Warning: Tentacles

hahaha! Thanks for pointing me there! That should not be missed. :D

*iz twirled*

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ms-katonic.livejournal.com

Fear not, there is an option somewhere on LJ to turn off the rollover box. Which I did ages ago as it was driving me insane. Have a look in the options, I think it's still there.

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I will have to look that up! I have used the rollover box for stuff before, but on the laptop it's a bit more clumsy - or I AM a bit more clumsy. :D

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snegurochka_lee

Welcome back!!!!

Re ETA, ahahahaha. Also, I have noticed before that "View profile," which I do quite often thank you very much, is right next to "Ban user everywhere" and "Report a bot." :( Thanks, LJ.

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BAN USER EVERYWHERE!!! now there's a lovely accidental slip. :D

*twirls*

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It's alright. :D I actually never notice the rollover box. OMG - I really hope I didn't accidentally click on the defriend thing! It's just too easy! Stupid LJ.

I can't wait to read that Merlin/Arthur fic!! And I'm glad you had fun in the pool and at the zoo! :D

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IT IS TOO EASY!!! And not prompt for: Do you realise what you are doing? :(((

*clings* and *stares at Colin Morgan's gorgeous smile until I feel better*

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alisanne.livejournal.com

You can disable that rollover thingy. I did a while back. :)

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I am totally going to do that. Even though some of those things are convenient! but still... too easy to click the wrong thing!

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potteresque_ire

*Glomps you and have my naughty naughty ways with you*

*Gropes Squishy*

I never used Facebook but I had an account and had tried to remove it before...without success (because I only deactivated it). Tried again just now :). Even without the privacy issues, I never like the fact that it's there for curious bystanders to look at who I am and who I know and what I do etc etc. *iz antisocial*

Yeah, the way LJ has their menu .. it's so easy to press the wrong thing. I used to be so worried that I would flag a journal by mistake *gulps*.

That's a lot of fun activities for you! *iz jealous*. I still suck at riding the bike and I love to swim (although not the getting ready part... I don't like pool changing rooms) and I love going to the Aquarium, if not the zoo (where I haven't gone enough to remember how it's really like). The sting rays and penguins there are made of awesome! *pats them* :) (Oh, and what I find amusing? There's a seafood restaurant right across the street from the Aquarium... OUCH.)

I have been lurking and reading short fics here and there, H/D and beyond. HP keeps me sane. Honestly. :) Oh oh oh, and I broke my RPS (of RP who I know, so Colin/Bradley, which I have read a few, don't count...) reading cherry! :)

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PENGUINS! STINGRAYS! 8D

You don't need a pool changing room, Pie - just wear all your swimsuit things under your shirt and do a sexy striptease right before you hit the water! *giggles and ducks thrown pies*

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potteresque_ire

do a sexy striptease

*Tries to keep my lunch down*

No pie throwing beside the swimming poo! *grabs Huey and throws her into the pool with one Sexy!Pie*

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*flails around and gropes Sexy!Pie* xD

It's been so long since I last flailed in a pool. I remember trying to play Quidditch with my friends (pebble thrown into water = snitch, inflatable ball = quaffle, two hula hoops = goal posts) xD Unfortunately, I'm pretty much blind without my slash goggles.

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potteresque_ire

That sounds fun, Huey. I think I can see the Quaffle but the snitch, no way :). As to throwing at goal post...given my track record in sports involving balls *blocks drain so your brain won't go down there*, chances are I'll break something a few pool lengths away from the pool itself. My strength usually comes in the most inappropriate moment! :D

I used to love to dive into 12 ft deep pool (that's the swimming pool I used to go in my school).... and clean up all the fallen leaves and rocks that had accumulated there. It's a test of how long I can hold my breath...

Hee hee. I wonder whether Speedo makes slash goggles. I may swim faster than Michael Phelps if I have them and see.... *grins*. And those rubber caps they make ... aren't they lubricated for easier wear?

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I guess you can throw a goldfish into the pool for the snitch, but that would be cruel. xD

*brain is too strong and burned a hole through drain blockage* LMAO.

That's cool! I always try to swim underwater from one end to the other - but I could never finish it. Hee.

I bet they are lubricated... maybe even the swimming trunks are lubricated. *dies*

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OMG I feel your pain! I'm constantly getting finger cramps because I'm afraid they'll slip on the touchpad & I'll ban or unfriend someone:(

BTW WELCOME BACK!!!

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faithwood.livejournal.com

Defriend me: marguerite_26. but you know... friend me back, kay?

You request, I obey. :D

Also, that's a lot of stuff you did. I did, let's see . . . nothing. *headdesk*

Edited Date: 2010-05-31 06:08 pm (UTC)

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enchanted-jae.livejournal.com

I don't like that "Remove friend" is right there between "send message" and "send gift". WTF? It should be all the way at the bottom!

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I'm glad you're back so I'm spamming you with recs. What? Is logical.

The Prince's Mare: Horse Ex Machina (http://rotrude.livejournal.com/15021.html) by

rotrude

“No, I can’t have a talking horse in Uther’s court and I’m not in love with Arthur. You can cut down on the gossip,” Merlin snaps. Before falling asleep against her, the cold and drowsiness taking over, he murmurs, “I love him as a friend.”

The last thing he hears is a half-neighed, “So deluded.”

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From

reel_merlin (I read Merlin crack. I can't help it. It looks like 60% of Merlin out there is cracky…):
Laws of Attraction (http://christycorr.livejournal.com/127970.html) by

christycorr

Merlin Emrys had strong convictions on the subjects of love and marriage—namely, that they should be avoided at all costs.

Dynamite With A Laser Beam (http://sequinedfairy.livejournal.com/21226.html) by

sequinedfairy

Merlin was, at the moment, contorted into a small, windowless box with a limited amount of air, so they better be fucking invincible, or Merlin was screwed. Arthur had insisted Merlin do that because he was the only one skinny and flexible enough, which was, annoyingly enough, true. Even Morgana had backed Arthur up, which was when Merlin knew there was no getting out of there. Gwen had started to ask how Morgana knew Merlin was so flexible, but Arthur had cut her off with an urgent, "We do not talk about that. She does not. It never happened. We never talk about that. There were no twizzlers involved."

Two Birds, One Stone (http://justicemischief.livejournal.com/6175.html) by

justicemischief

"They are insurrectionists, traitors to the crown. Arthur of Sherwood has gone too far this time. An example must be made of him."

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This is actually awesome. NO KIDDING.

The Prince's New Clothes (http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/404305.html) by

oxoniensis

Arthur lifts his head and his eyes goes wide with realisation. "You knew I was naked. All the time."

Merlin tries to look like the sort of servant who would never say a word out of turn. He keeps silent to keep up the illusion.

"And you didn't say a word," Arthur continues. Then his shoulders slump. "Of course you didn't. No one did. No one dared." His words trail off.

There's an awkward silence for a bit, and Merlin hopes it's signalling a mutual decision to say no more about the whole affair, and most particularly not to bring up any issue of Merlin maybe possibly having good reason to be worried about being outed as a magician.

"Though—" Arthur sits up in bed and looks thoughtful, then almost pleased with himself. He jumps out of bed. He's still naked. Arthur looks down at himself, and his look goes from almost pleased to definitely smug. "At least I've nothing to be ashamed of," he says, his mood suddenly sunny.

"Yes, you're a fine figure of a man," Merlin tells him dryly. "Now, how about you put some clothes on."

"You were staring at my arse last night," Arthur says reflectively.

"No, I wasn't," Merlin denies immediately. "How could you know, anyway? You don't have eyes in the back of your head."

Arthur smirks. "Aha, you're admitting it."

"No, I'm not!"

"So you were lying when you said I'm a fine figure of a man?" Arthur asks sneakily.

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even medieval times had a top shelf (http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/384003.html) by

oxoniensis

"You and Will, surely—"

Merlin boggles. "Me and Will? Seriously, you think—?"

"I'm guessing that's a no then." Arthur shouldn't have said anything—everything was going so well when they weren't talking.

"No." Merlin shakes his head vehemently, as though just saying no was nowhere near enough. "Definitely not," he adds eventually, grinning. Then his grin gets wider. "You don't have a clue what to do next, do you?"

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The Prince and the Captured Moon (http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/399305.html) by

oxoniensis

It is the moon, he is certain.

He strips off his armour and clothing, and wades out into the water, with only his dagger for protection. He takes deep breaths, then one final one, and dives underwater. When he reaches the figure, he lifts away the hood.

The moon's smile is as radiant as the light he shines, and Arthur blinks in the glow. "I knew you would come," the moon says, and Arthur does not know how he hears the words through the water, but he does.

He cuts away the vicious cords binding the moon, freeing his hands first, and then cutting him loose from the rock he's bound to. Arthur's feeling faint from lack of air, but still he keeps working, the thought of leaving the moon down here even minutes longer more than he can bear. And then, when he knows he is about to lose consciousness, he cuts the final tie. With one last effort, he kicks out, sending them rising to the surface.

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Four Times Merlin Cock-Blocked Arthur, and One Time He Didn't (http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/385122.html) by

oxoniensis

They bag two wild boar, an alphyn, a twelve point stag, eleven hares and numerous rabbits. The rabbits are for dinner—thankfully, no one wants to risk Merlin cooking it, so his only task is to gut them. Sir Hervis does the cooking. It's surprisingly good. When Merlin tells him so, he offers the recipe, then stutters and stammers and pretends he was offering to teach Merlin to set traps. [...]
The good thing is that there are no dangerous creatures and Arthur's clearly unharmed, as is the knight with him. Sir Meliot, Merlin thinks, though it's hard to see in the dim light.

The bad is that he's pretty sure Arthur doesn't want to be rescued. The look on Arthur's face is definitely not the look of a man who's pleased to have been found. It's the look of a prince who's very pissed off indeed. Which is understandable, really, considering that his britches are around his ankles, as are Sir Meliot's. And—oh. Merlin lifts his eyes up quickly.

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a tree and a bee and a flea, fiddle-dee-dee (http://oxoniensis.livejournal.com/398558.html) by

oxoniensis

"No, Merlin, I am not going to be the princess."

"But you always say that I've got no sense of court manners," Merlin points out, "and there's no way I could pull it off. You, however, would make an excellent princess." Merlin copies the smug grin that Arthur's always using on him — it feels good using it on Arthur for a change.

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