Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Jellyfish Love.

My love for you is jellyfish love. It is the kind of love that you can only give when you happen to be a delicate floating construction of diaphanous membranes, primarily water-based fluids, and stinging tendrils. That makes it very difficult to see before it brushes up against you, and kind of cool, but not if you happen to be adverse to lumps of formless ooze. Or stinging fronds. But because my love for you is jellyfish love, you are not on my list of things to sting, paralyze, and eventually engulf. Be glad.

Jellyfish spend most of their time floating aimlessly through the ocean, going wherever the current takes them, generally just chilling out. When they encounter something they can eat, they casually wrap it in their stinging fronds and keep on going, off to do whatever it was they were doing before lunch came along. Jellyfish things, like processing edits, or picking blackberries, or watching too much television. Or maybe just bobbing around in the surf and sending unsuspecting swimmers to the emergency room, if you want to be literal about things. It doesn't matter to me. Because see, those jellyfish float along in huge, beautiful schools of delicately layered membranes, and once something has been caught by the tendrils of one jellyfish, they all get a little bit to eat. They aren't greedy, those jellyfish. They share.

If you watch jellyfish floating along, you'll see that they're constantly twining over and under and around and even through one another, like this giant, glorious underwater macrame, and yet somehow, they never get knotted up. They're always together, but they're always willing to let each other go. And that? That is how I feel about you. I totally spend my days wrapping my long, stinging tendrils around delicious things, because I know that even if you float away from me, you'll come back, and you may need something to engulf.

Only they aren't real stinging tendrils. And we all have skeletons. And if you decide to try to exist by absorbing raw fish and plankton through your porous skin, you're probably going to need to eat a sandwich, too, because man cannot live by metaphorical osmosis. But the basic concept is there. I spend my days floating free, loving you.

My love for you is jellyfish love.

Bloop bloop bloop.
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That's... actually pretty cool, in an oozing, weird kind of way.
Stingy jellyfish of love!
*chuckle*

We love you, too.
Hey, I love you like pretty virus sculptures :)

http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/entertainment/8268505.stm

(Talis wanted them pointed out to you)
Oooooooooooooooooo.

You do love me.

mokatiki

7 years ago

seanan_mcguire

7 years ago

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Right back at you, darlin'.
Bloop bloop love bloop!
*giggle*
I am absolutely captivated by this comparison. It says so much more to me than "If you love something, set it free, etc." Thank you for the idea and the image.
Thank Vixy and Sooj, for posing in front of the jellyfish tank!
Bloop to you, too.
May I link to this? It describes my marriage rather nicely.
Absolutely. :)
I don't even have a proper response. That was beautiful, and odd, and wonderful. Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Bloop bloop bloop <3
Bloooooooooooop.
Bloop. <3
Precisely.
Awww. I love you, too in the most blackberry bush manner. Your blood feeds me and helps me produce the best blackberries around.
And thus do your thorns encircle and shred me to bits. With LOVE.

greektoomey

7 years ago

seanan_mcguire

7 years ago

Marine biology is a romantic field.
Romantic, and painful.
epic bloop.
VICTORY!
I love your brain.:)

Bloop.
And my brain loves you.
Oh my yes! This is fantastic :)

*sigh* like i needed more reasons to love you :) *bloop*
Jellyfish love, baby. Jellyfish looooooove.
My brain now wants me to write a song starting with the line My love for you is jellyfish love. My sanity and sense of good taste wants someone else to write it instead. I am not a writer not at all but I do want there to be a song.
I can understand this sentiment.
A friend made this, and I thought of you.

This "jellyfish love" intrigues me; oozy and gooey, but intriguing.

AngelVixen :-)
I covet the jellyfish. Covet.
Sooj shared this with me last night and it is WONDERFUL!!!
Awwwwwwww, thanks!