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I! DON'T! I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO START THIS ENTRY! THERE'S! ALL! JUST! CAKES!

Cakes! Cakes. So I make cakes. I usually make cakes when I'm super stressed or procrastinating of when I feel like shit and want to accomplish something pretty. I don't really eat the cakes, but luckily I live with fourteen people who would if they could swim in cake then dry off with cake then sit down on cake tables to have a nice relaxing cake. Win win winnnn!

But then I baked some cakes for some friends' birthday and shit happened and then I farted rainbows because apparently me and some people are starting an online bakery now AND I DON'T WANT TO JINX IT, but I also don't want to NOT TELL YOU GUYS as much as I don't want to jinx it and I'm SO EXCITED AND HAPPY AND EXCITED and I've already got some comissions and fgdhfsgjsdhg CAKES

NOW I WILL POST A PICTURE OF A CAKE

IT IS VANILLA CAKE WITH BUTTERCREAM FILLING AND MARSHMALLOW FONDANT ALL CAPS NECESSARY IT'S JUST THAT BIG A DEAL CAPS HAVE NEVER BEFORE OCCURED ON THIS JOURNAL. My friend loves ze trees and ze nature, which is why the everything :D

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Also, something else that got me SO! EX! CI! TED!--remember that age diff fic I wrote? And then shuffled around with my tail between my legs pretending I had no idea what anyone was talking about what do you mean I wrote that fic I NEVER DID SUCH A THING SHUT UP YOUR MOM WROTE THAT FIC WHATEVER? Well, a while ago, I was brushing my teeth and then I checked my email and it said Inbox (1) and I opened that (1) and THEN PROCEEDED TO DROOL TOOTHPASTE ALL OVER MYSELF I WAS SO ECSTATIC. Ask Zarathuse she was there she had to wipe the foam off my face.

kafuness sent me a message telling me she'd illustrated a bit of the fic--older Merlin. I urge you all to go have a look. And by urge I mean FOR THE LOVE OF GAWD GO LOOK AT IT LOOK AT IT LOOK AT ITTTT

Even if you didn't like the fic that much (totally legit, btw, if I got oddly specific amnesia and forgot I'd written it I'd probably wouldn't touch that with a bunch of sticks taped into a long one cartoon style), if it's not your cuppa, if you have no idea what the hellz I'm talking about--if you don't even watch Merlin, seriously, just have a look. She's an amazing artist, and captures personality and quirkiness so wonderfully and really, it's just, yes. SEE FOR YOURSELF :D

Ok Merlin in two weeks I'm making Merlin cake who's coming over to eat and watch with me who will let me feed them who who who

(ps. Have deduced way into Tom H's pants is by way of cards. Next step. HOW DO I GET MY FACE ON CARDS?)
 
 
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06 September 2011 @ 06:37 pm



SAY IT TO MY FACE

THEY TALK BEHIND MY BACK

BUT THEY DON'T SAY IT TO MY FACE

Can't be posted enough, dudes. YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THIS ENOUGH. And if you can't see it cuz LIFE SUCKS and you're at work and it'll take at least a MILLION HOURS before you get back home, I HAVE TRANSCRIBED THE BEST BITS. And if you want to argue that the best bits are the naked bits rather than the interview, I would say that clearly, YOU HAVE TO LISTEN TO IT AGAIN, because if banter came in shades of naked THIS WOULD BE PORN. Does that make any sense? No. IT DOESN'T HAVE TO. WHY? BECAUSE TOM HOPPER. BAM.


    Interviewer: So you've all come to this season as full time regular knights. Did you know that was going to happen or was it a complete surprise?
    T: It was kind of . . . I guess a bit of a surprise, but then with the way season three had ended we had a feeling that was kind of where the show was going, so . . .
    E: I think because we made the show better, it was kind of inevitable.
    T: *pauses* . . . I love it, I'm actually--I'm actually answering so serious going 'oh yeah it's because' and you're going, [puts on a ridiculous voice], uuuh, no we kneeeew cuz we're just that good', what are all these weird answers!
    E: No no look we have a little thing--Rupert's usually the official spokesperson, giving all these dull, boring, thorough, intellectual answers--
    T: WOW.
    R: And now you're not gonna find out what they are.
    T: [makes incredulous gestures as to WHAT THE FUCK]
    R: No, I actually joined two years ago, and I was only gonna be in one scene, and then it kind of gradually got bigger, and last year we saw the end of the season and we were like, wait and see, 'cuz we came in for the last two, and we didn't know if we were gonna carry on. We hoped, there was talk about--but you never know what'll--
    T: It was definitely something we all wanted.
    [They're all quiet for a moment, letting that statement hang, then start laughing]
    E: We're still talking about the show, right?
    T: Yeah. Yeah.
    E: Cool yeah just checking.

    I'D WIN ROCK PAPER SCISSORSCollapse )
 
 
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15 August 2011 @ 03:43 am
When junkshop_disco posted a request on lemniciate's Mixtape exchange for Gwaine's Roadtrip Mix, we had a coversation that went like this:

    derryere: If Arthur is like High Fidelity's Rob, Gwaine would be that friend of his who has the worst taste who Arthur HATES for liking all those kitsch, awful songs, but at the same time is secretly jealous of because he likes them WITHOUT SHAME. And people DON'T MIND. Like, if Arthur would say, My favourite song to get a bj to is Mamma Mia, he would be shunned from everything. Not just sex. Or music stores. EVERYTHING. JUST, LIFE. By himself, as well. Mirrors would be covered. Display windows avoided. Drama all around. But when Gwaine says, Hues Corporation's Rock the Boat is my life anthem, AND THEN ALSO MEANS IT, NOT A TRACE OF IRONY, people nod like it's the DEEPEST SHIT ANYONE'S EVER SAID.

    ...AND NO ONE WOULD PAY ATTENTION TO MERLIN ANYWAY, because who takes indie music seriously anyway. LISTEN TO SOME TOM WAITS, YOU SAD KID

    junkshop_disco: That's completely how it would go. Arthur would get all, 'No, I think you'll find that record is atrocious and here are 48 reasons why - ' and Gwaine would just ruffle his hair and say, 'Stop using Q as your own personal bible of acceptable cool, and admit you like Barry Manilow. You'll feel better for it, I promise.'

    Merlin = Dick in High Fidelity, who just scurries around finding achingly, achingly cool music to play in the Camelot Vinyl, BUT NO-ONE EVER SEES and they're like, LOOK, WE JUST AQUIRED THE NEW BELLE AND SEBASTIAN BY MAGIC AND IT SAVED OUR SOULS!! and he's like, 'Fine. If anyone wants me - WHICH NO-ONE EVER DOES - I'll be cataloguing the French electro...'

    derryere: HFKDJFH AND ARTHUR TURNS AWAY FROM GWAINE ALL, You repulse me. And then puts on his headphones to go about making a mixtape for Gwen with his little NOTEPAD AND REPLAYS AND CHECKING THE TRANSITIONS BETWEEN SONGS AND THEN GWAINE, LIKE, eating a KEBAB, is looking over Arthur's shoulder at the list so far and goes--SPITTING HALF THE FOOD AS HE TALKS--"Dude you should totally add some Timberlake if you want to get laid."

    And Arthur turns around, slowly, HORRIFIED, ALL, "Seriously. How come I'm friends with you. I mean. This is a serious question. I'm genuinely asking this."

    AND THEN GWAINE ANSWERS SOMETHING ALONG THE LINES OF "CUZ I BRING THE HOME THE BOOTY" and then continues to hum The Bad Touch while he pretends to hump an invisible SOMETHING, kebab still in hand.

    junkshop_disco: Meanwhile, Merlin sits in the backroom painstakingly filing and going, 'actually I have a really cool bootleg of Timberlake mashed up with Au Revoir Simone that you'd both really love. NOT THAT ANYONE CAAAAARES.'

    derryere: And then a few weeks later Arthur would be like, GUYS GUYS YOU HAVE TO HEAR THIS GWEN MADE ME LISTEN TO IT IT'S SOOOO BRILLIANT LISTEN IT'S A TIMBERLAKE AU REVOIR SIMONE MASHUP GWEN ALWAYS HAS THE BEST STUFF I MEAN WHERE DOES SHE EVEN FIND--

    And Merlin, from the corner, GROANS AND CLUTCHES HIS HAIR like a crazy person, slumps against the wall and SINKS DOWN TO THE FLOOR. And Arthur and Gwaine are like, ...The fuck's up with him?

    And Gwaine shrugs and says he's hungry, who else wants pizza, and Arthur says, ...You haven't finished listening to the song. It's still playing. You can't--

    "YEAH YEAH I've heard it now it's alright, but pizza though?"

    And Arthur flips because, "Alright? ALRIGHT? What kind of person describes any kind of music as, 'ALRIGHT'? DON'T YOU HAVE ANY SENSE OF--"

    And then Merlin interrupts by walking out with a, You both are wankers, and I'm fucking off. AND SLAMS THE DOOR BEHIND HIM.


And so this mixtape universe was born.

GWAINE'S ROADTRIP MIX - MADE BY EVERYONE EXCEPT GWAINECollapse )
 
 
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this is aaaaaaaaaancient, ANCIENT OLD NEWS, but I never did come around to posting it here, so I'm gonna have at it now. Sorry for the delayed cross-post! And for everyone who are like WAIT IS THAT A NEW--? Oh no wait BOO YOU WHORE

...but new stuff is on the way as well! THIS IS A TENTATIVE PROMISE, because everyone and their gandma's three-legged dog knows how I am with promises, but still. New stuff is in progress. let's put it like that. YIS.

    Title: Good News (is on the way)
    Rating: NC-i'm-not-kidding-about-this-one17.
    Pairings: Merleeen/Arthur and a bunch of background Arthur/Others nonsense
    Word Count: 61K. It happened when I wasn’t looking.
    Summary: Arthur, a travelling businessman, decides to rent a room with the Wyllt family while in town. Hunith is charmed. Her son, Merlin, is not.
    Warnings: UN! DER! AGE! I mean—there’s nothing done under the age of consent (in the UK) but there IS a grand ol’ age difference thing going on and if that’s not your cuppa, I’d say steer clear of this one and all will be well :D
    Author's Notes: My glomp_fest fic! Written for the lovely denija


IN OTHER NEWS, tumblr!

AND ALSO,



pics from Merlin’s Keep
A Bradley/Colin Comment Fest


AND OH REMEMBER THE TIME THAT--




^ Still not over this, btw. STILL SO VERY FAR FROM BEING OVER THIS. Mostly because I'm uncomfortable with how close it comes to our perception of their lives. DYOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN? Whenever I go OH BLAH BLAH SO THEN BJ WILL BE LIKE, THIS IS NOT A BURGER, this is PATTIE SHAPED POOP ON A BUN SHAPED POOP, AND EOIN BE LIKE, SHUT YOUR MOUTH AND EAT YOUR FOOD BITCH, I kind of imagined them all paired off in flats and apartments and living la dude vida loca together. LIKE THAT TIME WHEN GWAOIN DRIPPED KEBAB ALL OVER BRARTHUR'S MIXTAPE NOTPAD. REMEMBER THAT, junkshop_disco? Right? RIGHT?

I mean

I mean


WHAT DO YOU CALL FANON WHEN CANON IS THE FANON????
 
 
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24 June 2011 @ 01:08 am
*peels cobweb off nose*

NYECH. Hello! How long has it been SINCE THE LAST TIME I ASKED HOW LONG HAS IT BEEN? Let me answer that for you. A while. THAT IS THE TIME MEASUREMENT I AM GOING FOR TODAY. A WHILE. It has been a WHILE.

Guys. Guys, guys, I had my last wisdom tooth removed from my person yesterday and while the actual pain isn't that great at all and my face doesn't swell BUT DEAR GOD THE HEADACHES AND THE BLARGHLINESS and the painkillers? Not that big of a hoot, really. I'm spending all the time I would've spent complaining about the pain, complaining about HOW CRAPPY BRUFEN MAKES ME FEEL. And then I wooze about and trip and make funny noises because those things are pretty fucking strong holy shit.

THAT'S A SIDENOTE THOUGH. THE MAIN STORY OF THE NIGHT IS THAT I AM NERVOUS ABOUT ALL THESE THINGS I NEED TO FINISH (paperlegends, this essay, cleaning the bathroom, etc), and, as the last half year has proven, an incredibly productive nervous baker. When I stress, I BAKE because it feels like doing something--even though it's not what you're supposed to do. Also, YUMMY RESULTS. The other day, instead of going to the library, I made rainbow cupcakes! WAHEY!



THEY'RE WEIRDER ON THE INSIDECollapse )

NOW LET'S TALK paperlegends. WHO IS IN? Who is close to finishing? WHO IS RIDICULOUSLY BEHIND AND WILL FEEL BETTER WHEN TALKING ABOUT IT W/ SOMEONE ELSE WHO IS BEHIND? Who wants to have a wordwar with me on lj/gchat/anywhere? WHO SPENDS RIDICULOUS AMOUNTS OF TIME RESEARCHING THE TINIEST DETAILS ON WIKIPEDIA LIKE THE HISTORY OF SHOE LACES under the guise of 'it's research, not procrastination! I NEED TO KNOW ABOUT ARTHUR'S BOOTS IT'S SUPER VITAL. GAWD.'?

WHO ELSE HAS ALL THESE THINGS TELL ME PLEASE