psalm_onethirtyone: (Lovey & Me)
[personal profile] psalm_onethirtyone
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?

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-22 03:05 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (unexpected joy)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
Yay New Zeland! Boo skin cancer, but yay no thyroid disorder! And yay ochem II and boo not seeing you about online for a little. Thus my manic reactions to this post. Haha.

(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.

(no subject)

Date: 2009-12-29 04:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Ilu, Amy. Ilu more than a million shiny stars.

(I completely understand.)

>:D Prepare to be ficced.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
"You know me, my lady."

"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."

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 04:33 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (academics punching the air)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
Eeee, oh guys.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Sagramore: Yay! I do have a reputation!

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 06:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Percy sits in the castle garden with his legs stretched out in front of him, the summer sun beating down on his red head, and Galahad lying beside him like a loyal dog.

"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."

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 04:35 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (relationships are complicated)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
L.O.L. Percy/Galahad ftw, always.

(Cimorene still isn't too sure about him, though.)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 08:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
Percy/Galahad is so easy. Also, Galahad is always delighted when Percy makes jokes and he gets them. He does not get Adult Humour, which is what a lot of the other knights go in for.

(Yes, well.)

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 07:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rainbowjehan.livejournal.com
"Arthur's going to send him away." Gawain's face is pale, his ordinary warmth replaced with a cold purposefulness. "There isn't anything I can do."

"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?"

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 04:38 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (askew)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
Poor, poor Orkney brothers. You guys are so.... augh. Thank you, Soujin.

(no subject)

Date: 2010-01-01 08:56 pm (UTC)

Profile

psalm_onethirtyone: (Default)
Soujin

January 2012

S M T W T F S
12345 67
89101112 1314
15161718192021
22232425262728
293031    

Most Popular Tags

Page Summary

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags