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I don't know what the flip is wrong with me lately, but I've been crying at pretty much the slightest emotion all week. But the happy ones only. I've been in an emo mood for the last couple of days, but the moment anything happy occurs, I'm all SOB SOB GREATEST THING EVER.
I was re-reading In Want Of A Wife by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
syllic earlier and it hit me all of a sudden how utterly, utterly meant for each other Merlin and Arthur are. Not just in that story, but in everything; in fic, in the show, in my head. Regardless of circumstance or merit, they're intertwined in such a way that makes it impossible for one to live without the other. That makes true happiness unattainable in anyone else's arms but each other's.
And it's not that this thought has never occured to me before, but the weight of it sort of pulled me under until I was wrecked with the gravity of it all, the enormity of such love.
And then I just felt really stupid because they're fictional characters, but whoever said hormones were supposed to make you rational?
So anyway, that set me off all afternoon, like a[n] [in-dire-need-of-a-mood-stabiliser] boss. Couple that with unnecessary repeats of my dead!Arthur fanmix and this fanvid of Bradley and Colin thatrebbeile found, and today has just been flipping marvelous.
In other failings, somewhere in between being a perve and rejoicing that other people are just as pervy as I am, I forgot to thanklemniciate for coming up with a couple of the questions in the HARDEST POLL EVERRR (if you haven't voted, what, what, WHAT is wrong with you, you righteous bastards), after incessant nagging from me earlier that morning. SO THANK YOU, YOU MORALLY DUBIOUS WENCH.
I was re-reading In Want Of A Wife by
syllic earlier and it hit me all of a sudden how utterly, utterly meant for each other Merlin and Arthur are. Not just in that story, but in everything; in fic, in the show, in my head. Regardless of circumstance or merit, they're intertwined in such a way that makes it impossible for one to live without the other. That makes true happiness unattainable in anyone else's arms but each other's.And it's not that this thought has never occured to me before, but the weight of it sort of pulled me under until I was wrecked with the gravity of it all, the enormity of such love.
And then I just felt really stupid because they're fictional characters, but whoever said hormones were supposed to make you rational?
So anyway, that set me off all afternoon, like a[n] [in-dire-need-of-a-mood-stabiliser] boss. Couple that with unnecessary repeats of my dead!Arthur fanmix and this fanvid of Bradley and Colin that
rebbeile found, and today has just been flipping marvelous. In other failings, somewhere in between being a perve and rejoicing that other people are just as pervy as I am, I forgot to thank
lemniciate for coming up with a couple of the questions in the HARDEST POLL EVERRR (if you haven't voted, what, what, WHAT is wrong with you, you righteous bastards), after incessant nagging from me earlier that morning. SO THANK YOU, YOU MORALLY DUBIOUS WENCH.
In which I has several excites
Feb. 2nd, 2011 03:34 amSo. Is there anyone on my flist NOT doing the Big Bang?
/dregs-of-society brofist?
But I am really excited for those people attempting it. Write hard, you sexy things, write haaaard. How are you all feeling? Confident or are you dreading it yet?
If the word limit had been 20k and I had been feeling particularly insane, I might have given it a whirl, but for 30k, I know there's no point, it just wouldn't happen. STILL, I am doing my bit, cheerleading for the Divine Miss Jenn,lemniciate, which has all been rather exciting - it's like having a backstage pass for your favourite band.
3.30am, I should probably head to bed. MAYBE. But it's so hotttt. Oh, that's right. Four t's. It's that bad.
/dregs-of-society brofist?
But I am really excited for those people attempting it. Write hard, you sexy things, write haaaard. How are you all feeling? Confident or are you dreading it yet?
If the word limit had been 20k and I had been feeling particularly insane, I might have given it a whirl, but for 30k, I know there's no point, it just wouldn't happen. STILL, I am doing my bit, cheerleading for the Divine Miss Jenn,
lemniciate, which has all been rather exciting - it's like having a backstage pass for your favourite band.3.30am, I should probably head to bed. MAYBE. But it's so hotttt. Oh, that's right. Four t's. It's that bad.
