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oceans are now battlefields
Holy hell, flist, it is a fucking miracle that I did not pass out in the middle of my parasitology exam, considering that I woke up this morning dying of the plague. My limbs are made of warm lead-goop, my sinuses are threatening to go Krakatoa on me, and apparently I am swearing a lot. Go figure. GREAT TIMING THERE, IMMUNE SYSTEM. FIRST DAY OF EXAMS. WELL DONE. But I think I passed, thanks to the wonders of modern pharmaceuticals and the fact that I become mildly possessed during exams and don't really notice anything except the words. Rats could have been gnawing at my ankles. I wouldn't have noticed! I only register things that interfere with the word-production, like the cramp in my wrist. That was a bitch.
But it is DONE and I am HOME NOW and my next exam isn't for six days. I am sitting in bed dosing myself with apple tisane* and That Big Gay Boat Movie because right now I need some soothing string music juxtaposed delightfully over epic naval battles.
I can't believe I deleted my Maturin icon! And I loved it so.
*Omg, this stuff is insane, my parents got it for me in Melbourne: it's pretty much glorified citric acid and sugar and apple flavouring in a funky box going for $15 which is laughably extortionate if one thinks about it, but it's also like heavenly music on my tongue and and sweet relief for my sinuses to the extent that I'd probably pay $20. Don't you hate it when that happens?
But it is DONE and I am HOME NOW and my next exam isn't for six days. I am sitting in bed dosing myself with apple tisane* and That Big Gay Boat Movie because right now I need some soothing string music juxtaposed delightfully over epic naval battles.
I can't believe I deleted my Maturin icon! And I loved it so.
*Omg, this stuff is insane, my parents got it for me in Melbourne: it's pretty much glorified citric acid and sugar and apple flavouring in a funky box going for $15 which is laughably extortionate if one thinks about it, but it's also like heavenly music on my tongue and and sweet relief for my sinuses to the extent that I'd probably pay $20. Don't you hate it when that happens?
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Also, this is very much your fault. Just so you know.
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ASPEN. Have you seen 3x04 yet? (Surely.)
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(And had this fic wholly in mind, 3/4ths written, and fully plotted out in advance of S3 starting. For the record. *headdesks repeatedly*)
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(S2, ep 1, IMToD? Symbol John draws? Azazel's. This show picks up tiny details from WAY BACK and hits you with them when least expected. )
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(Really? Wow.)
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(Really. There's more. The meta woven in here is INCREDIBLE. And it makes be squeak with glee and shriek with terror at what I am desperately afraid is coming.
You know what, I whitetext one thing I'm seeing batted around, at least:
Names are interesting, aren't they? Sam Winchester. Samuel Winchester. The boy king and heir apparent, etc.
Samuel, or Samael?
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BTW, please note the date on this thread.
Now excuse me while I bang my head on the desk, laughing helplessly.
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HAHAH. More meta, more! *grabby hands* Tell me things.
When are you around this weekend? I may have some free time tomorrow, which is...your Saturday night. Although I have no idea how you're playing Winchesters when it comes to keeping in the same timeframe as aired canon.
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Winchesters are currently fairly well behind aired canon, thankfully. Although right at this moment, they are currently out of the bar and progressing through the end of S1 and start of S2 in OOM before the next EP. *weak smile* So we'll need to look a little further out in terms of timing, I'm thinking.
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I'm sorry you're sick, but six days until the next exam is quite excellent.
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Six days... I hope you are fully recuperated by then. It sounds like you know how best to medicate it, though. :]