Having one of those down weeks, feeling rather miserable about myself. Would you mind reccing your favourite happy-making fics? Or posting your favourite pics and vids?
Now I have a killer toothache to go along with feeling shitty, so I'm not the happiest of campers, no. Thanks for caring though, you're a lovely person.
Merlin/Arthur, crack(!!!?), in which Gwaine takes but five days to get things moving, and also does yoga.
Day One
“Soooo,” said Gwaine, as he and Merlin sat side by side in Gaius’ chambers, de-boning swamp-rats, “You and Arthur. How long?”
Merlin frowned, without looking away from his rat. “Eh?”
“Y’know. How long have you guys been…” He made an indecipherable gesture, his rat’s tail swinging forlornly.
Merlin raised an eyebrow, then nodded in mock understanding. “Ohhh, yes. Yes, I see. Sorry, stupid of me not to realise before. Yes. Arthur and me and-” he, too, waved his rat around a bit “-yeah, brilliant.”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows in the kind of suggestion that works in any language, and Merlin got it.
“Oh. Oh. Ah, no. That is to say, we haven’t… no. Just. Yeah.”
“Oh.” Gwaine seemed puzzled for a moment, before humming and shrugging his shoulders. “Ah well, misread that one then.”
He got up, and lobbed his now neatly skinless, boneless rat across the room in a high arc. It landed with a wet thud in the barrel near the door. Brushing off his hands, he strode off to collect a fresh one from the pile on Gaius’ worktable. Meanwhile, Merlin stared perplexedly at the sagging rodent in his absent-minded fingers, trying to pinpoint in his mind just what exactly was perplexing about that statement. By the time Gwaine had returned, however, he’d figured it out.
“Hang on. What do you mean, misread?”
Gwaine flicked his hair out of his eyes (perfectly, suavely) and fixed Merlin with a disbelieving look.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know Merlin. Maybe just the fact that he stares at you pretty much all the time and I definitely saw him check out your arse when you were cleaning yesterday. I assumed it was because you guys were shagging, but I guess I was wrong.”
They finished their rats in silence, while Merlin pondered.
- - -
Day Two
“You’re wrong.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t like me like that.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure he does.”
“Doesn’t.”
“Really, really does, Merlin. Now where did you hide my winnings from last night at the tavern?”
“Didn’t. Used them to repay Arthur for what you spent the night before.”
“Arse-kisser.”
- - -
Day Three
“OK, so hypothetically speaking-”
Gwaine yelled, spun round, stubbed his toe on a protruding piece of shale, and yelled again in agony.
“Bloody buggering dragon-shite, Merlin! Where the fuck did you come from?” Gwaine glanced around the small clearing at the edge of the forest near Camelot he’d been using for some quiet sun-salutes. “Actually… did you follow me?”
“Might have,” Merlin replied, utterly unapologetic. “Anyway, hypothetically speaking, if – and I’m not saying it's true, ‘cause it’s not – if Arthur were to fancy someone like me, and if – again, note the conditional clause – someone like me were not disinclined to fancy said Arthur in return… how might someone go about initiating a, uh, liason?”
Gwaine sighed, trying to settle back into Warrior One pose. “You use a whole lot of big words for someone with as stupid a neckerchief as you’re wearing right now, Merlo. And as to that… well, in your case, I reckon a direct approach would serve best.”
“Like, what, walk up to him and snog him, you think?”
“Yup, that’s exactly what I think. Seize the day, Merly Werly.”
“Dunno, seems a bit on the slutty side for m- Merly Werly? Seriously? And what the fuck are you doing, by the way?”
Gwaine rolled smoothly into Downward Facing Dog. “Training routine. From the far east, I believe. Got taught it by a guy in a bar in… Cendred’s kingdom, actually. Funny, that.”
“You look like a dying beetle.”
“Go away, please.”
- - -
Day Four
“Arthur…”
“Merlin, now is really not the time.”
“Arthur…”
“Don’t you have chores or something to do? If you don’t, don’t worry, I can always throw pig fat into the curtains again.”
“Arthur…”
“I’m busy, Merlin! I can’t deal with your – rrrrunfeurglemmmmm.”
“Soooo,” said Merlin, as he and Gwaine sat side by side near the training yards, watching Arthur bash several unfortunate knights’ heads in. “Me and Arthur.”
“Ye-es?”
“Last night. You were right. You can wave rats all you want about it now.”
“I’m rarely wrong about these things. Congratulations, slag.”
“Oi, look who’s talking.”
“Ah, but I am a disaffected orphaned young rake with a shady past. You, my friend, wear neckerchiefs.”
Merlin considered this. For a second or two. Then Arthur looked up, sweaty and flushed, and gestured for his towel. Looking unusually intense for such a simple request. As Merlin padded off, Gwaine smiled surreptitiously, and inwardly gave himself a little pat on the back. Job well done, then. Must let dragon know.
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Written in half an hour to cheer you up, my lovey.
The Gwaine/Merlin friendship is so awesome (Merly Werly pffft lol) and I love Merlin slowly coming around to the idea that Arthur likes him and I LOVE that Gwaine does yoga (this is now canon in my head!) and ajsklad; I love that he knows the dragon and that they've possibly had conversations about how Arthur and Merlin need to be together. Basically I just have a whole lot of love for you and your amazingness. Thank you ♥
Have you read this rather awsome Merlin/Doctor Who xover (http://metonumia.livejournal.com/537.html)? (Do you watch DW? It is probably readable even if you don't!).
And here is a funny old thing that it is quite possible you've already seen, but, it's still funny :) Fandom Studies Test (http://redscharlach.livejournal.com/120637.html)
Or else, have this song that always makes me feel better! :)
THIS IS WHAT LIFE WITHOUT ANGELA DOES TO A PERSON. lol jk. how embarrassing.
I hope you are feeling better now babycakes. =( I dun like it when my queen is upset. =(
HM. HMMMMM. wat2say. omg, you know..like, this fucking heat steals my craziness? I don't even know what..I mean, cause the shit I write in my journal, right, that's like 0.5% of the embarrassingness I think up, I'm just too lazy to type it up..but I'm so ridiculously blank right now. it's fucking depressing. I wanted to draw your b-day picture here but I've no kickass thoughts. -heartbreak-
it's hot. HOOOOOOOT. HOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT. so fucking hot, dude, like, whoa. WHOA. what is this? is this hotness? cause it doesn't feel like hotness. it feels like fucking death. I mean, this is the kind of hot hotness that hot hotpeople from hotville experience during times of heat. this shit gets in your bones. the hotness, it is bone hotness. hotness of the bone. the hot..it gets in your bones..and then it makes them hot and like, it feels like fire! it's fire bone hotness. and it is crazy. some crazy shit. but like, you see, it doesn't stop at the bones?!? nope. not bone stopping hotness. this hotness, this hot..it GOES. like, goes..and where does it go?? it goes EVERYWHERE. the hotness of the everywhere going variety. mhmm. and I am experiencing it at the moment and I have been experiencing it for the past week. overwhelming shit. also: I've seen a lot of family and drank probably my weight in coconut water. dee-lish.
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Date: 2010-10-06 12:54 pm (UTC)*HUGS*
i don't have any fic to link, but this is always good for a laugh:
<3
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:16 am (UTC)I hope you feel better soon too, my love.
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-06 01:46 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=inA-36YRV0Y
can't really think of anything else at the moment. *hugs*
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-06 02:59 pm (UTC)-cuddle-
Don't be unhappy. D:
Have some of the most amazing Sherlock fic ever? (http://wordstrings.livejournal.com/1626.html)
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:07 pm (UTC)---
Merlin/Arthur, crack(!!!?), in which Gwaine takes but five days to get things moving, and also does yoga.
Day One
“Soooo,” said Gwaine, as he and Merlin sat side by side in Gaius’ chambers, de-boning swamp-rats, “You and Arthur. How long?”
Merlin frowned, without looking away from his rat. “Eh?”
“Y’know. How long have you guys been…” He made an indecipherable gesture, his rat’s tail swinging forlornly.
Merlin raised an eyebrow, then nodded in mock understanding. “Ohhh, yes. Yes, I see. Sorry, stupid of me not to realise before. Yes. Arthur and me and-” he, too, waved his rat around a bit “-yeah, brilliant.”
“Shut up, you know what I mean.” He waggled his eyebrows in the kind of suggestion that works in any language, and Merlin got it.
“Oh. Oh. Ah, no. That is to say, we haven’t… no. Just. Yeah.”
“Oh.” Gwaine seemed puzzled for a moment, before humming and shrugging his shoulders. “Ah well, misread that one then.”
He got up, and lobbed his now neatly skinless, boneless rat across the room in a high arc. It landed with a wet thud in the barrel near the door. Brushing off his hands, he strode off to collect a fresh one from the pile on Gaius’ worktable. Meanwhile, Merlin stared perplexedly at the sagging rodent in his absent-minded fingers, trying to pinpoint in his mind just what exactly was perplexing about that statement. By the time Gwaine had returned, however, he’d figured it out.
“Hang on. What do you mean, misread?”
Gwaine flicked his hair out of his eyes (perfectly, suavely) and fixed Merlin with a disbelieving look.
“Oh, uh, I don’t know Merlin. Maybe just the fact that he stares at you pretty much all the time and I definitely saw him check out your arse when you were cleaning yesterday. I assumed it was because you guys were shagging, but I guess I was wrong.”
They finished their rats in silence, while Merlin pondered.
- - -
Day Two
“You’re wrong.”
“Huh?”
“He doesn’t like me like that.”
“Uh, I’m pretty sure he does.”
“Doesn’t.”
“Really, really does, Merlin. Now where did you hide my winnings from last night at the tavern?”
“Didn’t. Used them to repay Arthur for what you spent the night before.”
“Arse-kisser.”
- - -
Day Three
“OK, so hypothetically speaking-”
Gwaine yelled, spun round, stubbed his toe on a protruding piece of shale, and yelled again in agony.
“Bloody buggering dragon-shite, Merlin! Where the fuck did you come from?” Gwaine glanced around the small clearing at the edge of the forest near Camelot he’d been using for some quiet sun-salutes. “Actually… did you follow me?”
“Might have,” Merlin replied, utterly unapologetic. “Anyway, hypothetically speaking, if – and I’m not saying it's true, ‘cause it’s not – if Arthur were to fancy someone like me, and if – again, note the conditional clause – someone like me were not disinclined to fancy said Arthur in return… how might someone go about initiating a, uh, liason?”
Gwaine sighed, trying to settle back into Warrior One pose. “You use a whole lot of big words for someone with as stupid a neckerchief as you’re wearing right now, Merlo. And as to that… well, in your case, I reckon a direct approach would serve best.”
“Like, what, walk up to him and snog him, you think?”
“Yup, that’s exactly what I think. Seize the day, Merly Werly.”
“Dunno, seems a bit on the slutty side for m- Merly Werly? Seriously? And what the fuck are you doing, by the way?”
Gwaine rolled smoothly into Downward Facing Dog. “Training routine. From the far east, I believe. Got taught it by a guy in a bar in… Cendred’s kingdom, actually. Funny, that.”
“You look like a dying beetle.”
“Go away, please.”
- - -
Day Four
“Arthur…”
“Merlin, now is really not the time.”
“Arthur…”
“Don’t you have chores or something to do? If you don’t, don’t worry, I can always throw pig fat into the curtains again.”
“Arthur…”
“I’m busy, Merlin! I can’t deal with your – rrrrunfeurglemmmmm.”
“Mmm.”
- - -
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:09 pm (UTC)“Soooo,” said Merlin, as he and Gwaine sat side by side near the training yards, watching Arthur bash several unfortunate knights’ heads in. “Me and Arthur.”
“Ye-es?”
“Last night. You were right. You can wave rats all you want about it now.”
“I’m rarely wrong about these things. Congratulations, slag.”
“Oi, look who’s talking.”
“Ah, but I am a disaffected orphaned young rake with a shady past. You, my friend, wear neckerchiefs.”
Merlin considered this. For a second or two. Then Arthur looked up, sweaty and flushed, and gestured for his towel. Looking unusually intense for such a simple request. As Merlin padded off, Gwaine smiled surreptitiously, and inwardly gave himself a little pat on the back. Job well done, then. Must let dragon know.
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Written in half an hour to cheer you up, my lovey.
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:45 am (UTC)The Gwaine/Merlin friendship is so awesome (Merly Werly pffft lol) and I love Merlin slowly coming around to the idea that Arthur likes him and I LOVE that Gwaine does yoga (this is now canon in my head!) and ajsklad; I love that he knows the dragon and that they've possibly had conversations about how Arthur and Merlin need to be together. Basically I just have a whole lot of love for you and your amazingness. Thank you ♥
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Date: 2010-10-06 03:16 pm (UTC)And here is a funny old thing that it is quite possible you've already seen, but, it's still funny :) Fandom Studies Test (http://redscharlach.livejournal.com/120637.html)
Or else, have this song that always makes me feel better! :)
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Date: 2010-10-07 05:57 am (UTC)That fandom test was great, I hadn't seen it before either, thanks for linking. And aww, that song was uber adorable.
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Date: 2010-10-06 11:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-07 06:06 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-07 02:49 am (UTC)One of my all-time go-to vids when I'm feeling down:
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Date: 2010-10-07 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-09 07:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-10-10 10:22 pm (UTC)lol jk. how embarrassing.
I hope you are feeling better now babycakes. =( I dun like it when my queen is upset. =(
HM. HMMMMM. wat2say. omg, you know..like, this fucking heat steals my craziness? I don't even know what..I mean, cause the shit I write in my journal, right, that's like 0.5% of the embarrassingness I think up, I'm just too lazy to type it up..but I'm so ridiculously blank right now. it's fucking depressing. I wanted to draw your b-day picture here but I've no kickass thoughts. -heartbreak-
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Date: 2010-10-10 10:40 pm (UTC)No, but seriously it is a nice surprise, I've missed your comments <33
TELL ME ABOUT THE TRIP SO FAR. Or point me to the journal entry if you've made one, idk, I haven't checked my flist yet.
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Date: 2010-10-10 11:00 pm (UTC)HW R U?
edit: fucking shit.
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Date: 2010-10-11 01:38 am (UTC)Oh, I'm so funny.
But is it dry heat or humidity? This is important to know.
I AM AN EMOTIVE LITTLE BITCH TBH. I've been in one of those everybody-hates-me moods where I just want to fling myself off my chair dramatically.