Nov. 12th, 2010
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Nov. 12th, 2010 07:10 pmIt's just under a month until my birthday - 28 on the 10th of December - and should you be willing to provide me with a happy what I'd like for my birthday is a Gen story about your favourite character. Whoever or whatever they may be, whereever or whenever from, whatever you want to write or have always wanted to know. That'd be awesome.
That or socks.
:D
That or socks.
:D
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Nov. 12th, 2010 07:26 pm[Poll #1643780]
The more I watch it, the more I love the 2005 version with Keira Knightley. I love how much more immediate the emotions are, and the Bennetts' genuine affection for each other, and the observation of the way love/attraction catches at you so you do get the ridiculous embarrassing urge to catch the material of their dress in your fingers, and have to shake the electricity of it out of your hand, after.
(Yes, I'm watching it again. :))
The more I watch it, the more I love the 2005 version with Keira Knightley. I love how much more immediate the emotions are, and the Bennetts' genuine affection for each other, and the observation of the way love/attraction catches at you so you do get the ridiculous embarrassing urge to catch the material of their dress in your fingers, and have to shake the electricity of it out of your hand, after.
(Yes, I'm watching it again. :))
You knoooow you looooove me
Nov. 12th, 2010 09:30 pmEveryone's all Matthew MacFadyen meh, and just - I don't go for Darcys often, or pretty much men often, but his eyes are pretty, okay.
PLUS HE GETS PROPS FOR BEING IN A FILM WITH PAUL BETTANY AND TOM HARDY AND STILL BEING RATHER HOT.
:P
PLUS HE GETS PROPS FOR BEING IN A FILM WITH PAUL BETTANY AND TOM HARDY AND STILL BEING RATHER HOT.
:P
100 words. Yes, I slash it. ;)
Nov. 12th, 2010 10:25 pmThere is something absurdly, uncommonly beautiful, Mary Bennett thought, driven by voices and dances and company to take refuge in the newly established rose garden, about a dirty pair of knees.
The knees were soon hidden as the young lady righted herself, flipped her skirts into something almost resembling order, slightly the worse for the wear of the tree she had been hanging out of moments before. Mary was so busy properly disapproving that she quite missed the young lady’s approach, though there was little she could do to ignore the impertinent proffering of her hand.
“Margaret Dashwood,” she said.
The knees were soon hidden as the young lady righted herself, flipped her skirts into something almost resembling order, slightly the worse for the wear of the tree she had been hanging out of moments before. Mary was so busy properly disapproving that she quite missed the young lady’s approach, though there was little she could do to ignore the impertinent proffering of her hand.
“Margaret Dashwood,” she said.