Things that make me happy.

[nny]

Tea.

Long skirts, and how swirly they get when you spin around until you almost fall over.

Good fanfiction.

Brown paper packages tied up with brown string. No, really.

Paul Bettany.

Days where the sun is shining but it's still cold enough to wear a tweed jacket and a ridiculously long scarf. And leaves. And autumn in general, really.

Walkmans and headphones.

Good fanart.

Friends.

Postcards.

Letters.

Midfielding, by Midfield General.

Aziraphale. And Crowley. And their friendship.

Port.

Still being proud of old fanfic.

Dressing gowns.

The dancing guy.

Old books, and the smell of second-hand bookshops.



Leave me something that makes you happy in return? It's been kind of a bad day. :)

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[sociofemme.livejournal.com]

Country music with crazy titles. (Just downloaded a song titled "Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off")

Conversations with my family that don't involve politics.

Stealing time away from work to write.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

"It was very warlike, the body was very warlike, but the eyes- they were telling a different story. Body warlike, eyes... like the eyes of an old Russian lady, who'd seen too much. An old Russian lady... with her arm caught in a loom. And big sailors would walk past and go "hhhallo" and she'd go "No, not hallo, my arm, it is in a loom." And they'd go "yes, hallo" and she'd go "No, not hallo, it's gone maroon. My arm, it is in a loom." And they'd go "yes, hallo" and she'd go "No, not hallo" and in the end she'd have to pick up the two ton loom and walk and follow them home and knock on their front windows and they'd be going "oh you're scaring me a little bit now." That was what the eyes were like. Dangerous, but beautiful at the same time."

Silly music.

Eddie Izzard.

Feeling the urge to write so hard that you squish it onto the back of a receipt because that happens to be all you have.

[(Anonymous)]

Walking barefoot in warm summer rain.

Getting very cold and then huddling in a blanket with hot chocolate (with brandy in).

Getting in touch with someone who I haven't spoken to for a long time, and have missed terribly for longer.

Feel better.

- Mouse

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

You.

:D

Also, Nu ma nu ma iei (http://uploads.ungrounded.net/206000/206373_numanuma.swf).

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The warm dusty smell of summer rain on concrete, and how it makes you want to dance.

Once Around the Block by Badly Drawn Boy.

Quint Buchholz art.

Thank you, very much. :)

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

My cat, when he rests his head on my leg and sleeps.

Reading through my YA fiction whenever I'm home for a holiday. Last time it was Voyage of the Dawn Treader.

Sweaters. (Jumpers. WHATEVER. XD) Ohhh. And socks fresh out of the dryer. And shirts with long-enough sleeves.

A downpour in the middle of the afternoon.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Likewise.

Also, in RP when you're just fucking on.

Flame red hair.

Weasleys.

Watt, and Chaucer kissing a horse, and pushing Watt off the fence, and teh ghey that clearly lurks beneath the surface.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Lying in bed with tea and a good book when it's raining outside and you can hear people walking through it.

Stained glass windows.

Laying in grass. Not on, in.

The peaceful feeling of a daisy chain that's not splitting too much.

Waking up naturally.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Totally.

It's a lance. Hello.

Your Weasley.

Silly memes.

Beautiful breasts.

:D

[shati.livejournal.com]

That song. You. Chocolate. Elephants with wrinkly faces. Crickets at night. Fireflies at night. Candles in the dark. Fake seances where you're giggling too hard to even pretend to be possessed. Well-made fanvids. Well-written fan fiction. All kinds of well-done fiction, original and not. Small yellow buttercups. NaNoWriMo. I give up on listing even a good chunk of them.

Frightened pillbugs.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Lady Bettany.

Who's flying this thing?

Corsets on other people.

Shirt sleeves rolled up.

This icon. And 'be-bop'.

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Hmm, my vote's with you. Hot dusty summer storms take the cake any day versus anything involving being cold! :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

You, too. Mimes, now. Crack that turns into a grossout competition. Drawings of ducks with enormous heads. Crowley!mime. The way people seem almost nostalgic about Manuel. Falling over and laughing by yourself. Stories written for me. Angels.

:)

[fer-de-lance.livejournal.com]

Chocolate. The smell of creosote. Getting boxes through the post. Sending stuff through the post. Sticking my nose in an old book and just inhaling. Hot tea in beautiful, fragile little gold-leafed cups. Going barefoot over lush grass -- or in the very fringe of the waves on a beach. Kicking the jellyfish that stung you. A cat walking down my back. Getting off work early on the most beautiful day of the week. New fic-fragments appearing in my brain. Finding something truly rec-worthy. Flying into my home city by night. The colour of the sky at high noon.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

The place where the hip meets the thigh. Odalisque.

I'm a leaf on the wind.

Adam's apples.

The ridge of a jaw, unshaven for 36 hours.

Silly polaroids.

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

The leaves blowing in the wind.

This song (http://s37.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2JQ245LEWILRM0C5VTWYS8F1YL).

Stephen Fry's new book on poetry (which is really good, incidentally :)).

My new pyjama bottoms. Mmm, comfy.

Hugs. So, y'know, here: *HUGS*.

[vanilla-neko.livejournal.com]

listening to the rain when my roomate is gone, wrapped in my warmest blankets and reading a Sabrina Ward Harrison book.

warming up by the fire place after comming in from the snow outside

Quiet smiles

Procrastinating and filling up the pages in my journal


Er, hello *waves shyly* I was rather bored and I was searching my friendsfriends list and I stumbled upon this post. I absoltuely love it. I love the way you wrote in images- it's beautiful. Reading them made me smile, it seems we enjoy the same things (hehe, especially good omens fanart!) I'm very sorry that you've had a bad sort of day- mine was the same. I really hope the rest of your night is wonderful.

And I feel sort of embarassed asking you this, but would you mind if I friended you?

please take care :D

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Necks. Necks, and where it meets the collarbone. That whole area.

Tattoos.

Mental images of where people are.

Happy journal entries about nothing in particular.

[schiarire.livejournal.com]

This website (http://webexhibits.org/vangogh/), just for existing. I can't tell you how many libraries and bookstores I scoured looking for those.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Someone describing something in a way that resonates.

Knowing someone else understands you.

Arguments that you know you'll be forgiven for.

Long rambling conversations when you're too tired to sleep.

Houmous.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Your icon.

Stephen Fry in general, and Stephen Fry's interactions with Alan Davies in particular.

You, also. The way you think about things, and the way you express them. Your reviews.

Brogue style shoes.

"Take me out" by Franz Ferdinand.

Master and Commander.

Hugs. :)

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Chilled white wine.

Sitting in the park with a circle of friends.

Discovering secret places.

Learning things about friends' childhoods, and realising there's still so much to learn about them.

I hope your day gets very much better too, sweetie. Of course I wouldn't mind if you want to read my blather! :) Take care of yourself, too. Find something to indulge yourself with.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Violets. Violets in my mother's yard, surrounded by moss.

The dry creek bed in the gully. Dutchman's Britches rising from the leathery mayapples.

Spring.

The smell of earth as it crumbles under my fingertips.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

Your letters. Takling to you. Sending you poetry, too. That crayon post you made a very long time ago. Seeing things in a new way when other people show them to you. Icons made for me. The word 'smock'.

:)

[soupytwist.livejournal.com]

This icon. :)

Everything about Master and Commander but particularly the fact that both Stephen and Jack decide people's niceness based on whether or not they appreciate the other. (The fact that they both immediately like anyone who says something nice about the other one just makes me melt.)

Computers.

Shiny gay beads from San Francisco.

You. :) (I was totally going to add that to my first comment but went "o-o, is that a bit weird and sycophantic or something? shall say hugs instead!", although it is still totally true, because you are one of those people whose existance randomly brings joy to others. :))

Socks.

[vulgarweed.livejournal.com]

Autumn in general, I second, especially when it's cool and misty. The wide availability of pumpkin pie.

A well-played fiddle, double-stopped and scratchy and yearning.

A 20-lb. cat hiding his face in the crook of my elbow while I try to type.

Chilled ice-wine from Toronto waiting for me in the fridge.

That "old fanfic" of yours, which I'm pretty sure is still my very favorite C/A first-kiss story in a fandom full of them, because it's so straightforward and pretty and tucks into the book so seamlessly.

Planning to see both Bauhaus (!) and John Cale next week.

Hearing the words "investigation," "indictments," and "Bush Administration" in the same sentence a LOT lately.

Procrastinating luxuriously knowing I'm going to get some good writing done tonight anyway.

My friendslist. Never a dull moment. Always something to read.

Fandom in general for too many reasons to count.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

My piano, out of tune and clunky as it is.

Teaching people things.

Random photo exchanges, and poetry exchanges, and link exchanges.

The way 'Helas (http://www.poetry-online.org/wilde_helas.htm)' by Oscar Wilde sounds like it was inspired by Aziraphale moaning about Crowley.

Neil Gaiman signing in London next week.

The way you make Good Omens smut believable, so incredibly well.

Reposted, due to odd spacing issues.

[gramarye1971]

Playing the organ and pulling out all the stops (literally). Especially if it's something ridiculously grandiose by Dietrich Buxtehude. New England clam chowder with lots of potatoes. Timbits. Westminster Tube Station. Just about anything written by C.S. Lewis. Reading great RP. And new shoes that fit right the first time, and only get better the more you wear them.

Re: Reposted, due to odd spacing issues.

[villainny.livejournal.com]

The food hall in Harrods, and wandering through it thinking 'that's where the Marquis sat!' A film installation by Gilbert and George, in which they just sat. In tweed. Saying 'Jellyman, offspring. Offspring, jellyman.' at every opportunity. The Decemberists and the Weakerthans. The way Bath looks from the train. The Tube in general. Driving past the Ritz and getting a small geek squee. Feeding ducks.

[indy-go.livejournal.com]

This picture. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v497/meggouc/sunnypartydress.jpg)

Especially the look on her face.

[vimeslady.livejournal.com]

lady_twatterby's artwork

Discworld books read by Stephen Briggs

The way my cats curl up around my legs when I sleep

Eggnog with cherry brandy

Envelopes from Netflix

Boxes from Amazon.co.uk

Days with no deadlines

Nutcracker Sweet Tea

Friends like you

[gypsyjr.livejournal.com]

This photo (http://www.flickr.com/photos/crickontour/48180872/) (which I've been looking at for the past 15 minutes trying to fend off a Bad Mood of my own)

My favorite smells: Rainy pine trees, books, clean towels and clean socks. (Yes, I am aware that these are weird.)

This Sony ad (http://bravia-advert.com/)

[wickedtrue.livejournal.com]

Choral music. Especially when it is old fashioned, dusty, and German. When the sopranos hit that perfect C, with an alto and bass harmony, and the moving tenor part. When you can just lay your head back against the theatre seat, hear, and just be.

"You egg!"

Dogwoods in bloom and the smell of honeysuckle.

That sudden snow and when you can shout 'IT STICKS!'.

You and your angel and your tweed.

Making Azureus work and not eat all the connection.

Geeking about, feeling vaguely guilty about geeking out, and then realize, there exists in the universe those that geek out with me. For we are not alone.

The meta, the parallels, the friends, the images, the crack. The joy, man.

Well loved books. Stiff paper with a worn spine and cover. And that smell that comes with them of age.

[vulgarweed.livejournal.com]

Setting up a new set of bookshelves, and then filling them.

Random postcards in the mail from friends in other countries.

My stereo receiver, which my dad bought in the late 60s and still sounds great.

The sound of the wind picking up outside.

Historical research.

The way you make Good Omens smut believable, so incredibly well.

:D Strangely enough, that's what I'm writing tonight.

[lurvesnape.livejournal.com]

Walking barefoot, through wet grass, along the beach with the water swooshing up to your ankles, on soft thick carpet, or on hardwood floors.

Walking into the ocean so that your jeans are soaked up to your knees.

Old houses that creak when you walk through them.

Making friends with someone halfway around the world, and becoming such good friends with them, that they forgive you and still love you after you act like a shit.

Fleece or flanner clothes, right out of the dryer. Warm mismatched socks.

When someone says "I love you," and they mean it.

*hugs*

[wicked-socks.livejournal.com]

Playful kittens that fall over because they have no balance

the natural high you get from a really good drama production

when horses nuzzle you looking for a carrot, realize you don't have one, but are content to rub their heads against you instead

the wind from an approaching train on the subway

Eddie Izzard's version of the Achillies heel

[innerbrat]

Sweet Rose Wine

Sitting on the floor with tacos and the flatmates watching a movie on the telly.

Randomly kissing pretty girls.

High quality expensive Tennesse Whisky or Tequila.

Well made and comfortable corsets.

Any clothes that lace up.

[ms-ntropy.livejournal.com]

The smell of garlic sauteeing in olive oil.

Low purr of a happy kitten (feline or not).

The difference between male and female hips.

Seeing a real turtle neck.

Good Sangria.

BURRITOS!

Meeting totally new people and feeling like I've known them for years.

Laughter.

Baby feet.

[silveraspen]

Tea.

The color of the sky in the fall, and the brightness of changing leaves. It makes the whole world seem to glow.

Friends.

Flowers.

Sitting on a carpet of soft moss by a creek (stream, brook, etc.) in the woods.

Horseback riding.

Looking at the stars.

[cupenny.livejournal.com]

Warm clothes from the dryer right when you've gotten out of the shower on a cold day.

The dizzy feeling you get when you're standing in the ocean and the waves are pushing and pulling on your legs and the sand is swirling in your toes.

Driving far far far away from the city and suburbs, to a place where you can get out of the car and just stand and the silence is so loud it roars in your ears.

Finishing a good, well-known book and just hugging it close because its your favorite and still plays on your emotions like the first time you've read it.

Gathering an armful of iris flowers of all different colors, so the bouquet is like a handful of pastel flags.

Finishing a project, and being able to hold it in your hands and touch what it was you pictured in your mind ages ago.

[ashen_key]

Storms. Storms when you are safe inside but you can leave your window open if you want so you get splattered with rain and it's all dark and grey outside so you can't read and should turn on the light but you DON'T because it'd ruin the effect.

Storms and rain and thunder, because it's all so beautiful and rare that you can't help but feel happy and calm afterwards.

That's something which makes me happy.

[chains-of-irony.livejournal.com]

The boy I have a crush on at the moment. Especially when he puts his reading-glasses on in classes, and the look he gets when he's reading T.S. Eliot.

The fact that Good Omens just might be getting a sequel.

Living in a city full of history and beauty.

[rimestock.livejournal.com]

The dancing guy, yes.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=03DSYGYQIUGWB374LHOA2KSR7P)

Noisy muses.

Cinnamon and ginger.

Fresh-baked bread. Brownies. Biskies.

Use of the word "biskies" instead of either "cookies" or "biscuits".

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1EP3X2ZSUIFKO2EV1BTHQ0U49J)

Finding someone else's obscure fanfic, and agreeing with every word.

Dedicating a night to roleplaying, overthreading, and keeping all my muses from bleeding into each other even so.

Jicons, like this one.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=2OQVRPMVJ73AZ1GD05LBUJQ9K7)

Writing something that people like.

Watching the numbers climb on my NaNoWriMo counter.

Dry red wine.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1CI1E84AHY9520GB7VCJB6QFU7)

tapedeck's art.

Coffee that's still hot, but doesn't burn my tongue.

Ben & Jerry's Dave Matthews Band Magic Brownies ice cream.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=3MN8YH73WKBX52D6GPGGA0PSH2)

Solitude in the middle of the night.

Kittens "helping" me to write by stealing my lap and making it impossible to pull out my keyboard tray.

Sleeping in.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=1DTDIBPRYN9U42GKVSM7SITL5I)

Arsenic and old lace, especially in gloves.

Giftfic, written or received.

This song. (http://s42.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=0ZAOLDP7Z0AIO2GX13PCRS45W1)