ses larmes éteignent les flammes, libère les âmes, fait renaître Abraham

[whynot]

Life has been crap, but the following things are not:

1. camelotremix/camelotremix! I cannot resist a remix challenge. I guess it's time to see how much my Merlin mojo has atrophied.

2. girlsofspn. Doing my bit to put more Anna, Claire, and Becky out in the world. I'm waiting to see what I get for spnrarepairs and castielfest first before I sign up. Perhaps I'll ask for art?

3. "Awesome POC are awesome comment-a-thon" and the DW mirror.

4. SPN 6x03, apparently. Come flail about it with me in the comments! Wild conjecture is encouraged!

5. Five five five, hmmmmm, five. How about telling me a fic in one sentence?

[originally posted at http://whynot.dreamwidth.org/30771.html | comments]

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[allothi.livejournal.com]

*sneaks back*

I'm afraid I've been having a hard time finding much of myself left for internetly things. And I've had at least three fics sitting waiting to be revised for posting for some ridiculous amount of time. *fails*

The Coronation of Queen Gwen really does want to be written. All dark ambivalence and tiny sandwiches, the band she'd booked breaks up about ninety minutes before the ceremony, the King of Northumbria refuses to recognise her, and Morgause puts a curse on all the tiny vodka jellies. Gwen knows her father would be very proud of her, this day, but it's a bitter thought, all things considered. She substitutes fresh fruit for the jellies.

[twoskeletons.livejournal.com]

Ah, yes, tackling the RL beast. Kick it hard, conquer it well! <3

Ahaha, is this Sir William's band? You know the lute player only joined it so he could get with groupies. They spend most of rehearsal arguing about what they should be called instad of picking up their instruments. The vodka jellies begin to attack the wedding cake, because of course it would. Merlin discovers that even more effective than magicking the jellies normal, is to eat them. This leads to more complications.