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I bring you a list of awesome.

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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.

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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?)

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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??

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arthur says, "dude," and, "that was ten years ago, genius," and, "like you couldn't afford to replace it," but eventually also says, "so, theoretically, what would you want me to do? THEORETICALLY."

caspian grins, gracious in victory. "well," he says, "you know the charity function you're holding at the smithsonian next week? i need four tickets for that, and they actually have to be on the guest list, you know?"

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"how did caspian finagle this?" peter hisses at susan, even though on the surface he's smiling his thousand-watt smile and projecting charm in all direction. men and women are flocking to him like bees to honey and peter charms them with some story about the only narnia plantation in africa, the one that still technically belongs to the pevensie family (well, the king family, to use their cover names) but that no one's seen since WWII.

susan just smiles and drinks champagne, watching caspian and lucy work their way through the crowd. her biggest fear is that someone is going to recognize peter -- he's memorable, and has never gone to particular lengths to hide it -- or caspian, though it's been years since caspian was in any kind of society and peter is a professional.

then a familiar voice says, "and how are we enjoying -- jesus god, susan and peter," as arthur pendragon gapes at them.

peter slides gracefully away from his knot of new fans and says smoothly, "arthur! how have you been? this is just a magnificent show; i haven't been here in an age."

if by an age you mean, "since yesterday," of course, susan thinks ungraciously.

"you," arthur sputters, then his gaze darts around the room to settle on caspian's dark head, "i didn't invite you."

peter's hand clamps down on his wrist, serpent-swift, and he drags arthur sideways into an alcove, susan following and deflecting attention.

"hey," arthur protests, trying to fight free," but peter bends his head close to his ear and murmurs, as sweetly as if he's offering up some kind of filthy, filthy suggestion, "do you really want to make a scene, pendragon? because i can arrange that, and it won't look good for you, at all. all i need is three minutes in public with you and i can destroy everything the pendragon foundation has ever built."

that makes arthur shut up.

susan draws a curtain shut across the entrance to the alcove and peter shoves arthur back against the wall and stands back, watching him through lowered lashes.

"here's what you're going to do," peter says, "in a couple minutes, you're going to go back out there and pretend you've never seen me or susan before and that we've just met for the first time. my name is peter king, this is my wife susan king. we're from narnia enterprises, and you invited us here. we are on the guest list."

"you're thieves," arthur splutters. "i'm going to kill caspian."

susan blinks. "you know caspian?" she says, surprised. she hadn't thought that the telmarine corporation and the pendragon foundation exactly ran in the same circles.

"dude," arthur says, a little less than intelligently, "we were roommates at yale for four years and we shared an apartment in allston when we were both at harvard business. up until he got himself kicked out of b-school, we were best friends."

"he's been holding out on us," peter says brightly.

"so have you!" arthur exclaims. "you said you were a reporter," he says accusingly to susan.

she shrugs. "i lied."

"and he's not your husband, is he?"

"no," peter says.

"and your name isn't king!" arthur exclaims. then he pauses and squints at them. in tones of resigned horror, he says, "it's pevensie, isn't it."

peter just raises his eyebrows.

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