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VACATION WITHDRAWAL
AAAARRGGHH SCHOOL STARTS TOMORROW. AAAARRGGHH VACATION WITHDRAWAL. AAAARRGGHH HAVE TO PAY BILLS & FIGURE OUT CLASSES & FIND THE NEAREST VIETNAMESE RESTAURANT BECAUSE I HAVE A SUDDEN CRAVING. WHAT ELSE. HAVE TO CLEAN ROOM. All I did the past few weeks was sing stupid songs and dance stupid dances and cuddle and hug and drink and talk a lot of nonsense. Ugh, having to switch to 'school mode'. UGH I TELL YOU.
LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY MY ICON'S HAIR IS. So fluffy. I want to run my fingers through his hair all day. This is also my Peter icon, because I don't have enough icon space for TWO doomed kings of destiny, no matter how shiny their hair are (and Will Moseley sports some pretty shiny hair). Man, I have amassed such a collection of Georgie and Peter&Susan icons, I'm not going to get around to using all of them at all. On a related note, I have a plot bunny for a futurefic in which Morgana escapes to Narnia as a refugee when things in Camelot go to shit, and then there is Morgana/Susan. I am adamantly telling myself I have no time though, 'cos omg school. And the city!
One of my favorite memes is the one where you write drabbles about the things/characters in the adjacent icons of your icon page, because it makes me write things like Donald Duck and Freddy Newandyke a.k.a. Mister Orange from Reservoir Dogs. I also get to write Peter, Susan, and two Edmunds; the Pendragons and two Morganas; and the Camelot OT4 in Manila. AWESOME. I'll get to those eventually, but I'll start with
"Come on, Will," says Anna. "You've ridden a unicorn before."
"It was a horse with horn attached," Will replies, staring at the unicorn with a dubious expression. He looks at Merlin. "Isn't it forbidden to touch a unicorn if you're not a virgin?"
"Oh, yeah," Merlin muses. "Well, I suppose. It's difficult to get the lore straight sometimes."
Will raises his eyebrows at Skandar. "What about you, Skandar?" he asks casually. "Do you want to ride the unicorn?"
Skandar shifts his weight uncomfortably. "No thanks."
"Anna?" But she is shaking her head no, a wry smile on her face. Will sighs and clasps Georgie's shoulder. "Henley, looks like it's up to you."
"Excellent," grins Georgie, and Merlin helps her onto its back.
Before I traded it in for this icon of blondness, I had an icon of Bradley James yelling AWOOGA on a roller coaster. (Man, that video clip will never not make me grin like a fool.) If that icon were still in its original position, I would be writing Bradley James/Anna Popplewell/Will Moseley for this meme.
Bradley raises his eyebrows. "'Brad'? No, Bradley's fine. People confuse me with Brad Pitt often enough as it is."
Anna laughs and shoves him, but Bradley has that goofy grin on his face again, and she ends up letting him buy her another drink.
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"Now magazine tells me you're seeing that Arthur bloke," says Will.
"A regular fount of knowledge, Now magazine. But yes. I'm seeing the 'Arthur bloke'."
"Is it very exclusive?"
"Oh no."
"Oh good," Will says lightly. "Then I can still do this," and kisses her.
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"Shit," says Will, a bit breathless. "You're as gay as your character."
"You watch my show!" Bradley beams.
Anna says, "I can vouch that there's at least some straight in him."
"But who cares, eh?" says Will, and kisses Bradley again.
Anna's arms slip around Will from behind and she starts unbuttoning his shirt. "I care."
"I care sometimes," says Bradley, somewhat muffled.
"Shut up, the two of you," Will commands, and pushes them both to the bed.
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"You should bring Morgana next time," Will suggests.
Bradley raises an eyebrow. "You mean Katie?"
"Sure."
"Oh my god," says Anna. "Stop using the men I date to fulfill your deviant fantasies."
"But tonight was such a good start, why stop now? Besides," he adds, "what else do you use him for?"
"He buys me dinner sometimes."
"I'm right here," Bradley announces.
"I can buy you dinner," says Will, ignoring him.
"Will you buy me dinner?" asks Bradley.
"I don't know," Will replies in a voice full of doubt. "Your breasts aren't nearly as big as Anna's."
"Aww." She kisses Will's cheek. "Aren't you sweet."
ERRANDS. SHOWERING AND ERRANDS. ARGH.
LOOK AT HOW FLUFFY MY ICON'S HAIR IS. So fluffy. I want to run my fingers through his hair all day. This is also my Peter icon, because I don't have enough icon space for TWO doomed kings of destiny, no matter how shiny their hair are (and Will Moseley sports some pretty shiny hair). Man, I have amassed such a collection of Georgie and Peter&Susan icons, I'm not going to get around to using all of them at all. On a related note, I have a plot bunny for a futurefic in which Morgana escapes to Narnia as a refugee when things in Camelot go to shit, and then there is Morgana/Susan. I am adamantly telling myself I have no time though, 'cos omg school. And the city!
One of my favorite memes is the one where you write drabbles about the things/characters in the adjacent icons of your icon page, because it makes me write things like Donald Duck and Freddy Newandyke a.k.a. Mister Orange from Reservoir Dogs. I also get to write Peter, Susan, and two Edmunds; the Pendragons and two Morganas; and the Camelot OT4 in Manila. AWESOME. I'll get to those eventually, but I'll start with
"Come on, Will," says Anna. "You've ridden a unicorn before."
"It was a horse with horn attached," Will replies, staring at the unicorn with a dubious expression. He looks at Merlin. "Isn't it forbidden to touch a unicorn if you're not a virgin?"
"Oh, yeah," Merlin muses. "Well, I suppose. It's difficult to get the lore straight sometimes."
Will raises his eyebrows at Skandar. "What about you, Skandar?" he asks casually. "Do you want to ride the unicorn?"
Skandar shifts his weight uncomfortably. "No thanks."
"Anna?" But she is shaking her head no, a wry smile on her face. Will sighs and clasps Georgie's shoulder. "Henley, looks like it's up to you."
"Excellent," grins Georgie, and Merlin helps her onto its back.
Before I traded it in for this icon of blondness, I had an icon of Bradley James yelling AWOOGA on a roller coaster. (Man, that video clip will never not make me grin like a fool.) If that icon were still in its original position, I would be writing Bradley James/Anna Popplewell/Will Moseley for this meme.
Bradley raises his eyebrows. "'Brad'? No, Bradley's fine. People confuse me with Brad Pitt often enough as it is."
Anna laughs and shoves him, but Bradley has that goofy grin on his face again, and she ends up letting him buy her another drink.
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"Now magazine tells me you're seeing that Arthur bloke," says Will.
"A regular fount of knowledge, Now magazine. But yes. I'm seeing the 'Arthur bloke'."
"Is it very exclusive?"
"Oh no."
"Oh good," Will says lightly. "Then I can still do this," and kisses her.
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"Shit," says Will, a bit breathless. "You're as gay as your character."
"You watch my show!" Bradley beams.
Anna says, "I can vouch that there's at least some straight in him."
"But who cares, eh?" says Will, and kisses Bradley again.
Anna's arms slip around Will from behind and she starts unbuttoning his shirt. "I care."
"I care sometimes," says Bradley, somewhat muffled.
"Shut up, the two of you," Will commands, and pushes them both to the bed.
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"You should bring Morgana next time," Will suggests.
Bradley raises an eyebrow. "You mean Katie?"
"Sure."
"Oh my god," says Anna. "Stop using the men I date to fulfill your deviant fantasies."
"But tonight was such a good start, why stop now? Besides," he adds, "what else do you use him for?"
"He buys me dinner sometimes."
"I'm right here," Bradley announces.
"I can buy you dinner," says Will, ignoring him.
"Will you buy me dinner?" asks Bradley.
"I don't know," Will replies in a voice full of doubt. "Your breasts aren't nearly as big as Anna's."
"Aww." She kisses Will's cheek. "Aren't you sweet."
ERRANDS. SHOWERING AND ERRANDS. ARGH.
DO YOU WANT TO RIDE THE UNICORN
Oh, HART. Also, dude, that icon is just unfair. *twitches* Your Peter/Uther suggestion in the other comment might have scarred me for life. Oh my god. O_o
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I LOVE YOU
I THINK YOU KNOW WHY OH MY GOD OH MY GOD oh my god! i have never had a paid account before! OMG. MAYBE I WILL DO A POLL. MAYBE I WILL DO A VOICE POST. THE POSSIBILITIES.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR AWESOME AWESOMENESS
HOLY SHIT LET ME WRITE SOMETHING FOR YOU IN TRIBUTE TO YOUR AWESOME, WHAT DO YOU WANT
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(OMG AIR GUITARS HOW PRECIOUS)
And you don't have to write me anything! I'll just sit back and bask in the Merlinarnia icon crossovers if there are any more. :-)
*pets the hair*
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IKR! i've never seen the special features of the PC or LWW DVDs but ppl post icons/pics of it everywhere and every time i come across them i am OVERCOME BY THE ADORABLE
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i'm just looking for an excuse, really
the kitchen table is covered with an assortment of bottles: some from which they are drinking, some of which they have drunk, and some which they considered drinking but changed their minds, and then will was too lazy to put them away again.
after anna's second glass of wine and will's third beer (bradley is still nursing his first scotch), the boys get into an argument about who was the better king, arthur or peter, and anna wonders, whatever happened to keeping your work life separate?
"come on, you were based on me," says bradley, dropping the illusion of correct prepositions. anna knows a cock-measuring contest when she sees one.
"ha!" will scoffs. "we don't even know if you existed!"
"well, we know for sure you didn't exist," anna shrugs at him, and he glares at her.
"you're supposed to be on my side!" says will.
anna laughs. "oh will, don't you remember? i eventually leave you." she smiles at bradley, running her fingers through his hair. "and gwen eventually leaves you, poor sod."
"who needs her? i've got a merlin," says bradley. "together we are a coin."
"'s not the brightest coin in the collection box," will comments, "but certainly the gayest."
"the gayest of coins," anna sighs wistfully, before taking bradley's glass from his hand and finishing it. there wasn't that much left anyway.
"hey! i was using that!" bradley protests
"much too slowly." she threads their fingers together and smiles at bradley in a way that, she has discovered, makes him forgive her anything. anna stands up and tugs. "come. will, you too."
"where are we going?" asks bradley as she leads them out of the kitchen. he catches up to her and slides his arm around her waist.
"we're going to polish your sword, your highness," anna replies.
"can we polish mine first?" asks will, draping his arms over their shoulders and forcing himself between them.
"you can polish each other's," says anna, and pushes open will's bedroom door. "i'll supervise. and then," she smiles, slipping away from them and pulling her blouse over her head, "i'll show you how it's done."
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(MOAR MOAR MOAR)
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one day bradley asks will this. will's kind of been waiting for it.
will replies, "saturday?"
and bradley grins. "lovely."
"you should ask that katie girl if she wants to come with."
"only if you ask that caspian fellow if he wants to as well."
in the end, it's just the two of them, but it turns out this suits them just fine.
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at around date (or whatever) #4, will wakes up to an incoming text on his mobile. he clumsily melts across the bed over bradley's sleeping body (which whines in protest) and fumbles for his phone, knocking over a glass of water and the bottle of lube in the process.
the text is from anna, and it says, "r u stealin my men away from me again??"
"bradley," says will, nudging him with his foot. "bradley james."
"...sjkh," bradley replies.
"am i stealing you from anna?"
"don't be silly," says bradley, rubbing his eyes. "i'm stealing you from her." and rolls over and goes back to sleep.
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I'm bookmarking this post and I shall call it George.
(The combined ...hair of
Peter* Will and Bradley and Ben would make the world implode if they ever got together, y/y?)* CHARACTER BLEED IS MY FAVOURITE.
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I BOTH FEAR AND CRAVE SUCH A DAY
CONFESSION: sometimes i mistype peter as arthur and vice versa
"fuck off," says ben. "i'm not getting involved in whatever game you and anna have going on."
"it's not a game," says will, rolling his eyes.
"it always is with you."
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QUICK, GIVE ME A PROMPT AND I WILL DRABBLE THEM SOME MORE
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OR BRADLEY MEETING THE FAMILY AKA GEORGIE, SKANDAR AND BEN (who are obviously still recovering from all the mexico sex.) XD
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Oh Bradley, you silly silly thing
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yeah.
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WHAT COME NEXT
probably stuff like anna/merlin and colin/caspian
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YESssssssssss
KATIE/MORGANA?! I THINK SO.
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Most def.
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I ADORE YOU FOR WRITING THIS.
YOU SHOULD WRITE RPF MORE OFTEN.
<33!
did you read the continuation i wrote up there for tricksterquinn? oh man, it's like pringles, I HAVE POPPED AND I CANNOT STOP. bradley/anna/will ftwwwwwwwwww
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Haha I'm glad you like the silly fics too, 'cos it's good to know that I'm not just cackling to myself in a corner here. XD
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WILL'S A BIT OF AN ATTENTION WHORE, SAYS I
<3
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!!!!!!!!!!!! I love them all so much. So much.
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heavenhellfannish valhalla*