...having been breathed out
Anglophile; lit-dork; dacshund owner; BBC drama junkie and Sherlock fanfic writer; costume/clothing/design aficionada; former punk rocker; queer androgyne and anti-gastronome.
SO. ADORABLE.
You should have a tumblr of just this. I would follow the shit out of it. Toooooo cute.
Awwwwww. :-*
I seriously cannot cope with THIS MUCH CUTE on my dash, woman.
Awwwwwwww *blushes*
shayvaalski replied to your post: One more, and then I must to bed. And you must to edit! My favorite of all emoticons: O_o I use it to express dazed amazement, as when seeing a new piece of art that BLOWS YOUR FREAKING MIND.
I ALWAYS FORGET YOU’RE SUCH A CUTIE
I ALWAYS FORGET YOU’RE SUCH A LOVELY HUMAN oh no wait, I don’t generally forget that. <3 <3
That is freaking adorable. And the answer is because in anime, emotions are indicated with the eyes more than with the mouth, and squinchy eyes = happy.
my guess would be that super cutesy emoticons tend to be associated with asian people. and speaking as an asian woman, if i don’t slather on some serious raccoon maquillage, my eyes disappear when i smile.
Ahhh, this makes sense. My relative internet-newbie-ness shows, sometimes; thanks friends. <3
Or should I say
leontinemay asked:
One more, and then I must to bed. And you must to edit! My favorite of all emoticons: O_o I use it to express dazed amazement, as when seeing a new piece of art that BLOWS YOUR FREAKING MIND.
Ahhhhh, I love that emoticon too!!
Ahahahahaha also, watching myself try to make that face resulted in a lot of this:
I love this game. This is my new favorite game. And no…this is cat: =^_^= OBVIOUSLY. The other one is open mouth, squinched up eyes, arms in the air: Yayyyyyy!
Ahahahaha I am kind of diggin’ it too, tbh. SO MUCH MORE FUN THAN EDITING! Lay ‘em on me, people.
OK but when I try to do what you’re describing it looks like either yawning or orgasming. Why would you squinch up your eyes while yay’ing?? I yay like this:
Awesome! Can you do this one? (>_<) Or this one! (^o^)／
Aahahahaha WELL THIS IS AN UNEXPECTED GAME. I’m two glasses of wine in; let’s do it!
>_< = frustrated? (Idk guys, is the tongue wrong? I should mention that I don’t actually know what emoticons mean and am having to look these up on the internet)
(^o^)／ = ahahahaha what the hell is this? Is this a cat? Is “cat” an emotion?
You said: If you have extra time on your hands, watch Jonathan Creek. He’s utterly adorable in it. What does “/o" mean?
My understanding is that it’s a little person covering its head in shame/embarrassment. Like so:
…which is the face I’m making right now instead of editing that scene.
I have heard that about Jonathan Creek! I will have to investigate…… :-D
Lanakila MacNaughton’s photography is continually amazing me, capturing the breathtaking beauty of real women who ride motorcycles.
Lana was the the Dirt ‘n Dip campout this weekend, I can’t tell you enough how wonderful a lady she is. Check out her work on womensmotoexhibit.com.
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Breathless
by X
More Fun in the New World is one of my favorite housework albums. And by “housework,” I mean “dancing naked around the house in the middle of the night.”
(Source: the-unfeminine-female)
Another lovely specimen from the trip to the Rose Garden yesterday.
Natalie [Barney] and Renée [Vivien], like their future friend Gertrude Stein, belonged to the pioneer generation of cultivated lesbian expatriates who, in a kind of reverse migration, embarked for the Old World to escape the intolerance of the new one, settling in Paris around 1900. Theirs were the stories of ambitious passion, self-invention, new money, and puritan vigor tempered by French decadence that Henry James and Edith Wharton could have written, but unfortunately didn’t. One longs to read, for example, what James would have made of Natalie’s brief engagement to Wilde’s paramour Lord Alfred Douglas, or her platonic seduction of the aging and reclusive Rémy de Gourmont.
Judith Thurman, Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette
ONE CERTAINLY DOES!
Hm. My high school boyfriend just followed my long-defunct non-fannish Twitter account. Weird! We haven’t spoken for like ten years, and I don’t think I’m particularly up for starting now.
He does have a Tumblr with macros of Jennifer Lawrence, though, so that’s…something.
