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Hey, look! I don't want to finish this essay!

three kisses.
❤ give me one of my characters and one of yours. [or several of either and I will mix & match]
❤ i will write three short snippets.
❤ each snippet will feature a kiss.

pick 12 characters and answer the sex/romantical questions meme. RP characters this time through, from a potpourri of games. (I suppose if you needed any inspiration for the above...) Robbed off [ profile] skaryma, both of them.

1. Gaheris
2. Ivy Statton
3. Mickle
4. Magdalen Kohlrabi
5. Sagramore
6. Lynette (space!Lynette, not Arthurian!Lynette)
7. Zara
8. Alex Moore
9. Phoena
10. Jim Brown
11. Agravain
12. Linden Kohlrabi

a)Do you think Four is hot? How hot? No. Magda is definitely not hot. She is the antithesis. Hahaha.

b)What would happen if Twelve got Eight pregnant? Never mind that that would be difficult, I would laugh very, very hard. Anyway, Alex is good at being a single parent, so he'd cope--he'd probably be most worried about Annika being okay with a sibling. Linden would feel hugely guilty about bringing another misbegotten child into the world, so he would hide somewhere, make child support payments if asked, and generally try never to appear in the kid's life ever.

c)Would Two and Six make a good couple? ...Yes, actually. Ivy is good at reading people, and she would calm Lynette down. Lynn would be cool with someone who can take both charge and responsibility. So that would work out quite well, really. I'm kind of delighted.

d)Five/Nine or Five/Ten? Why? Since Phoena is his adopted daughter, I'm gonna say Jim. The best part is, Jim is just a reincarnation of Sagramore, so the result will be hilarious, especially if either one figures it out.

e)What would happen if Seven walked in on Two and Twelve having sex? Well, Ivy would never have sex with someone as obviously fucked up as Linden, quite frankly, because she is smarter than that, and Linden gives off a definite aura of Not On if you are in the way to sense it. But if they were having sex for some ungodly reason, Zara would go EW and walk out again, because she is Not Innerested.

f)Suggest a title for a Seven/Twelve fic. A History of Violence. Because I would enjoy the reference and the fact that both of them have been involved in violent uprisings.

g)What kind of plot device would you use if you wanted Eleven to deflower One? OH MY GOD. Ahahaha. I would use Lots of Alcohol as a plot device, believe you me, because Gaheris/Agravain--oh my god. Gaheris would probably take it, especially if he were drunk, but with Agravain it would have to be some kind of power play and/or extreme misery, and--dammit, now I'm thinking about what would make it work. DON'T MAKE ME WRITE THIS IT'S NOT OKAY.

h)What might Ten scream at a moment of great passion? HURRAH FOR THE BONNY BLUE FLAG THAT BEARS A SINGLE STAR. ...uh, no, he mostly just goes "AW CHRIST" at such moments.

i)What might be a good pick-up line for Two to use on Ten? "Cocktails~!" Because this is Ivy.

j)What is Six's super-sekrit kink? Gawain. Uh, no, it's actually just other people who understand mechanics as well as she does and want to talk sexy about them. And she likes cuddling a whole lot.

k)Would Eleven shag Nine? Drunk or sober? Very, very drunk. Frankly, Agravain in my head is straight as a rod, but he's also capable of getting so drunk off his ass he can't tell the sex of the person he's sleeping with, so, you know, anything goes.

l)If Three and Seven get together, who's on top? Mickle would let Zara be on top, physically, but in all honesty she'd be the one controlling the situation. She's kind of like Connie that way.

m)"One and Nine are in a happy relationship until Nine suddenly runs off with Four. One, broken-hearted, has a hot one-night stand with Eleven and a brief unhappy affair with Twelve, then follows the wise advice of Five and finds true love with Three." What title would you give this fic? So, Gaheris and Phoena are dating, but then Phoena goes off with Magda, and Gaheris shacks up with Agravain and Linden--then Sagramore tells him to wise up, so he hooks up with Mickle. Wow. Okay. Everyone really is bisexual. Well, Mickle is probably better for Gaheris than Phoena, and I can see Phoena and Magda having a Really Fucking Weird relationship, and I think I've already discussed the problems inherent in Gaheris/Agravain, and dear God Gary why would you sleep with Linden?, but overall: I would probably pick some Significant Biblical Title because that's what I tend to do with fic that has Gaheris in.

n)How would you feel if Seven/Eight was canon? I would laugh and laugh and laugh. Also, Zara would hate Alex, he is way too chill.

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Gaheris and Christie. Because.

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yesss you make me so happy.

i. Gaheris lights another cigarette, and Christie coughs pointedly, dramatically--he flushes and puts it out on his sleeve. "Sorry."

For which he's rewarded with a sudden manic grin, and Christie grabs his hand. "Let's try and kill you again!"

"All right."

Christie blows a kiss to him excitedly, halfway out the door already. "Wait a moment, I've got just the thing!"

ii. He wakes to the taste of salt and something stronger, fishy almost, and realises that there's another body in his bed, and he's being kissed, thoroughly kissed, and at the moment when he starts to jerk upright and recoil he recognises the loose mane of hair and the salt taste for what it means; and lies back down again, let Christie do whatever mad things he wants, Gaheris will take what he can get.

iii. "Will you paint me again?"

"I am painting you."

"Will you do it again?"

"If you want." Gaheris glances at him, pausing midstroke with the brush.

"More than Kit."


"I want you to paint me more than Kit."

"All right," he says cautiously.

"I'll kiss you again," Christie says, with a certain undercurrent of slyness to his voice, as if he's testing out a newfound power. Gaheris knows he's being played on, but his stomach lurches anyway.

"That's all right--" he begins, but Christie leaps up from the bed where he's been posing and bounds across the room to him.

"Don't you believe me?"

"Of course I goddamn believe you, that's not--"

Christie grabs his wrists in a grip like a bite, making him cry out lowly and drop the brush. Then he kisses Gaheris, with all the fumbling inexperience of a youth, and despite his appearance it's enough to make Gaheris draw away.

"Stop it, stop it, I'm sorry. I'll paint you, don't worry, it's all right."

"All right!" And Christie drops him, as easily as if he were a bit of seaweed Christie was playing with, and pads back to the bed.

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Their relationship = so fucked up.

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm demented enough to enjoy that best.

I really should change my default icon.

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
...well, it's kind of appropriate.

dammit, we need to play them. ;____;

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Date: 2010-04-01 12:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
We doooooooo. /ponders plot

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Date: 2010-04-01 12:16 am (UTC)

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Date: 2010-03-31 11:55 pm (UTC)
cailisairgid: (Default)
From: [personal profile] cailisairgid

ignore that i am too lousy to sign in correctly

it r dele

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Date: 2010-04-01 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

i. Gaheris is in Stigmata the first time he properly meets her--not drinking, for once, only trying to get himself out of the house and find something new to sketch besides his nightmares, which haven't lessened any for leaving New York. And she's beautiful, in a destructive kind of way, like a hurricane at sea. It gets under his skin. He draws her all night, smudging his soft charcoals over the smooth lines of her hair, her quick fingers, her eyes full of the promise of promising nothing.

He doesn't realise what he's done until he's done it, when he looks down at his work finally consciously thinking again, and realises that in the last picture she's kissing him, as if they belonged together, as if he belonged with anyone, as if he has chances left, which he doesn't. He nearly tears it up, and then decides to put it on his wall, along with all of the other pictures of things that he doesn't have.

ii. In general he tries to keep his suicides quiet. He certainly doesn't mean for anyone to find him, and he especially doesn't mean for it to be her, she just happens to happen upon him, and he regrets the straight-razor in his throat more than he can say. Besides that he already knew it wouldn't work--it's more for habit these days than anything else, habit and perhaps he's punishing himself, or perhaps he's addicted, the way he can't seem to get along any more without those fucking cigarettes--her face turns white and hard and he regrets, he regrets so much.

He pulls it out, with a slick wet noise of blood, and she takes it from him. She's angry, but they don't talk about why. They don't talk about anything. He shows her his house, quiet and meant for one person, and after a while he realises she's taken down his picture of her and himself, and he tries to make excuses for it but she doesn't really care about excuses at this point, and she's still angry.

When she comes back a week later and he's not dead and not doing anything to be dead, she actually talks to him. Gaheris shows her his tokens from the old countries he used to live in. When he explains Katherine's love-knot, her eyes darken.

Before she leaves she kisses him.

It's the most bittersweet thing he's ever tasted.

iii. "Gaheris, you'd better be alive in there," she calls, half cheerful and half-serious, enough that he makes sure he calls back quickly.

"I'm in. Do thou wait a moment, I'm in, I'm almost done."

Five minutes later he opens the door for her and shows her the painting.

Enfys quirks her mouth. "My nose is too big."

"It is not."

"Yeah, it's all blobby, I look like a Jewish mama--"

He kisses her cheek, and she continues in his ear, holding him as tightly as she never has before, "--all ready for Passover! I think you need to work on your noses a bit--"

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Date: 2010-04-01 12:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Emory/Courfey, Alex/Sagramore/Jim, new and interesting combinations welcome.

i am not new and interesting, srry

Date: 2010-04-01 01:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i. Jim's breath catches in his throat when Alex lies on the bed beside him kissing his bare hip softly, and Emory strokes his hair at the same time. "Oh, God--"

"Good to see you again, honey," Emory says, and Jim decides not to say anything else.

ii. It's been twenty years by now--more than twenty, if Courfeyrac were to count them, but he doesn't feel the need. Their lives are peaceful for the most part, unless Mordred pays a visit or Sagramore starts to long for Morgause, or, worst of all, Annuska gets upset about something. He's used to Sagramore's troubles, and he's used to the occasional day of having to go and search him out from some place where he's gone to sulk, most often that between-place where Sagramore met Enfys.

This time, though, Sagramore ends up looking for him.

"There you are. I thought I'd lost you."

"No, of course not. I'm sorry."

"Where have you been? Are you all right?"

"Yes, of course. Don't be silly."

Sagramore sits down beside him stiffly. His beard is gone nearly grey. "You've been gone all day."

"It's nothing. I've just been thinking, is all."

"About what."


"Come now, don't be reticent. Christ knows I never am with you."

Courfeyrac's glance flickers to him. "You're a good deal older than I am, cher."

"You never minded before," with a slight smirk.

"It's nothing like that. I just realised I might not have you always."

"Well, you'll have Molly."


"I'm not going to die yet," Sagramore says, and kisses him firmly; and for the moment the sadness passes, and Courfeyrac kisses him back, with all his heart.

iii. "It's a shame we can't have a wedding," Alex says, looking up in the midst of sucking him off, and Emory manages to get ahold of himself enough to ask why.

"Well, then you'd get to wear a pretty dress. Couldn't be white, though."

"Shut up," Emory hisses, knotting his fingers in Alex's hair.

"Nice Southern boys shouldn't be impolite."

"Nice Turkish boys shouldn't be cockteases, but that's never stopped you, darlin'." Still, it gets a laugh out of him, and so does Alex's delighted grin in response. "Give me a kiss and get on with it."

And Alex does, and at length, and more than makes up for the interruption.


[srry there is so much sex that is kind of a sagramore(and all analogues) thing. >_>]

Re: i am not new and interesting, srry

Date: 2010-04-01 01:56 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]

mordred/gwytha OR gaheris/luned. :D?


Date: 2010-04-01 02:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i. Gwytha comes up to him as he's leaving the training grounds, soaked with sweat and grimy with the dust and cursing bitterly.

"Sweet, what is it?" she says, in an undertone so that anyone passing by won't know how boldly she's addressing him. Mordred groans.

"He came to me--"

"What did he want?"

"To tell me I'm doing well, and he's pleased."

"Is that so bad?"

"It's bad," he says angrily. "I don't want to talk about it."

Gwytha catches him by his filthy shoulder and kisses him full on the mouth; he stiffens at the touch, and she pulls him against her, never mind who's going to see.

ii. "I don't know how to talk to women, for Christ's sake."

Gwytha laughs. "I'm a woman."

"You're different."

"How? I'm one of Sagramore's ladies, thou'st never been pleased by any of them, and thou hast no trouble speaking to me."

"Thou'rt different," he insists, and kisses her cheek softly, like a brother.

iii. Every time he kisses Sagramore, it's as if the kiss goes to Gwytha's lips through him. Mordred tries to suppress the feeling--it'll betray him, he's certain, one way or another--but he might be in love with her, and he thinks he can taste her on Sagramore.


Date: 2010-04-01 02:38 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i. She opens him up like a shell, parting the two halves to wash out the silt inside. It makes Gaheris feel awakened out of the cold blankness that fills him so often, the sorrow that's always lingering with him, his farewell present from his mother.

When Luned kisses him, he feels some of it lifting, like fog from the sea.

ii. "Oh, saints and angels," she says, her breath catching as he stumbles through the door, bleeding profusely from his nose and lip, his eye blacked. "What have you done?"

Gaheris sighs unhappily. "I got Agravain to beat me."

"What possessed you?" Luned goes from fear to irritation in one swift moment. "Mother of God, my little fool."

"I don't know. I was just feeling stupid. I don't know. I baited him, I knew how to make him angry, and he jumped me and beat my face in."

"'Tis not so handsome now. I'll not kiss thee."

"O, don't go on and punish me more."

"So I will."

Gaheris sits down on the bed heavily. A moment later he feels her by him; she kisses his forehead, and then goes for the basin and towel, and cleans off the blood.

iii. He surprises her when he asks to help her with her work, and she doesn't like it when he does, but he insists, and she makes concessions. It gives him some peace to do something useful for her.

It's even better at night when they have clean sheets to fall into, and he knows that it's the product of their labour--when he kisses her face and her neck and her shoulders, knowing that they've worked together like a man and his wife, even if she'll never give him that.

Re: gaheris/luned

Date: 2010-04-01 02:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
O babbies. <3333

Luned loffs her insane knightlet.

Re: gaheris/luned

Date: 2010-04-01 02:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He loves her! He's just bad at this stuff.

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Date: 2010-04-01 04:32 am (UTC)
tinyammmy: (plotbunny)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
You are much better at responding quickly to this meme than I am, apparently, whoops.

Also, Lynn/Ivy is really weirdly perfect.

First meme!

Ken/Ivy know what, Cimorene/Percy because awkward adorableness is made of win.


Date: 2010-04-01 05:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Way to jinx me. XD

Isn't it?!

i.Sagramore kisses her, weaving on his feet--he knows well enough it doesn't mean anything, nor will it, but that's all right with him; what he values about her isn't any willingness to lie down with him. It's the way he can pretend to taste his home on her lips, and that she makes him feel settled in a way he never is. She eases the longing for the country that's only his in name.

Bearing all that in mind, it doesn't much matter that she doesn't kiss back, or that she steers him back towards his room with a firm hand.

ii. "Helen."

She glances up, irritated. "What now?"

"At least let me stay with you."

"To what end? To what end, for heaven's sake?"

"Well, if you want to drink someone's blood--"

"Stop it," she says sharply.

"I want to provide moral support."

"Go away."

He takes her hand and bows over it, kisses it. "Only for the moment. But I'll sit with you one of these nights."

iii. She knows he's prone to trouble, so it shouldn't be a surprise when he shows back up covered in grave dirt and dried blood, but still her heart catches in her chest. She utters a curse in Hungarian and runs to him.

"It's all right, it's all right," he says, laughing, but she kisses him anyway, hard on the mouth, too grateful to tell him any other way. She's not sure he'd understand any other way of telling.

[i do not feel like logging into the right journal, shush]

Re: helen/sagramore

Date: 2010-04-01 02:27 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (happy ending)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
They are like my favorite anti-OTP ever. Oh guys.

Re: helen/sagramore

Date: 2010-04-01 05:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I know right?


Date: 2010-04-01 05:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
i. The first time she kissed him, on the dance floor of that little nightclub on Washington Street, him drunk off cocktails and her nineteen and wearing that silly dress that was the height of fashion in the nineties, she didn't know at all why she felt so determined to keep him from leaving without her.

She doesn't find out until she marries him, and realises that, like the part of her that hears the trees complaining in winter and murmuring happily in spring, she knew that he was Right.

ii. "Baby, you didn't sleep again? It's been four nights."

"Three." He corrects her with a resigned expression.

"That's still bad. You need to get more rest. You're working so hard, it doesn't make sense for you not to be able to sleep."

"It's just insomnia and bad dreams."

"Maybe we should see a doctor."

"Because they do so much good," irritably.

Ivy sighs. "Baby--I just want you to feel better."

"I feel fine. It's just a few hours' lost sleep."

She wraps her arms around his neck and stands on her toes to kiss him. "Why don't you come to bed for now? At least you'll feel better."

Ken loosens his tie. "That's a plan."

iii. After the third gynecologist, the second obstetrician, and the myriad sex clinics, therapists, proctologists, urologists, and a Buddhist priest Ivy's mother suggests, they end up back home in the living room of their expensive Manhattan apartment, sitting on the couch in front of the picture windows the size of the walls. Ivy curls up on Ken's lap and sobs into his shoulder.

"It's not fair. It's not fair. I just want a baby. I just want my own baby."

He kisses her hair and strokes her back, making his best effort at soothing noises. "It might just be coincidence so far. They didn't find anything wrong."

"But we're trying. We've done everything they said."

"Maybe we'll get lucky yet. We don't need to give up."

But she's inconsolable for the rest of the week, and he's only just getting used to it when she picks herself up and throws herself back into work. If he had an answer--but he doesn't.

Re: Ken/Ivy

Date: 2010-04-01 02:27 pm (UTC)
tinyammmy: (adorable Dickensian love)
From: [personal profile] tinyammmy
From: [identity profile]
i. She doesn't, in all honestly, think he's really going to kiss her after the wedding. He's so when it comes to that, and a part of her insists she doesn't really mind--that's how he is.

A part of her, though, a part is just frustrated, angry at him for being unable to move on, and angry at that woman before her for making him so afraid.

So when Percy undresses on his side of their bed that night, then leans over and kisses her on the mouth, Cimorene is so surprised she wastes the opportunity, and forgets to kiss him back.

ii. He isn't drunk, just tipsy from fasting and then taking the communion, and it amuses Cimorene to watch him running about, all long limbs and energy, fussing over a thousand things and worrying about all the things that need to be done for Easter.

"You should sit down for a minute. You're going to run into something," she observes.

Percy bounds over to her. "No, I got ta get everything ready! I'm almost done!"

"What's left?"

"Just got ta make sure I got everything together for Heli ta come for communion, she's gonna make hot cross buns again, and I need to make sure there's food for everyone--Gawain's comin' like before--"

Cimorene collars him and kisses him, and Percy laughs shyly and kisses her back, unusually bold.

She likes it.

iii. His leg is still troubling him. He limps worse than ever now that he's older, and the cold weather doesn't help. He's been chasing down deer all day long with Pedr's help, to put away venison for winter, and when he gets back to the house he's so stiff he knows Cimorene will notice.

But for once she doesn't say anything.

That night, when they get into bed together, she reaches for him, and he holds her in his arms quietly, and kisses her cheek.

"It's all right."

"I know it is," she says.

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Date: 2010-04-01 05:26 pm (UTC)
raanve: (It Means I Love You)
From: [personal profile] raanve
Soujin, you tempt me with SHINIES.

Karen/Gaheris - because borked eras are fun!

Rhianna / Gary - because that would be, like, fail central

Or, you know. Anyone and anyone, because I'm greedy & I just want you to make shinies for me to read. <3 <3

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Date: 2010-04-01 06:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I want to say now that I'm not sure I can pull off Rhianna/Gary, because I don't feel 100% comfortable with Rhianna--but if you want someone else, please ask.

i. The hardest part is reconciling herself with the fact that she's not in the right time any more, that something is wrong down on the most basic level of when she should feel tired and what time the sun is coming up--her watch is all wrong. After that it's the fact that the place is different, and then that the awkward young man in front of her used to be her husband, and maybe still is, in some impossible-to-say way.

But the worst part is that he's already married to her, or to the woman who isn't quite her, and she's her own rival--no matter how much she wants to kiss him, to claim him as her own, he belongs to someone else.

ii. It's a bad decision, and they know it when they make it. That doesn't stop anything, it's just something they know, even when they're falling into her bed together, even when she realises that he isn't Gary anymore, that something's changed subtly but surely in the way he moves.

He kisses her without guilt, with familiarity. He isn't thinking of her as someone from his past any more--she's the present, she's his own, there's no one to betray her with because there's no one else.

Karen bites back the anger that swells up in her because of it, but her own kisses get fiercer, and she digs her nails into his back.

It doesn't disturb him at all.

iii. "I just don't understand how it happened, is all."

"Neither do I," she snaps.

Gaheris runs his hand through his hair tiredly, and flickers a look at her. "But you know me."

"That's what I said."

"I don't know you."

"Yeah, I kind of noticed."

"Is there aught you want from me?"

"No. Jesus."

His tired mouth turns up at one corner, in a smile like the twist of a curled seashell. He leans over and kisses her softly.

Karen knots her hands in her lap and doesn't respond.

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Date: 2010-04-01 06:27 pm (UTC)
raanve: (It Means I Love You)
From: [personal profile] raanve
Ah, well, that's all right. I don't hardly understand her myself, half the time. -_^

I love these, though. YAY! *happy dance* Poor kids, what an unfortunate set of circumstances. But I think you hit it right on the head. (And there's that awful sense of everything being all right between them, and yet still not quite getting it together the right way. It makes my heart itchy; good thing I like that sensation.)

Also, yeah, I predict future fail, at least for a while, for Karen/Gary, but I guess that's all right.

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Date: 2010-04-01 07:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I think there will be hardcore future fail for Karen and Gary, specifically because they are so analogous to their past selves. Gary has enough trouble distinguishing as it is.

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Date: 2010-04-01 07:59 pm (UTC)
raanve: Tony Millionaire's Drinky Crow (Default)
From: [personal profile] raanve
Yeah, that's kind of what I was thinking! She's had lots of thinky-thoughts about stuff, and I guess we'll see how stubborn she is soon enough.

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Date: 2010-04-04 07:46 pm (UTC)
raanve: Tony Millionaire's Drinky Crow (Default)
From: [personal profile] raanve
We'll see how this thread with Daniel goes. ;P

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Date: 2010-04-04 10:41 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yes! Keep me posted.

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Date: 2010-04-04 04:39 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I don't know if you read Slacktivist (if you don't, you should!) but this is a post I thought you would like.

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Date: 2010-04-04 07:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Mmmm. Actually, our priest's husband did the sermon to-day, and it was quite good--it was about how life is divided between Good Fridays and Easter Sundays, the really terrible things and the really beautiful things, and that our purpose as Christians should be to try to make more Easters.


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