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1) My iMac is in Canberra and is being couriered up to Sydney. SO CLOSE. SOOO CLOSE. Though when it arrives I need to get my hands on a USB-USB cable and then start the long, arduous process of transferring all my shit over.
2) I, um, have a teensy little academic crush on one of the neurologists at hospital. He made us a DVD of himself demonstrating the neurological examination on an intern, and he looks kind of awkward in it and makes lots of jokes and he has the nicest Welsh accent ever. AND HE'S A NEUROLOGIST. HELLO SPECIALTY OF MY HEART IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE SODDING FRACP REQUIREMENT.
3) The last 30 seconds of this song are like a really good orgasm. Turned into music. GOODNESS ME, DISNEY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING.
4) Still writing! Eyai AND the Merlin AU! I'm going to keep throwing snippets at you, it'll keep me motivated.
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If one more person tried to get shove a menu into Merlin's hands or herd him towards a table, he was going to punch them in the face. Which would probably be embarrassing for everyone concerned and most especially him, because Gaius probably possessed the ability to kill people with his little finger or something equally freakish, whereas Merlin wasn't even sure where your thumb was supposed to go when you made a fist.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" he said before he could think it through. The girl currently approaching them with a teatowel and a hopeful expression stopped dead in her tracks; the hopeful expression turned into one that showed her opinion of them stuggling between potential customers and potential murderers. Good. Merlin would have hated to punch her in the face.
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Tee is fifteen and debugging with those parts of his brain not currently occupied with the sliver of poured-cream skin that taunts him from where it lurks between the first (open) and second (closed) buttons of Prudence Moisley's shirt. The fashion is tilting ever backwards and her blouse has a high neck, but -- fuckin' bless the girl -- she's not quite able to relinquish the concept of exposure. Thus the buttons and the cream. Thus Tee's prismed attention, split into its components by the glassy shine of her hair.
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Of course the most expedient method would be for me to work on ONE of them until it's finished, but I find myself completely incapable of picking one over the other.
2) I, um, have a teensy little academic crush on one of the neurologists at hospital. He made us a DVD of himself demonstrating the neurological examination on an intern, and he looks kind of awkward in it and makes lots of jokes and he has the nicest Welsh accent ever. AND HE'S A NEUROLOGIST. HELLO SPECIALTY OF MY HEART IF IT WEREN'T FOR THE SODDING FRACP REQUIREMENT.
3) The last 30 seconds of this song are like a really good orgasm. Turned into music. GOODNESS ME, DISNEY, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING.
4) Still writing! Eyai AND the Merlin AU! I'm going to keep throwing snippets at you, it'll keep me motivated.
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If one more person tried to get shove a menu into Merlin's hands or herd him towards a table, he was going to punch them in the face. Which would probably be embarrassing for everyone concerned and most especially him, because Gaius probably possessed the ability to kill people with his little finger or something equally freakish, whereas Merlin wasn't even sure where your thumb was supposed to go when you made a fist.
"Have you ever killed anyone?" he said before he could think it through. The girl currently approaching them with a teatowel and a hopeful expression stopped dead in her tracks; the hopeful expression turned into one that showed her opinion of them stuggling between potential customers and potential murderers. Good. Merlin would have hated to punch her in the face.
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Tee is fifteen and debugging with those parts of his brain not currently occupied with the sliver of poured-cream skin that taunts him from where it lurks between the first (open) and second (closed) buttons of Prudence Moisley's shirt. The fashion is tilting ever backwards and her blouse has a high neck, but -- fuckin' bless the girl -- she's not quite able to relinquish the concept of exposure. Thus the buttons and the cream. Thus Tee's prismed attention, split into its components by the glassy shine of her hair.
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Of course the most expedient method would be for me to work on ONE of them until it's finished, but I find myself completely incapable of picking one over the other.

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You write awesome fanfic, by the by. =)
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Your info really intrigued me so I was poking around and saw your comment link. =)
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Good luck!
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I have a Merlin/Leverage idea, which is basically the Leverage team being a bunch of medieval conmen/Robin Hoods, and running a scam on Uther, with Arthur's very unwilling help. I just have no idea what the scam would be.
I'm also painfully stuck on a Good Omens/Doctor Who crossover because I'm trying to avert the apocalypse and I can't find a way to stop it that fits DW canon. So I thought I'd maybe just let it happen, but that doesn't seem to be working for me either. Which makes me sad, because I've got Crowley, Aziraphale, Ten and Donna all together, and they're such fun to write!
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And "Merlin wasn't even sure where your thumb was supposed to go when you made a fist." Hilarious and spot-on. I see the thumb on the inside; oh, yes, I do (not to mention Arthur's eyes rolling when Merlin tries to throw a punch).
And, yep, Disney's often dirty or my mind is irredeemably warped. Your choice.
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2) Last week during my neurological exam I heard all about a lady who came in and got all flustered about sticking out her tongue because it wasn't 'proper.' She refused to do it at first, and the doc was all "but... it is to check... different nerves...bwuh?" Eventually the lady gave in. I did not say to shoot me if I ever became that lady because it seemed rude, but I was thinking it. D:
3) ...*downloads*
4) Yay! I have never seen any Merlin. This was my reasoning behind waiting to read the last one you posted (as in, I haven't yet), but I am increasingly convinced that it doesn't really matter. Eyai is always fascinating, though.
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Writing Tee is...an education. I am feeling very glad I read Vernon God Little this summer.
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Not being helpful am I...damn.
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... she said in her totally uncreepy ways.
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(You're not creepy, you're cute! Creepily cute!)
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Of course, at the moment the deluge of med school is beginning. C'EST LA VIE.
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