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I bring you a list of awesome.

1.

capslock_merlin. When I talk about this show it's mostly in capslock anyway, so, perfect. If you don't care about being spoiled for Episode 11, please click here omg.

2.

reel_merlin. A list of suggested movies for claiming. Back to the Future AU? Hitchhiker's Guide AU? JURASSIC PARK AU? OCEAN'S 11 AU?!? OMFG. I DON'T KNOW WHICH TO FLAIL ABOUT MORE AND THEY HAVEN'T BEEN WRITTEN YETfalskdf';slgk;dfk'g';dal;sfdlk

2a. Ages ago I fiddled with the idea of a Boondock Saints AU where Peter and Edmund destroy shit and kill people in the name of god ~~andthentheyhavesex~~. It's not like they'd be completely out of their element. Aslan is totally Il Duce, but damned if I know who Smecker would be. Caspian is Greenly.

3. Speaking of Boondock Saints, In God's Country is greenapple's drabble-remix of my Boondock Saints fic Big Sky Country and it (the remix) is AMAZING. AMAZING. Connor/Murphy (warning: incest etc), rated R. Big ups to her for condensing 5000 words down to 400. Oh my gosh you guys, BOONDOCK SAINTS. GOOD TIMES. (Also, what is it about a canon with religious themes that makes it so prone to incest?)

4.

amory_vain remixed my Y Tu Mama Tambien fic here, and it is HOT. I, um... didn't do my drabble remix because I never got my assignment, and then I forgot about it. I FAIL REMIXTHEDRABBLE. But I talked to the mods and they say I can get in on it anyway, late as I am. If I do, I'll apparently be drabbling Heroes!

5. I like to go on TV Tropes' Merlin page and see new stuff get added to it after every episode. Is it just me or are the examples for HoYay/FoeYay extremely skimpy. It is not just me. Camelot is totally crawling with STDs. ETA: Was it one of you guys that added that last bit to Hoyay??

BACK TO THESIS.

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*wistfully* I wish there was a reel_Narnia. That would be awesome.

ME TOO. i would claim boondock saints so fucking fast, though it would quickly degenerate into being distracted by edmund shooting things and waxing poetic about boston. BOSTOOOOOON.

the feel of cold gunmetal as they recite the lord's prayer, and then the kickback and the feel of warm gunmetal.

edmund says, "um. i've forgotten the pennies."

"what do you mean you've forgotten the pennies?" peter demands. "how can you not have any pennies on you?"

"pennies are fucking useless!"

"no not anymore we need pennies now!"

"alright so do YOU have any pennies?"

peter quickly checks his wallet. "um."

they both look at the consiglieri they've just dispatched. "maybe," says edmund. "he's got some."

he does.

BOONDOCK SAINTS BED ARE YOU FEELIN ME

i have to admit i have never seen boondock saints. although i have been told it is precisely up my alley.

so today in band i found myself contemplating a high school band au. lucy plays flute. peter plays french horn, but he's the drum major, and he's anxious. edmund plays bassoon. susan is made of awesome (in other words, not sure what she plays! because clarinet is the obvious answer, but somehow i think NOT. peter should be playing trumpet, but for some reason he just screams french horn). caspian is the new transfer student, and he and peter argue a lot. perhaps they both play trumpet. after all, you know the trumpet player's handshake! "hi, i'm better than you." and it's totally true.

and then they have sex.

*cough* yes. yes, everything in my life somehow comes back to narnia, oh my god.

THE MUMMY AU. although i'm not exactly sure how it would work. one would have to keep the core plot, of course. peter is rick, obviously, and susan is evey. lucy and edmund could probably split jonathan. AND THE WHITE WITCH IS THE MUMMY. trumpkin is ardeth bay. caspian is...yeah, i got nothin'.

i kind of love the mummy. *dreamy-eyed*

your high school band au sounds loltastic. there should be a high school/college AU of EVERYTHING.

boondock saints is like the movie that tries to be reservoir dogs, but can't. it really can't. but it's fun, with pretty boys who drop cluster F-bombs everywhere and shoot the shit out of things and banter in bad irish accents and have a deep an unequivocal devotion to, uh, god. AND EACH OTHER. FAMILYYYYYYY. miles away from ireland, working shitty jobs at a meat processing plant, they rely only on one another. they drink and smoke all the damn time.

lucy should be evey! edmund and susan split jonathan. ardeth bey is a HOTASS I WOULD TAP LIKE WOOOAAAAH. though not in trumpkin form.

in other news omg
my calormen fic will NOT LET ITSELF END and contains
1) a high five over to 'his dark materials', particularly 'the subtle knife'
2) allegories of the eucharist
3) the big bang theory as an illustration of amorphous causality
4) possibly a reinterpretation of the HCA 'snow queen' fairy tale?
5) probably my sociology notes (OF COURSE), particularly in a part where jadis paraphrases foucault

and i have this edmund&susan icon all picked out for when i finally post the damn thing.

this is definitely leaning towards being the longest fic i've ever written

EDMUND AND SUSAN ALL UP IN MY BRAAAAAIIIIN

of course, my other high school/college au was the werewolf!pevensies story, and that got me original fic. (the edmund character's name is now jared, and also nathan is sleeping with everyone in his family as well as sebastian. IT IS A WEREWOLF PACK. it is supposed to be a little screwed up.)

i...um, have never seen reservoir dogs either.

*head to side* now, if we usee lww as a basis, then that works (and you're right, lucy is so totally evey and susan and edmund are jonathan and peter is rick. except in a, "i am related to you" kind of way, not "i am a hot stranger" kind of way). BUT if we use pc as a basis, then peter should totally be ardeth bay and caspian can be rick.

...which is a scary thought. except then they can have hot desert!sex!

honeybaby, i am psyched.

in other news, last night the only thing i could think of to write (and i had people nanoing in my dorm, so i kind of had to write) was a thousand words of peta/caspian porn.

which was not really helped by the fact that what i really wanted to write was peter/susan. *sigh*

hmm. i should write something with edmund and susan. well. or susan and lucy. or lucy at ALL.

and hey aren't packs and herds and stuff inherently incestuous anyway?

NEW MERLIN IN LESS THAN 24 HRS OMFG
ARTHUR MAY OR MAY NOT FIND OUT
about the maaaaaaaaagiiiiiiic
i cannot wait.

LUCY WHO????

you know, the little one! with the lion!

that is my point exactly! and possibly nathan also sleeps around with the other members of his pack, only not so often. but boy, is ~~caspian~~ sebastian confused the first time he walks in on nathan and olivia...and nathan and jared...and nathan and amelia...and nathan and olivia and jared...

WHOOHOO YAY.

also, omg, ocean's 11 au. peter is danny! edmund is rusty! susan is tess! lucy is...um, the guy who blows stuff up, i forgot his name! caspian is linus! miraz is...crap, the guy whose name i keep forgetting, the guy who owns the casino. the beavers are the drivers! reepicheep is the chinese acrobat! tumnus is the computer guy? (doncha just love how i know no one's name?)

more importantly, peter just got out of jail. i am kind of fascinated with this notion, and jut keep turning it over and prodding at it.

i am trying my hardest to have the discipline to only watch this after i get substantial work done on my draft proposal but omfg sidereel is all like leering at me like "YOU KNOW YOU WANT IT"

what i really wanted to write was peter/susan.
don't we aaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllll

also i am really loving this new wave of narnia icons since the dvd came out

BASHER. LUCY IS BASHER. miraz is BENEDICT. susan/miraz?! omfg lol! but it could work. the beavers are the malloy brothers! i forget the name of the chinese acrobat except that it begins with y? i want to say it is yang. trumpkin should be the chinese acrobat, if only 'cos i can't imagine reep shutting up ever. and i don't remember computer dude's name either, maybe it was something like everett.

THE IDEA OF EDMUND AS RUSTY JUST BLEW MY MIND
OMG
SUCH HOTNESS AS I CANNOT HANDLE omg write it write it

RUSTY!EDMUND WITH HIS FOOD FETISH. AND HIS FLASHY CLOTHES.

"so how was prison?" edmund asks as the gates shut behind peter.

peter takes the snickers bar out of his hand and eats it in two bites. "the food was horrible," he says.

"did you get the cookies i sent?"

"you know you can't bake, don't you?"

edmund shrugs. "all the more incentive for you not to get caught again," he says.

i have not looked! ...i should probably get around to that.

also, omg, lass! (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OslK6oVGDY0) have you seen this? because YES.

yessssssss

HEY SO HOW ABOUT THAT EPISODE TEN AND HOW IT IS THE BEST THING EVER EVER EVER

OMFG

OMFG

eh. in general i don't feel vids much, i dunno. i think i'm picky about the songs and then it feels dissonant and forced juxtaposition. i mean i like this song actually, but... i dunno.

"trying to go straight, susan?" edmund asks out of nowhere, sliding into miraz's chair.

susan glares at him. then she says, "that seat's taken," and, "get out of here, edmund."

edmund says, "oh, but miraz is nowhere in sight. he's late, and he's left you all alone. now that's hardly the act of a gentleman, is it?"

"because you and peter never did the same thing," susan replies archly. she opens her menu in front of her so that she doesn't have to look at her brother.

edmund takes a breadstick out of the basket in the center of the table and starts eating it. "pete's been calling you," he says.

"no, he hasn't."

"you should have gone and seen him in jail."

"i don't think so," susan says.

EPISODE TEN OMFG. (it's even funnier when you watch it just coming off about half-a-dozen fics that say EXACTLY THAT. only with more sex.)

*sad face* i love vids. vids are awesome! also v. pretty.

one of these days i will figure out how to vid, and then i will vid peter/narnia to this song (http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/celticwoman/thevoice.html).

wait what do these half a dozen fics say, that EVERYONE IS SLEEPING WITH EACH OTHER?? that morgana is susan warrior princess and she and gwen sleep in the same bed and that even MERLIN'S MOTHER SHIPS MERLIN/ARTHUR?? PARENTAL APPROVAL WHAT. and omg merlin's ex-boyfriend <3333333333!!!!! i want the fic where merlin and will climb trees and hunt rabbits and are stupid boys, lying around in fields of heather shooting the shit and all HALCYON DAYYYS.

you know, come to think of it, i can't imagine an O11 AU of merlin, everyone is too much of a goddamn flailbot. (GWEN: less of a flailbot around arthur!! omg they bring out the best in each other!)

but i can read this O11!narnia for aaaages.

when edmund comes in, peter has lucy, tumnus, and caspian roped into a poker game so, naturally, edmund takes a seat.

lucy frowns at him from behind her cards. "you're looking a little barneyed, aren't you?"

"...what?" says edmund, as peter deals him in.

"troubled," tumnus translates tonelessly.

"fell down the apples and pears?" she goes on.

"...uh," says edmund.

"stairs," tumnus offers.

peter sighs. "it's been like this all night."

more along the lines of EVERYONE IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE trying to get arthur and merlin together. although a little more with the arthur knowing about merlin being all magical and whatnot.

so it turns out that caspian is miraz's nephew, and also that miraz's three casinos at one point belonged to caspian's father (also named caspian) before he died under mysterious circumstances and the property somehow got left to miraz, not caspian. as soon as edmund finds this out (on top of the susan business, and the last thing he needs is caspian gawking at susan the way he has been), he catches peter by the elbow and drags him outside the warehouse, slams the door shut, and pushes peter up against the wall. peter does not exactly protest. peter is kind of a bastard like that.

"you knew, didn't you?" he demands as peter blinks at him guilelessly.

"knew what?" peter asks, as if he doesn't have a clue what edmund's talking about.

edmund resists the urge to punch him in the face. it's been a lonely three years. "about susan. about miraz."

peter raises his eyebrows.

"about susan and miraz," edmund elaborates. "about caspian and miraz. did you deliberately go around hunting down people with grudges against this bloke?"

"of course not," peter says. "by the way, there's a possibility that miraz had reepicheep's father killed, but that's never been proven."

"are you actually in this for the robbery?" edmund says. "or just for revenge? or, god help us, are you in this to get susan back?"

"what?" peter says. "don't you think it's a little lonely, just the three of us?"

5 star hotels soothe the savage beast, all golden lighting and large chandeliers and when you get the presidential suite all to yourself it's difficult to complain. except for sometimes. susan is accustomed to luxury and is a star at business mixers where miraz's potential partners and associates need charming beyond miraz's plentiful coffers, but she is reminded occasionally of peter's unrelenting charisma when miraz works a room, and of edmund's talent for backroom negotiations when miraz engages in subtle politicking. and then, sometimes, she is reminded that miraz is neither of her brothers.

miraz refills her glass with more wine and says, "you are getting that faraway look in your eyes again, my dear."

she pulls herself back from memories to give him a smile. "my dear," she echoes, "why would i want to be elsewhere?"

where peter goes edmund goes, and though she's only seen one of her brothers here, she knows that peter is out of prison now, and can't keep herself from scanning the halls of miraz's hotels and restaurants for a flash of golden hair, bright blue eyes, peter's clever hands walking a coin or a chip across his knuckles.

she doesn't enter the casinos, though. miraz has commented on that more than once, and susan smiles and says something about not particularly being good at gambling, at the edge of desperation that fills such places. they're all lies, of course.

when she walks into the room she and miraz are sharing, she's only a little surprised to find peter sitting cross-legged on the bed playing solitaire. the surprise comes from the fact that it's taken him so long, not that he's here at all.

"whatever it is the answer is no," says susan, dropping her coat and purse on a nearby chair. she goes to the dresser and begins to remove her jewelry, watching peter in the mirror.

"i've never known you to make rash decisions," peter replies undisturbed. "has miraz changed you that much?"

"it's not me who's changed, peter. and get your shoes off my bed."

"it's miraz's bed." but still, peter slides off the bed, leaving a mess of cards on the covers that ticks off the type-a personality in her. "you just lie in it."

"whose bed i lie in is no longer any concern of yours."

peter puts his hands on her shoulders and she shrugs them off. "i think my sister is always going to be a concern of mine."

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