Conversations with a madwoman

wheres_walnut has given me a choice selection of favoured Merlin fic morslets


Me. Right now. And I stole it from gyzym


.........yeah see you sometime around June.


I of course, retaliated with rampant shrieking and insisting that she bury her sadly deprived head in How Merlin Learned to Stop Worrying and Love Arthur His Destiny Aka "Everyone is flamingly gay and Merlin's a cockslut and oh god this is so much win I can't even *headasplody" and To you I pledge


In other news *points* I have been making batshit animated icons for various fandoms in a bored fancy. God help us all. Anyone wanna place any orders?

If they ever make a film of Terry Pratchett's Mort, I want to play the character of Mort. He’s death’s apprentice.

-- Colin Morgan


Colin "Merlin" Morgan as Mort? As Mort?

Pardon me whilst I flaily wildly and scream "OH MY GOD THIS IS THE MOST FANTASTICAL PERFECT FUCKING IDEA EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE UNIVERSE"

In other news, I have been mainlining Merlin like it's fucking tasty tasty coke flavoured crack mountained on the sweet, sweet clevage of a buxom wench. Which it is, kinda.

Now excuse me, I have to watch Anthony Head snog a troll.

I have spent most of today researching far too many fucking lolcats.

For SCIENCE!

and kmemes.

...bastard things.

Work was a cunt today. I was over it barely an hour in thanks to bullshit levels of, well, bullshit. Dig in comments history on the last post and you shall find why. Grr. Insanity is fine now and then, but it does not need to be the ground state, people! Employees are also fleeing like lemmings, which is not helping things in the slightest. Grr.

In other news, I heart my ebook. I HEART IT LIKE A HEARTILY HEARTED THING OF HEARTNESS. SO! MUCH! LOVE! And complete and utter rofflecakes, I have the esteemed works of Orwell, King, H. Rider Haggard and Sir Pratchett wedged neatly alongside random fanfics. Which made me sing loudly and off-key at poor gothie on Trillian. Repeatedly. INA BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAR OR MY CAAAAAAAAAAAAR. Oh yes. Vetinari and Vimes are getting it on while Orwell pontificates about Big Brother watching. I love it.

Heat continues. It is going to be a highly uncomfortable night, I fear.



....Yes, this post is cracked. I blame the fucking lolcats.