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| Wednesday, December 23rd, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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9:39a |
A quick question...
...that has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO with the cracky holiday fic involving Merlin, Arthur, and a baby left in a department store Santa display that I will IN NO WAY be able to finish in time for Christmas, but desperately want to write all the same. *looks shifty* Poll #1502600 Holiday fics!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: None, participants: 127 I would read a Christmas-themed fic: ETA: Hi, British peeps, while we're at it: What do you call Santa? Is it always Saint Nick, always Santa Claus, or a bit of both? Or do you call him Morrie? IDK, I'm sleep deprived. :D Sorted! Thanks for your help! :) ETA2: AHAHAHAHA, I LOVE YOU ALL. Over three-quarters of you are like, WHATEVER, IF THERE IS PORN I'M THERE. :D |
| Tuesday, December 22nd, 2009 |
brooklinegirl
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9:03p |
FRANK IERO STOP IT.
why, yes, livejournal, we ARE saving the Jimmy Fallon show from last night on our TiVo, even though the ONLY shot you get of Frankie is of him WAVING HIS HAND IN THE AIR EXCITEDLY as Jimmy Fallon is picking out the winning number of who won the Xmas sweater. CONCLUSIONS: Jamia looks TERRIFIC. Frankie needs a HAIRCUT. THINGS FRANK WILL NEVER LEARN: HI YOU ARE A ROCKSTAR OMG FRANKIE HONEY. guys. I love his STUPID FANBOY FACE. |
lamardeuse
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3:07p |
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| Monday, December 21st, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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9:15p |
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| Sunday, December 20th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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9:06p |
Fic: Karaoke, Sport of Kings (Bradley/Colin, NC-17)
Well, the B/C fic that I first thought about back in July is finally done. It started out as a cracky idea with Bradley stalking Colin in Northern Ireland, and before it was done ended up ballooning to over 16,000 words and involving the various happenings from the Road Trip o' Love in late October to the BAFTA event in late November. Along the way I incorporated way more angst than I was planning to, but hey, at least there is porn? \o/ Posted in two places this time: here at merlinrpf and here at bradleycolin. Apologies for the crossposting crazy - I was originally posting exclusively to merlinrpf, but didn't clue in to the fact that they have moderated membership, whereas bc has open membership. So if you want to see the story and you're not a member of either comm, joining bradleycolin is a lot easier. In future, I may end up posting exclusively to bradleycolin - we'll see. I just don't want my NC-17 RPS out there for Katie's mum to find with the click of a mouse. CALL ME PARANOID. Am now going to dose myself with tea so that I can stay awake long enough to finish my Yuletide fic! YAY. |
lamardeuse
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8:38a |
Merlin 213
I really should be writing my Yuletide story, but I couldn't let the last ep of the season go by without a little picspam! ( Pics! ) |
| Friday, December 18th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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11:06p |
Is there an Extra-Special Hell?
There's something unutterably filthy about using a kiddie book signed by Bradley James as a lap desk for your netbook, upon which you are composing Merlin RPS porn. |
lamardeuse
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12:25p |
Ahahahaha!
So I have a day off work today, and I may have woken up not really hung over but craving bacon and steak, and so J and I headed out to one of our favourite brunch spots. In the course of our journey, I may have mentioned a couple of times that I now had something that had been touched by Bradley James' long-fingered and talented hands. Cut to us sitting in the restaurant with our mugs of tea. J picks up one of the little plastic creamers and cuts a small hole in the top, then says, "My impression of Bradley and Colin." AND THEN HE STARTS SQUEEZING THE CREAMER RHYTHMICALLY SO THAT THE MILK SPURTS INTO HIS COFFEE. SPURT SPURT. SPURT SPURT. J (high pitched voice): Oh, Colin. Oh, Colin. me: Oh my fucking GOD. *cries with laughter* J (beams smugly) |
| Thursday, December 17th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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9:14p |
HOLY SHIT: A STORY IN PICTURES
So I come home from my staff Christmas party after four coolers and some drunken pool playing, and it is REALLY FUCKING COLD OUT and did I mention I was a bit tipsy and this week has been pretty crazy at work and I REALLY NEEDED FOUR COOLERS AFTER TODAY, and I get home and there is a lovely parcel from maverick4oz, she of the awesome charm bracelets that I wear whenever I need to channel my fannish muse (which is often). So I was very happy to see this, and I get in the house and think YAY and all right, I can look at the card before Christmas, right? ( So the first thing I see is PENGUINS. )( And, um. Then I make the mistake of opening the card. AND I AM TOAST, BECAUSE: )( Okay, so. AT THIS POINT I'M SORRY, MAV, BUT I HAVE NO FUCKING CHOICE. NONE. )( And the sticky note is SO RIGHT, because the kiddie version is EVEN GAYER THAN THE EPISODE. LOOK: )Seriously, Mav, PLEASE COME UP HERE TO NOVA SCOTIA SO I CAN SNOG YOU PROPERLY, BECAUSE HOLY FUCK. I AM SLEEPING WITH THIS UNDER MY PILLOW TONIGHT. *squishes you long distance* Thank you SO MUCH, sweetie! SANTA WILL HAVE A HARD TIME TOPPING THIS, LET ME TELL YOU. |
| Wednesday, December 16th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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10:00a |
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| Tuesday, December 15th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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7:32p |
New Merlin photos!
Another great batch from Merlin's Keep, collected over at gealach_ros' LJ here. There are lots of great shots, including some gorgeous ones of Bradley and Angel, but this is the one I love best. OMG BOYS, COULD YOU BE ANY MORE MARRIED? There's just something about the poses that slays me. ETA: OH GOD chibirhm AND I WROTE RPS COMMENT PORN AND IT IS ALL HER FAULT. |
lamardeuse
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8:45a |
I'm GETTING THERE.
So I have a rather pretty picture of Bradley from the Night Less Ordinary shoot on my work desktop, and this morning I imagine he is glaring at me not in a sultry fashion but in an accusing one, because I let Colin's mother put a purple apron on him and made him peel potatoes. IT'S GOOD FOR YOU. CHARACTER-BUILDING. AND THERE WILL BE NOOKIE SOON. Bradley: *glares* |
| Sunday, December 13th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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7:23p |
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lamardeuse
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10:32a |
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| Friday, December 11th, 2009 |
lamardeuse
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2:29p |
I love killing a conversation.
So I'm in the lunch room dropping something off, and I hear a guy telling a woman that pretty soon we'll need a cart full of money just to buy a loaf of bread. me: (enthusiastic) Oh, so we're going back to the Weimar Republic, are we? him: *stares* her: *sound of air being sucked in* me: Uhm. Sorry, forgot where I was for a minute. *runs away* |
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