I hate my imagination
The boy’s lips curled, amusement in his dark eyes.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded.
“The funny thing is, Gwen, that I know something that you don’t.”
“Oh yes?” Gwenhyvere’s eyes flashed. “Such as what?”
“Such as who’s sleeping with your husband.” Mordred turned on his heel.
...
I do NOT need Arthurian legends invading my brain right now, GodDAMMIT.
Currently camping in my brain:
Mordred. Lucifer. Jesse. Subaru.
I managed to kick Hisoka out, thank God. And I forced Seishirou to talk for about two pages, and then he kicked up a fuss and ran off.
“What’s so funny?” she demanded.
“The funny thing is, Gwen, that I know something that you don’t.”
“Oh yes?” Gwenhyvere’s eyes flashed. “Such as what?”
“Such as who’s sleeping with your husband.” Mordred turned on his heel.
...
I do NOT need Arthurian legends invading my brain right now, GodDAMMIT.
Currently camping in my brain:
Mordred. Lucifer. Jesse. Subaru.
I managed to kick Hisoka out, thank God. And I forced Seishirou to talk for about two pages, and then he kicked up a fuss and ran off.

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BY THE WAY HAVE YOU SEEN THE HUT HUT HORNBLOWER/LANCELOT TRAILERS YET?!?!??!?!?!??!
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THERE ARE TRAILORS?!
WHERE?!
*takes a deep breath* Eugenie, where are these trailors? I want to see, seeing as Lancelot in the movie looks so much like my Mordred....
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Nooooo! Want to!
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>.< Oh God.
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i can't tell you why they're arguing, but i CAN tell you to obey them?
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...
*blinks*
Duuuude...
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Get on MSN, girl...
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