and i go where the trees go.
Five things meme, part two. In pretty random order, really. They're all slowly being finished. Again, go ahead and request more, whatever fandom.
For olleander: Five things that Becks not-so-secretly likes about Iker but is too uncomfortable to tell him.
1. Iker's nose. Yes, David is a sixteen year old girl. But it's, like, kind of distinguished and fine-boned and the line of it is pleasing; he's always been able to appreciate aristocratic features. He's even kind of jealous sometimes - his own face lacks character, that's what it is, the features bland and only just delicate enough to form something occasionally striking.
2. He's smart. Really smart, and not just for a footballer either.
3. Nobody else on the team knows how to cheer David up better.
4. The way he tends to scream and yell a lot during matches, whether it's at Salgado fucking up or after they've scored a goal. It's, well, pretty intense, and something liquid and warm uncurls itself in David's chest when he sees, hears it.
5. His hair. So, right, it's scruffy and horribly cut and is the kind of hair David had as, what, a four year old? That's the charm of it, though. (Not that he would ever, ever admit it.)
Five things about Iker that really annoy/exasperate Becks.
1. He's terrible at taking a joke.
2. David is good at reading people. Very, very good. Iker, though, is touchy about that sort of thing - he hates it when people try to understand him or psychoanalyze him (which he never admits he needs). This makes being around Iker difficult for David, who's spent his entire life naturally getting people, their motivations and insecurities and fears. It's hard. Iker can be easygoing, a good mate, and he can also be a sensitive anal jerk when things get a little more personal. David still sticks around, though. He's good at that, too.
3. Iker's entirely too serious for his age. He likes to stay home, talk football, go to sleep at a decent hour of the night even when he doesn't have to. David is a firm believer that people should have fun while they're still young enough to enjoy it.
4. How loyal he is. Sometimes, when he's in a shitty mood, David wants to tell Iker: Look, mate. The way things are going, you're never going to get the success you want at this club. You're young, do something with the rest of your career, don't waste it here. If he's being honest with himself, there's a bit of bitterness speaking (he remembers having that kind of loyalty, too) and more than a bit of anxiety. Iker could be the best in the world but he's not going to do it in a losing team. And David doesn't want to see that, god he doesn't want to see Iker's career turn out the way his own has, good, maybe world-class for a brief period, but nothing more. He's too old for it to matter, but Iker's so fucking young, and. And. He never says anything.
5. His hair. Jesus fucking Christ he needs some advice on that.
For of_doom: Five things Iker Casillas wishes would change about Real Madrid.
1. The fucking politics.
2. The fucking press.
3. The weird blend of modern greed and cynicism (see #1 and #2) and old fashioned romanticism, the obsession with bygone glory days. Everyone knows Raul's time has been over for two seasons now, but they keep hoping and Iker, Iker hates it. Everybody knows but no one ever does anything and it makes him want to punch things. It's not fair to Raul, it's not fair to anyone. Nobody will live up to Redondo or Hierro or any of their legends. It's time to move on. Iker would do anything for the club, but he's 25 and he doesn't want to be remembered as a good goalie that never really became great. Everybody forgets the runners-up. It's not complicated.
4. The lack of homegrown players in the first team.
5. How just winning is never ever enough. And they're not even winning at the moment.
Five things Iker Casillas wishes wouldn't change about Real Madrid.
1. The white kits.
2. The fans.
3. The club's ability to attract legendary players and coaches.
4. The high expectations. They're hard to deal with, sure, but it'll be a bad day when people no longer expect greatness.
5. The stadium.
For niche: Five reasons why Iker would want to kiss David Villa.
1. To see if he's really as good as everyone says he is. Curiosity killed the cat.
2. How simple he is. Iker means this in the best way. David pretty much knows what he wants from life: lots of goals, a satisfied family, good food, something as close to happiness as possible. He knows and he goes about getting it in a practical manner, with the minimum of fuss. Iker appreciates straightforwardness more than most people his age.
3. His skin, that smooth even tanned color that reminds Iker of summer all year long; Iker is preternaturally pale but David is concentrated, richly bold colors everywhere - eyes and hair and the slick red inside of his mouth, Jesus.
4. David's easy to watch on the field. Quick and sleek and clever, always working, showing up without anyone noticing he's even moved. Iker loves football and David plays it the way it should be played; beauty in motion is a frightening thing.
5. He's quick on the field and quick off of it, smaller than he looks on television. Fooling around in training, Iker is always surprised at how narrow the bones of his wrist are, how easily his cheek fits into Iker's glove, the way his head tilts back and eyes crinkle when he laughs, that full, honest sound. Yeah. It's kind of like that.
Ahem.
For rondaview: Five things that top Sheva's Christmas wishlist.
1. His children's happiness.
2. A phone call.
3. A collection of Camus's work. The movers had lost half his fucking books during the move.
4. A good goal that week.
5. (A plane ticket to Brazil that he won't use.)
Five likable things about Fernando Torres (besides his, uh, physical appearance) that remain despite Emer's virulent hatred of the boy and any effect her opinions may have upon us.
1. He's still at Atlético Madrid, and he became their captain at 19. That takes guts.
2. He talks about suffering with the common people in a way that reminds me of my pretentious, affluent, overly idealistic classmates, and it's endearing sometimes.
3. There was a message on his website congratulating Liverpool and our Spanish boys after Istanbul.
4. The fact that he has his own website and fanclub might kind of negate this, but. His autobiography page, no matter how ghost-written it might be, is kind of cute. There are baby pictures, guys.
5. He's got a tattoo in Tengwar, Tolkien's made-up language.
Top five reasons fandom (oh whacky, whacky fandom) doesn't slash David Villa.
1. He's not as, well, pretty as some of the other Spanish players; a little too fierce, rough around the edges.
2. Not enough people watch Valencia to know if there's an obvious person on the team to stick him with.
3. The goatee.
4. The terrible fashion sense that's too gay to be really gay.
5. He's not well known enough.
(6. Because the rest of fandom is not as ingenious as niche.)
EDITED TO ADD:
For of_doom: Five things David Villa can't stand about Fernando Torres.
1. The martyr complex. It's annoying.
2. How he'll do something really brilliant one second and completely fuck it up the next. What the hell.
3. The mullet. Oh god, the mullet. It's gone now, sure, but the memory remains.
4. Those stupidly cryptic tattoos, especially the date on his leg. No one cares when you lost your virginity, David wants to say.
5. The way he whines. All. The. Fucking. Time. The boy needs to learn how to stay on his feet.
For callmecayce: Five favorite footballers that don't play in England or Spain.
1. Kaka.
2. Andrea Pirlo.
3. Roque Santa Cruz. (Just because I really do think he is the most beautiful man in football.)
4. Gennaro Gattuso. (For his pantslessness.)
5. Gigi Buffon. (For staying at Juve. I'm conveniently ignoring those Nazi association rumors.)
THIS IS SO SAD. I know, what, two other footballing leagues? ljasdlfsdf. *wins*
Five reasons Kaka should have gone to Real.
1. He's always wanted to play with Cannavaro, not against him, because that's pretty hard and usually results in bruising and frustration.
2. Kaka needs a change of scene. Milan reminds him of too many different things, and the political stuff worries him, a lot of the time. What else doesn't he know about? Plus, it kind of sucks still seeing Andriy pop up in the most random of places, modeling the latest Armani suit.
3. Imagine this: Casillas clears the ball to Cannavaro, who passes to Kaka. Kaka to Beckham, fifty yard cross to Robinho, who nods it down to Kaka, who's continued his run. A through ball to Van Nistelrooy, who slots it home by the far post. Hello, fantasy football.
4. And hello, samba quartet and Brazilian celebrations. You know you want to see Kaka hop like a rabbit or whatever after scoring. Priceless.
5. He would be perfect for Spanish football.
For olleander: Five things that Becks not-so-secretly likes about Iker but is too uncomfortable to tell him.
1. Iker's nose. Yes, David is a sixteen year old girl. But it's, like, kind of distinguished and fine-boned and the line of it is pleasing; he's always been able to appreciate aristocratic features. He's even kind of jealous sometimes - his own face lacks character, that's what it is, the features bland and only just delicate enough to form something occasionally striking.
2. He's smart. Really smart, and not just for a footballer either.
3. Nobody else on the team knows how to cheer David up better.
4. The way he tends to scream and yell a lot during matches, whether it's at Salgado fucking up or after they've scored a goal. It's, well, pretty intense, and something liquid and warm uncurls itself in David's chest when he sees, hears it.
5. His hair. So, right, it's scruffy and horribly cut and is the kind of hair David had as, what, a four year old? That's the charm of it, though. (Not that he would ever, ever admit it.)
Five things about Iker that really annoy/exasperate Becks.
1. He's terrible at taking a joke.
2. David is good at reading people. Very, very good. Iker, though, is touchy about that sort of thing - he hates it when people try to understand him or psychoanalyze him (which he never admits he needs). This makes being around Iker difficult for David, who's spent his entire life naturally getting people, their motivations and insecurities and fears. It's hard. Iker can be easygoing, a good mate, and he can also be a sensitive anal jerk when things get a little more personal. David still sticks around, though. He's good at that, too.
3. Iker's entirely too serious for his age. He likes to stay home, talk football, go to sleep at a decent hour of the night even when he doesn't have to. David is a firm believer that people should have fun while they're still young enough to enjoy it.
4. How loyal he is. Sometimes, when he's in a shitty mood, David wants to tell Iker: Look, mate. The way things are going, you're never going to get the success you want at this club. You're young, do something with the rest of your career, don't waste it here. If he's being honest with himself, there's a bit of bitterness speaking (he remembers having that kind of loyalty, too) and more than a bit of anxiety. Iker could be the best in the world but he's not going to do it in a losing team. And David doesn't want to see that, god he doesn't want to see Iker's career turn out the way his own has, good, maybe world-class for a brief period, but nothing more. He's too old for it to matter, but Iker's so fucking young, and. And. He never says anything.
5. His hair. Jesus fucking Christ he needs some advice on that.
For of_doom: Five things Iker Casillas wishes would change about Real Madrid.
1. The fucking politics.
2. The fucking press.
3. The weird blend of modern greed and cynicism (see #1 and #2) and old fashioned romanticism, the obsession with bygone glory days. Everyone knows Raul's time has been over for two seasons now, but they keep hoping and Iker, Iker hates it. Everybody knows but no one ever does anything and it makes him want to punch things. It's not fair to Raul, it's not fair to anyone. Nobody will live up to Redondo or Hierro or any of their legends. It's time to move on. Iker would do anything for the club, but he's 25 and he doesn't want to be remembered as a good goalie that never really became great. Everybody forgets the runners-up. It's not complicated.
4. The lack of homegrown players in the first team.
5. How just winning is never ever enough. And they're not even winning at the moment.
Five things Iker Casillas wishes wouldn't change about Real Madrid.
1. The white kits.
2. The fans.
3. The club's ability to attract legendary players and coaches.
4. The high expectations. They're hard to deal with, sure, but it'll be a bad day when people no longer expect greatness.
5. The stadium.
For niche: Five reasons why Iker would want to kiss David Villa.
1. To see if he's really as good as everyone says he is. Curiosity killed the cat.
2. How simple he is. Iker means this in the best way. David pretty much knows what he wants from life: lots of goals, a satisfied family, good food, something as close to happiness as possible. He knows and he goes about getting it in a practical manner, with the minimum of fuss. Iker appreciates straightforwardness more than most people his age.
3. His skin, that smooth even tanned color that reminds Iker of summer all year long; Iker is preternaturally pale but David is concentrated, richly bold colors everywhere - eyes and hair and the slick red inside of his mouth, Jesus.
4. David's easy to watch on the field. Quick and sleek and clever, always working, showing up without anyone noticing he's even moved. Iker loves football and David plays it the way it should be played; beauty in motion is a frightening thing.
5. He's quick on the field and quick off of it, smaller than he looks on television. Fooling around in training, Iker is always surprised at how narrow the bones of his wrist are, how easily his cheek fits into Iker's glove, the way his head tilts back and eyes crinkle when he laughs, that full, honest sound. Yeah. It's kind of like that.
Ahem.
For rondaview: Five things that top Sheva's Christmas wishlist.
1. His children's happiness.
2. A phone call.
3. A collection of Camus's work. The movers had lost half his fucking books during the move.
4. A good goal that week.
5. (A plane ticket to Brazil that he won't use.)
Five likable things about Fernando Torres (besides his, uh, physical appearance) that remain despite Emer's virulent hatred of the boy and any effect her opinions may have upon us.
1. He's still at Atlético Madrid, and he became their captain at 19. That takes guts.
2. He talks about suffering with the common people in a way that reminds me of my pretentious, affluent, overly idealistic classmates, and it's endearing sometimes.
3. There was a message on his website congratulating Liverpool and our Spanish boys after Istanbul.
4. The fact that he has his own website and fanclub might kind of negate this, but. His autobiography page, no matter how ghost-written it might be, is kind of cute. There are baby pictures, guys.
5. He's got a tattoo in Tengwar, Tolkien's made-up language.
Top five reasons fandom (oh whacky, whacky fandom) doesn't slash David Villa.
1. He's not as, well, pretty as some of the other Spanish players; a little too fierce, rough around the edges.
2. Not enough people watch Valencia to know if there's an obvious person on the team to stick him with.
3. The goatee.
4. The terrible fashion sense that's too gay to be really gay.
5. He's not well known enough.
(6. Because the rest of fandom is not as ingenious as niche.)
EDITED TO ADD:
For of_doom: Five things David Villa can't stand about Fernando Torres.
1. The martyr complex. It's annoying.
2. How he'll do something really brilliant one second and completely fuck it up the next. What the hell.
3. The mullet. Oh god, the mullet. It's gone now, sure, but the memory remains.
4. Those stupidly cryptic tattoos, especially the date on his leg. No one cares when you lost your virginity, David wants to say.
5. The way he whines. All. The. Fucking. Time. The boy needs to learn how to stay on his feet.
For callmecayce: Five favorite footballers that don't play in England or Spain.
1. Kaka.
2. Andrea Pirlo.
3. Roque Santa Cruz. (Just because I really do think he is the most beautiful man in football.)
4. Gennaro Gattuso. (For his pantslessness.)
5. Gigi Buffon. (For staying at Juve. I'm conveniently ignoring those Nazi association rumors.)
THIS IS SO SAD. I know, what, two other footballing leagues? ljasdlfsdf. *wins*
Five reasons Kaka should have gone to Real.
1. He's always wanted to play with Cannavaro, not against him, because that's pretty hard and usually results in bruising and frustration.
2. Kaka needs a change of scene. Milan reminds him of too many different things, and the political stuff worries him, a lot of the time. What else doesn't he know about? Plus, it kind of sucks still seeing Andriy pop up in the most random of places, modeling the latest Armani suit.
3. Imagine this: Casillas clears the ball to Cannavaro, who passes to Kaka. Kaka to Beckham, fifty yard cross to Robinho, who nods it down to Kaka, who's continued his run. A through ball to Van Nistelrooy, who slots it home by the far post. Hello, fantasy football.
4. And hello, samba quartet and Brazilian celebrations. You know you want to see Kaka hop like a rabbit or whatever after scoring. Priceless.
5. He would be perfect for Spanish football.