including writing way. *smish*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

(okay, this is not my reponse, just want to say HAVE YOU READ THE BRAVECOWS THING ABOUT BEES AND JACK? And if not, wtf? XD)

[strangefrontier.livejournal.com]

YARR!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

A caffeine molecule, represented in stitching on a homemade shirt that is bottle green and stretched comfortably but still flattering. The thread, upon closer examination, is printed closely with words, a monologue, a ridiculous and wonderful speech about the wonders of science in language that no one can fail to understand and love.

[liz666.livejournal.com]

Am feeling curious

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The best. Fucking. Hug. You could ever have.

I'll be more wordy later, sweet. I just don't even know where to start, with you.

[lunamystic]

Me?

*hugs tight*

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The way that is possible to feel perfectly and absurdly at home in a place that you have never been before; feeling ridiculous asking for directions to the bathroom because what the hell, how do you not know this? How is it not part of your genetic makeup that this place (and these people, goddamn these amazing people) has always been a part of the person you are, even before you met them.

[aesc.livejournal.com]

Meeee?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

University campuses; the way that there is a place for everyone within them, regardless of their background or upbringing or intelligence, the way they embrace a whole town (over here at least) until the parks and roads seem to belong to them so there's a weird affection that tugs on your wrist even though you've no idea who they are, what they're studying, whether they've just popped out for a lunch break from one of the faceless office blocks surrounding. The comfort that comes from being acknowledged a student, from people acknowledging that students are as likely to be studying as they are to be sleeping at random in one of the carefully built study subsections, and how that's okay. (The rainbow friendship bracelets I carefully tied as a reward to myself for successfully completing a thousand words of essay.)

[lavvyan.livejournal.com]

Meeeee! :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

So, so slightly overcooked homemade bread - so there's that instant's worry that you've messed up that is instantly dispelled by the way that it's actually so much better than that stuff you're supposed to love, supposed to pay through the nose for. The realisation that you are capable of so much than you thought you were, and the people who are faintly fed up because they've been telling you that all along, you just needed to be in a place to be able to believe it. Support, and carefully constructed brilliance, and comfort.

[ladyflowdi.livejournal.com]

Meeee! (Coolest meme ever, by the way!)

Edited to add: Embarrassing hospital trips? Most hilarious. Prompt. EVER. Will write it tonight: must first watch Merlin twelve times and squee :D :D :D :D :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

(INORITE. IT WAS AMAZING AND CLEARLY CONSTRUCTED FOR FANGIRLS)

A bookshop. Not actually a second hand one, but one of the more commercial ones that you don't have to search through but that actually contains, on first glance, everything you ever wanted, pretty much, in the printed word. And one of those promotions that, not only does it give you three for the price of two, or whatever ridiculous wonders they actually offer you, but also you get to the till and they've taken a further percentage off so it seems almost like they're giving you everything you wanted as well as a cup of tea from the local wonderful coffee shop where you can sit and read and stuff a fist into your mouth to prevent the squeaks at the perfection of the prose you just treated yourself to.

[celtic_maenad]

this sounds like fun! Me please!

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Those times when you've got almost to the end of the month and you've spent all your money - omg you're an adult, you've paid all the bills, you don't actually owe anyone any money - and you rummage through the pocket of a pair of a jeans that you haven't worn for a while and you find this random tenner. And it might as well have a little smiley face drawn on it because you actually don't - there's nothing you have to spend it on, so you can just buy yourself some chocolate and a bottle of wine and just relax, remind yourself that somehow the world kind of actually wants you to be happy, y'know?

[darthrami.livejournal.com]

I know it's a bit later, but if you're still up for it?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

A road trip with someone you love. Someone who, no matter how hard they tried, couldn't actually annoy you; the potential of the beginning of it, and the way that there are small bickers over the radio that are frankly for show, and the stops for food that aren't awkwardly silent because there are still - even after hours, even after days, even after traffic jams - so many things you could talk about.

[crysothemis.livejournal.com]

Mostly I just want to read more of the marvelous images you string together like pearls carved into tiny, fantastic animals, each one fiercer and more beautiful than the last.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The gaps in drystone walls. Specifically, the route that I used to take to university, the beauty of it in the midst of the town so that you couldn't quite mesh it with the way that the maps were drawn, and the moment to the left of the path - just before exiting to the main road, to sanity and the flatmates I hated and the room I kind of loved, for all that - where the drystone wall was broken and Neil Gaiman told me that that was where the fairies lived. And even though I knew it was a story, I knew, I still looked for flashes of lightning fast movement. I still looked. Just in case.

Thank you. You are one of my favourite people.

[chkc.livejournal.com]

<33333

When I think of you, I think of green coconut candy: a little bit different, a little sweet, and completely awesome. :D (Also, geographically far away, because I can't find this candy in Canada. T.T)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The slow waking that comes with leaving the curtains open, the night before. The way the sun slowly creeps across your face, the way you wake before it becomes an obnoxious presence in your eyes - it tends to be more a warmth that makes your lips curl up into a smile before you're even aware of it, finishing your dream off on a high note even if it was a nightmare so that you wake up happy, satisfied, sure that no matter what happens you're going to have a good day.

[klatubarada.livejournal.com]

*pokes you gently as not to disturb the tentacle monster *
:)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The slow, careful, zen feel of knitting as you watch something ridiculously fandomy. The satisfaction that comes from not actually dropping a single stitch (because. Um. You're not quite sure how to pick them up yet) and the way people look at the one-eyed crazy tentacle monster you've made, the way that they pretend that it's lovely even though they think you've accidentally screwed up somewhere (surely it was supposed to be more normal?) and the way you're secretly laughing because you know you made exactly what you wanted.

[skygiants]

When I think of you I think of the flashlight-lit, book-filled space underneath an enormous fluffy comforter. (The comforter, if you were wondering, is deep blue and printed with jewel-tone dragons and sailing ships.)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You are every moment that someone says 'Yes. Yes, this.' You are the people who don't just say it, they get it. I take refuge in the words of Stephen Fry, describing Douglas Adams - that everyone gets Billy Connelly, and thinks he's funny, but then there is humour like Eddie Izzard, that sense of getting it so completely that no one else could possibly understand it as well as you, that there is this recognition, deep and visceral. You are that recognition, that knowledge that someone else understands exactly what you think when you think this, and that you are not alone, and that you have a friend. Sorry if that sounds creepy.

♥

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

Okay, hi!

(Soooo tired ohmygod. I missed Merlin, Nny! D:)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

(It are on iPlayer!)

A box of dressing up clothes that has been put together from hand-me-downs and charity shop purchases and that one piece that utterly transforms you. With the others you can walk in the big boots and brandish your plastic sword and give good pirate, laugh at yourself and laugh at anyone watching at the same time, but then there's that one particular princess dress or superhero cape or wizard hat, and with that one you're not even you any more. The world has let you take a step outside to something better.

[mashimero.livejournal.com]

Me? If you feel up for it?

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Slow and careful and precise calligraphy, perfectly forming words that you can't quite believe you haven't stolen from somewhere else because they seem familiar, and they seem so right... but the reason they feel like that is because they are kind of inevitable, for you. It was always meant that you would put these words together just as you've found them, because it is exactly what you think. You know.

[midnight-violet.livejournal.com]

ok, so this is an old post, but i can still ask, right? I have read lots of these for people I don't even know, because you come up with such beautiful, precise images. Also, re: more recent posts: *hugs and tea*