I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I LITERALLY HAVE TEARS IN MY EYES CAUSE I JUST WANT THESE THREE TO RUN AWAY TOGETHER. I want to quote the whole thing back t you but I will suffice with the following.
When she lies to you, she prefers to do it directly. Go on. Don’t believe me, her face dares, perfect as marble. “I’m a soon-to-be-married woman, remember?” Oh god, Mary and her fucking perfect "I'm not feeling anything (I am feeling every fucking second like a sword through my heart)" Crawley so perfectly and beautifully define from Matthew's POV.
she stays sure and still as you touch her. You stop. *wibble* HOW DO YOU CAPTURE THEM SO PERFECTLY!
Luckily, you both excel at making all of this so much harder than it has to be. Seriously dudes, SERIOUSLY?!!! HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH AN ART FORM OF SUCH FUCKERY?!
– the bits of death still hanging around in your lungs and limbs – has made you feel so much more awake. I do not have the words at the moment to explain how beautifully, prosaically touching this is.
Especially versus this:
There’s something in the sight of her that seems to suggest she’s made of dandelion fluff and butterfly wings; you like this discovery of her flesh-and-bloodness as she leans against you. Where I do not have the words to explain how beautifully, poetically touching this is. Except it is that first half that is metaphorical and poetic combined so beautifully with the clear language of the after the semi colon bit that just speaks to me. The contrast and metaphor are beautiful AND GODDAMN WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST RUNAWAY TO BLOOMSBURY AND BE HAPPY ALL THREE TOGETHER!
“No, Sunday’s for us,” you say matter-of-factly. “Obviously.” Mary and Lavinia sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Oh god, Mary loved Lavinia too and Matthew/Mary/Lavinia is so brilliant I just want you to write a never ending supply of fic for them.
as if you’re sisters – the Jane Austen sort, no less as if you're Morgana and Morgause type sisters who have UST up the wazoo you mean JANE AUSTEN! LOVING! I JUST- UGH I LOVE YOUR WORDING SO MUCH!
And I love, and agree so scarily so, with your views on these characters and it is like when you write these characters speak to and break my heart with their utter love and knowing that stupid writers don't know the awesome of an OT3 when they have one. MARY COULD SO DO WITH AN EASY AND LOVING AND AWESOME LAVINIA. (Obv, matthew, other than his face, matters little to me, the really important thing is MARY AND HER FACE BECAUSE MICHELLE DOCKERY BREAKS MY HEART AND LOOSES PIECES IN THE OCEAN WITH HER FACE, and like Lavinia/Mary/Matthew could have such stability for my BB Mary -who just needs to accept shit- and I JUST WANT A MASSIVE OT3 THAT YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE OF!!!!!!!).
Basically: I love you. I love this. I will give you a first porn if you write more and more explicit. And I realize I wrote porn when I went to say born and I am leaving just so you understand this got to the freudian level for me.
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When she lies to you, she prefers to do it directly. Go on. Don’t believe me, her face dares, perfect as marble. “I’m a soon-to-be-married woman, remember?”
Oh god, Mary and her fucking perfect "I'm not feeling anything (I am feeling every fucking second like a sword through my heart)" Crawley so perfectly and beautifully define from Matthew's POV.
she stays sure and still as you touch her. You stop.
*wibble* HOW DO YOU CAPTURE THEM SO PERFECTLY!
Luckily, you both excel at making all of this so much harder than it has to be.
Seriously dudes, SERIOUSLY?!!! HOW DO YOU MAKE SUCH AN ART FORM OF SUCH FUCKERY?!
– the bits of death still hanging around in your lungs and limbs – has made you feel so much more awake.
I do not have the words at the moment to explain how beautifully, prosaically touching this is.
Especially versus this:
There’s something in the sight of her that seems to suggest she’s made of dandelion fluff and butterfly wings; you like this discovery of her flesh-and-bloodness as she leans against you.
Where I do not have the words to explain how beautifully, poetically touching this is. Except it is that first half that is metaphorical and poetic combined so beautifully with the clear language of the after the semi colon bit that just speaks to me. The contrast and metaphor are beautiful AND GODDAMN WHY COULDN'T THEY JUST RUNAWAY TO BLOOMSBURY AND BE HAPPY ALL THREE TOGETHER!
“No, Sunday’s for us,” you say matter-of-factly. “Obviously.”
Mary and Lavinia sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G! Oh god, Mary loved Lavinia too and Matthew/Mary/Lavinia is so brilliant I just want you to write a never ending supply of fic for them.
as if you’re sisters – the Jane Austen sort, no less
as if you're Morgana and Morgause type sisters who have UST up the wazoo you meanJANE AUSTEN! LOVING! I JUST- UGH I LOVE YOUR WORDING SO MUCH!
And I love, and agree so scarily so, with your views on these characters and it is like when you write these characters speak to and break my heart with their utter love and knowing that stupid writers don't know the awesome of an OT3 when they have one. MARY COULD SO DO WITH AN EASY AND LOVING AND AWESOME LAVINIA. (Obv, matthew, other than his face, matters little to me, the really important thing is MARY AND HER FACE BECAUSE MICHELLE DOCKERY BREAKS MY HEART AND LOOSES PIECES IN THE OCEAN WITH HER FACE, and like Lavinia/Mary/Matthew could have such stability for my BB Mary -who just needs to accept shit- and I JUST WANT A MASSIVE OT3 THAT YOU NEED TO WRITE MORE OF!!!!!!!).
Basically: I love you. I love this. I will give you a first porn if you write more
and more explicit. And I realize I wrote porn when I went to say born and I am leaving just so you understand this got to the freudian level for me.