It's kind of sad how breathless you make me every time you coax words together. Sad in the sense that I would like to know these men in real life, or maybe just watch them, subtle and cautious on some street corner, or laughing and tugging and carefree on the rainy grass. Sad also in the sense that you can continually do that, and that makes me feel worthless, basically.
There are some fantastic themes, but there always are with these two. I love the inflection in the beginning: It's hard to acclimate once again to the freedom a man is afforded when he loses the title of husband. -- free will, titles, ownership. All the secret ways they trade weaknesses, Pirlo resentful one moment, Canna reserved the next
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Yet again, I totally don't deserve you, or this feedback. Oh my god, you have no idea how :"> I was when I read this! Oh you. ♥♥♥
And you see things in my stories that I don't, if you know what I mean? Connections and parallels and ideas that only briefly flickered across my mind. And that is fucking wonderful.
That one post should live in fandom infamy forever. Truly. Oh, that summer,. How many ways can I say that I love you again? Because I do. And, hey, I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN AMAZING TIME RIGHT NOW, OKAY. I'm busy radiating adoration towards you from across the ocean, baby. Man. Love, love, love.
ah, quickly before i run off to lunch- i have not read this yet but i will v. soon and i am quite excited. ♥ ♥
also, so you know, i am so ashamed at how long it's taking me to finish my ss loser fic. but i promise you, you will see it posted. if i have to lock myself in my dorm room this saturday with the curtains closed and type at my laptop like a possessed thing.
okay now, this was lovely. you are lovely. and, it's like, i don't think i can ever write about italian footballers, because you and applegnat just do it so well.
applegnat puts me to shame. she is so fucking awesome. lajgsdf. but, really, italians are so easy to love, i never realized. ;_; british footballers are terribly boring in comparison! anyway, i am sure you would do them justice should you ever try, you're too good not to. ♥
and, ahaha, darling, don't worry yourself over it! seriously. ilu, college&life is crazy, it's all good.
This is really, really amazing. You have the most fantastic way of writing. Every description is like something new and fresh and every image is painfully beautiful and effective. It's a real treat to read your fic (and I totally should've commented and told you that a lot earlier, :x).
Gosh, thank you! That's really lovely of you to say, I'm glad to hear that at any time. (And Torres in your icon is so adorably tousled and curious alsgjsdf. :-* Sometimes I can't help but be fond of him. A little.)
haha. I have a ridiculous amount of love for that icon despite the fact that I really know fuck all about Torres and don't support his team or anything worthy like that. He is just cute sometimes and I am very susceptible to freckles (which isn't really much of an excuse, but pfft, I have learnt to accept my dreadful shallowness).
The echoes of loss and Andrea, Andrea, Andrea. I don't know, it flowed out so quickly. And maybe because I'm used to reading Xabi/Stevie, Kaka/Sheva from you (I actually stalked this journal for awhile before we became friends, this shouldn't come as a surprise, y/n?) where things are more vibrant, if only with the skin of an orange, but the overwhelming feeling of wet and gray and Scottland in this, seemed clearer, more real, somehow, than anything I've read in awhile. It's a slightly different texture and maybe because it's tinged with grief, but this was lovely. And how his skin is younger than Fabio's, the shorn hair . . .
Man, friendsfriends stalking around these parts of football fandom is well known and highly encouraged activity, YYY. One I, uh, participate in far too often. Also, it really makes me happy that you mentioned the skin of an orange. ♥. Your feedback is looovely, thank you; I feel that Andrea is one of those proud people who almost wears that grief almost as some sort of badge, because it's easier to take it than to try and move on.
Oh wait, the "anything I've read in awhile" part isn't directed at you, lol, I mean in general. If that makes sense? Does it? Checks watch. Should probably go to sleep now.
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There are some fantastic themes, but there always are with these two. I love the inflection in the beginning: It's hard to acclimate once again to the freedom a man is afforded when he loses the title of husband. -- free will, titles, ownership. All the secret ways they trade weaknesses, Pirlo resentful one moment, Canna reserved the next ( ... )
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And you see things in my stories that I don't, if you know what I mean? Connections and parallels and ideas that only briefly flickered across my mind. And that is fucking wonderful.
That one post should live in fandom infamy forever. Truly. Oh, that summer,. How many ways can I say that I love you again? Because I do. And, hey, I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING AN AMAZING TIME RIGHT NOW, OKAY. I'm busy radiating adoration towards you from across the ocean, baby. Man. Love, love, love.
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That just confirms how brilliant you are. ;)))
I think the unfinished circle tig would have been one of the undiscovered masterpieces in fandom, I really do. LOLSSS
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also, so you know, i am so ashamed at how long it's taking me to finish my ss loser fic. but i promise you, you will see it posted. if i have to lock myself in my dorm room this saturday with the curtains closed and type at my laptop like a possessed thing.
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and, ahaha, darling, don't worry yourself over it! seriously. ilu, college&life is crazy, it's all good.
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