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So it's three-forty in the morning, I'm hiding in the hotel bathroom, and the upshot of all of this is that I won't have internet access (although it's been limited anyway, hello home) until at least Tuesday next. So I would like preemptively to wish everybody happy Christmas and other assorted appropriate wintry holidays; I adore all of you. <333
Also, that if you'd like you should request a drabble for Christmas, because I'll be home with nothing to do a lot AFTER Tuesday next and I need to do more writing. Primarily looking at Arthuriana here because I am horrible and not into that many other fandoms right now, at least not that I'm feeling. >_> BUT if you want one-hundred words of Arthurian or any-roleplay-game-I'm-in please just let me know!
Other news is that they decided there was a little piece of possible skin cancer in my side and removed it, and I got three whole stitches :D :D :D and they go off in ten days which is TOO LONG MY GOD THEY ITCH aghh I can't take it. OH and I don't have a thyroid disorder, it's just that normal iron levels are 60-113 and mine is 30.
ALSO and I will take a picture but I GOT THE MOST AWESOME SHEEP EVER for Christmas. I got him early for divers reasons and his name is Francis and he's almost as big as me HOW awesome is THAT? AWESOME and also that I got my grades back for this semester and I PASSED organic chemistry II with a C+ GO ME because that class seriously was EVIL ON WHEELS and you know I might be a little punchy, I think I'm going to bed now.
I hope they don't want me to drive to-morrow because I am going to be fuck-all use.
Edit: DELE DELE DELE I GOT ACCEPTED FOR THE NZ PROGRAMME BUT THEY WANT ME TO GO TO HAMILTON WHERE IS THAT EVEN?
Also, that if you'd like you should request a drabble for Christmas, because I'll be home with nothing to do a lot AFTER Tuesday next and I need to do more writing. Primarily looking at Arthuriana here because I am horrible and not into that many other fandoms right now, at least not that I'm feeling. >_> BUT if you want one-hundred words of Arthurian or any-roleplay-game-I'm-in please just let me know!
Other news is that they decided there was a little piece of possible skin cancer in my side and removed it, and I got three whole stitches :D :D :D and they go off in ten days which is TOO LONG MY GOD THEY ITCH aghh I can't take it. OH and I don't have a thyroid disorder, it's just that normal iron levels are 60-113 and mine is 30.
ALSO and I will take a picture but I GOT THE MOST AWESOME SHEEP EVER for Christmas. I got him early for divers reasons and his name is Francis and he's almost as big as me HOW awesome is THAT? AWESOME and also that I got my grades back for this semester and I PASSED organic chemistry II with a C+ GO ME because that class seriously was EVIL ON WHEELS and you know I might be a little punchy, I think I'm going to bed now.
I hope they don't want me to drive to-morrow because I am going to be fuck-all use.
Edit: DELE DELE DELE I GOT ACCEPTED FOR THE NZ PROGRAMME BUT THEY WANT ME TO GO TO HAMILTON WHERE IS THAT EVEN?
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Date: 2009-12-22 03:05 pm (UTC)(Sorry I've been absent a bit as well - holiday prep has eaten my life.)
You know I'd love anything Arthurian you wrote for me. I seriously.... I can' even decide. I always adore Sagramore. And Ragnelle. And Percy. And the Orkneys, augh, see, I've just talked myself back into having no idea, idek. XD Whatever you like.
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Date: 2009-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)(I completely understand.)
>:D Prepare to be ficced.
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Date: 2010-01-01 06:50 am (UTC)"Indeed I do." Ragnelle laughs, her green eyes shining like sunlight patterns on leaves. "I know thou art wicked beyond all reasoning, and I should not hear thee or I may end in thy bed whether I will it so or no."
"Is that what they're saying? Truly?" Sagramore brightens considerably. "I had no idea it was anything so exciting."
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Date: 2010-01-01 04:33 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-01 06:57 am (UTC)"Wish you could meet my sister. You'd like her. She's real smart, she knows all kinda things I don't. She taught me just about everything--my catechism, my manners, how ta fight. Everything but sewin'. Ma taught me sewing."
"One of the nuns in the convent taught me to sew," Galahad says, softly.
"How'd you learn your fightin'?"
"God sent a man to teach me. The nuns allowed him to come within the convent walls and teach me, because God had sent him."
Percy grins. "Bet they liked that."
"Everyone was fond of him," Galahad allows, looking up at Percy and smiling back, his mouth shy, as if he isn't used to smiling at jokes.
"Well, sure. God wouldn't'a sent someone everyone woulda hated. There you go."
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Date: 2010-01-01 04:35 pm (UTC)(Cimorene still isn't too sure about him, though.)
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Date: 2010-01-01 08:58 pm (UTC)(Yes, well.)
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Date: 2010-01-01 07:28 am (UTC)"Let him rot," Agravain growls. "I wish he'd had him killed. I'd have killed him. I could have done it myself. I'd have taken him out behind the stables and cut his face off, like he did to Mother, and he'd have deserved it. The sooner the better."
"He's our brother," Gawain says sharply.
"He's a mewling little coward who murdered his mother."
"God, don't talk of it." Gareth is white-faced, his cheeks still tear-stained. "I can't hear it. Perhaps he didn't know. He's mad, he's gone mad. He mustn't have known."
"That's why Arthur is only sending him into exile," Gawain says. "He's showing leniency. Gaheris isn't in his right mind."
"As if that excuses him."
"It's better than your excuse," Mordred says from the corner. Until now he's been silent, standing with his arms folded. "You're just a filthy son of a bitch with no honour to speak of."
"I should kill you too!" Agravain's colour is dark.
"For God's sake, all of you, be quiet. What's done is done, Arthur's made his judgement. He'll be sent away. If any of you want to see him off, he's to leave to-morrow. He and his wife are going to Wales."
"Fucking Wales isn't far enough," Agravain mutters, and Gareth is on the verge of tears again, but Mordred says,--
"I will. When is it to be?"
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Date: 2010-01-01 04:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-01-01 08:56 pm (UTC)