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Arthur had been to this beach a hundred times before, but tonight, something was different. Maybe it was the warm weight of food in his stomach or the cool skin of Merlin's palm pressed against his, but there was something in the air that night.

"The stars are bright," he didn't fully realize he said that out loud until he felt Merlin giggling beside him.

"Fernandoooo," Merlin's voice floated through the air, flooding Arthur's ears and mind, drifting through every sense he had and really, he's never felt like this before.

"What?" the question was little more than a sigh. He vaguely felt someone--Gwen, it had to be--gently, slowly place a flower behind his ear. The perfume of the daisy weighed heavily on his nostrils, and for a moment couldn't hear Merlin over the smell. But the younger man's voice prevailed, Arthur finding himself nodding to a beat he didn't realize had been playing in his head.

"They were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando. Though--"
Arthur's voice cut through the song, "S'not my name."
Merlin blinked. "Huh?"
"S'not my name," Arthur shrugged. "I'm not Fernando, I have no idea who you're on about."
"Alright then," Merlin paused, contemplating, then began again, his voice wavering as he stifled a chuckle, "They were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Oh, Arthur."

The giggles behind them made Arthur turn, glancing at the group circled around the bonfire. "Oh, Arthurrr," Morgana sang, swaying into Gwen. "Though we never thought that we could lose, there's no regrets. Oh, come on, Land, where's that guitar of yours?"

Jurassic Park concepts.

Picture this:

You're on facebook, minding your own business, whatever whatever. Suddenly a friend messages you: "OMG They're coming out with a jurassic park remake!!!!11"

Um, no. No WAY! You don't believe her, so you google it. As soon as the results for "Jurassic Park remake" pop up, the very first link catches your eye. It's not an IMDB page, or even a Wikipedia page. It simply reads, "Jurassic Park: Coming Soon."

Holy crap, it's true. They're doing a remake! But when you click the link, it's not what you expect. Before you is a website for something that looks like it's for Jurassic Park--a real Jurassic Park. It's a website that explains dinosaurs have been cloned and are living peacefully in an island near Costa Rica, soon to be opened to the public for educational purposes. This site has everything; pictures of the cafeteria, science area, lobby, museum area, and not one hint that it's a promo ad for a movie. There's even a virtual tour guide, which you don't hesitate to click.

The video is awesome. It takes you through the island compounds, leading you though the museum and onto a virtual tour of the dinosaurs. You pass broncheosaruses, stegasauruses, triceratops, all peacefully munching on leaves as you pass. This is amazing, you can't help but think. This is the most well-thought-out promo for any movie i've--

--And then the video flickers. 

It happened for just an instant, but as the tour continues onto the  Dilophosaurus, you're sure you saw it. 

Yes! There is is again, definitely, the screen flickers, fizzes, fades out. For a second you panic; did your computer get a virus? No, it couldn't have. Suddenly a face that resembles Newman pops up on the screen, shaking a finger and repeating in a high-pitched, taunting voice, "You didn't say the magic word!" 

DUDE, THIS IS THE BEST THING EVER! You're about to close the window and reblog the link for everyone to see, but just as you approach the screen once again, you're startled by a large roar as the sharp, unnerving jaws of a t-rex fill up your screen, causing you to jump out of your seat. The dinosaur slashes the screen one, twice, four times before the image stills and your try to catch your breath.

The claw marks on the screen left tears in the shape of a J and P, the words "Coming Soon" slowly fade into view.
Dude. DUDE. This remake is going to be awesome.

Origins Part 3: First Double Date Disaster

It took a bit of coaxing from the girls to get them to go on a double date.
Elisa was all up for setting Sara up with Bradley, but when he announced his plans to set her up with Colin, she shut down and refused. 

"Darling," she explained slowly. "I get along amazingly with you. If I'm not interested in a relationship with a man I get on with amazingly, I'm probably lesbian."

"Normally, that would make sense, but, you need to meet Colin." Elisa wondered if Bradley couldn't do something more useful with that puppy-faced pout of his, like end world hunger instead of annoy the crap out of her. "At least to hang out," he continued when she didn't protest. "Make it less awkward, yanno."

Well. That was true. Sara was already terrified at the idea of going out with Bradley, so maybe if it was more of a fun-date thing, rather than a date-date thing...Well. Maybe.

"Alright," Elisa held out her hand, and they shook on it. "It's a date."


Elisa was absolutely determined to avoid cliche first-date places, because as she put it, "This isn't a first date. It's a fun-date!" Instead she suggested a picnic that she would furnish with homemade mexican food. But when Bradley began rattling off a list of things Colin couldn't eat, Elisa told everyone to bring their own shit and we'll see what fucking happens.

So that's how Elisa and Sara ended up at the park standing on a large blanket, basket on the floor, nervous to all hell. Sara couldn't speak, and Elisa couldn't stop.

"Are we too early? Is that bad to be too early, d'you think? I hope these tacos are okay...what a stupid idea, tacos, the tortillas will get cold and they'll taste like shit. I couldn't think of anything else I could make vegetarian, though, 'specially all last-minute and such--"

"Shit, here they come," Sara hissed, her voice barely over a whisper.

There they were, and their hearts stopped. Bradley waved, and Elisa waved back just as enthusiastically, giving Sara's elbow a bit of a squeeze before walking toward him. And, yes, just behind Bradley came Colin, Colin fucking Morgan, a large backpack thrown over a shoulder looking like a modern-day Merlin traveling into Camelot. 

"Bradley!" Elisa sang, grinning like an idiot to keep herself from screaming. And, really, she was glad to see him. Bradley. She knew Bradley. Bradley was nice, funny, a great guy. And he was just that: a guy. And Colin, too, is a guy, a normal guy, so, she just needs to breathe and calm the fuck down.

Except the exact opposite happens whenever Elisa gets nervous. Without thinking, she ran up and greeted Bradley with a hug, and oh shit, maybe she really shouldn't have done that because now she's turned to Colin, and, she really, really couldn't hug him without terrible things happening.

Instead, she waved and grinned extra large to make up for it. "Hello!" she chirped, and Bradley was very gracious in introducing them.

"Colin. Elisa. Hello, are you Sara?"

Elisa rolled her eyes and turned to Colin. "Hi, hello, how are you?" She really hoped that looked as casual as she meant it to. 

"Hello, fine," and he smiled, and she swore her heart stopped. "Hey, let's help you with that backpack, yeah?" she said, hoping her hands didn't shake as she helped him unpack.

Sara willed for the ground to swallow her up and leave her somewhere in the darkness, but nothing happened. Instead, she nodded and shook the hand Bradley held out. 

So that's how they ended up at a park on two large blankets with the strangest buffet ever: vegan fast food, sushi, pizza and tacos.

"Of course I brought kites," Elisa said defensively over a bit of sushi. "What's a day in the park without kites?"

"Isn't there a Mary Poppins song about kites?" Colin mused.

"Oh, god, NO!" Sara groaned but it was far, far too late. At the mention of Mary Poppins, Elisa burst into the chorus of Let's Go Fly a Kite and wouldn't shut up until Sara took away the mint Oreos she had been saving for dessert. Because goddamnit, those Oreos were precious.

.001 Beginnings

Title: .001 Beginnings
Summary: Merlin/Arthur modern AU. Merlin works at a coffee shop and catches the eye of a certain rich boy...
Rating: G
A/N: Oh hey using that chart thing. Working on linking it...or how to format this shit or whatever. First fic/drabble i've written in ages, and it's Merlin. Dear lord.

Of course Merlin knew that was Arthur Pendragon.Collapse )


Harry Potter

I think we need to organize this shit.

Who's coming with

What time are we going to the exhibit

What movie theatre are we going to see it in (well, I think River East is a given lol)

But really:

1) Are we buying the exhibit tickets before hand and
2) Who do I need to buy what?


A scavenger hunt, but with photos.

An orange construction cone
A red car
A dog on a leash
A construction worker
A bicycle
A motorcycle
A person with a hat on.
A jogger
Some sort of graffiti
The sun
The worst place to play tag.
The happiest person.
The loneliest place.
A stoplight that is green
Someone in a blue shirt
A red fire hydrant
The number 3452
A cow
A police car
A star
Pink flowers
Snow covered mountains
A prime number >100
An airplane in the sky
A live bird
The loneliest person.
The most out of place thing.
A car with its brakelights on
A stoplight that is red
A suburban mailbox
A crossing guard

Pwincess Bwide

When you see this, post in your own journal with your favorite quote from The Princess Bride. Preferably not "As you wish" or the Inigo Montoya speech.

Westley: Drop. Your. Sword.

So I found these nifty little tables

I'll let you know if I use them.

001.Beginnings. 002.Middles. 003.Ends. 004.Insides. 005.Outsides.
006.Hours. 007.Days. 008.Weeks. 009.Months. 010.Years.
011.Red. 012.Orange. 013.Yellow. 014.Green. 015.Blue.
016.Purple. 017.Brown. 018.Black. 019.White. 020.Colourless.
021.Friends. 022.Enemies. 023.Lovers. 024.Family. 025.Strangers.
026.Teammates. 027.Parents. 028.Children. 029.Birth. 030.Death.
031.Sunrise. 032.Sunset. 033.Too Much. 034.Not Enough. 035.Sixth Sense.
036.Smell. 037.Sound. 038.Touch. 039.Taste. 040.Sight.
041.Shapes. 042.Triangle. 043.Square. 044.Circle. 045.Moon.
046.Star. 047.Heart. 048.Diamond. 049.Club. 050.Spade.
051.Water. 052.Fire. 053.Earth. 054.Air. 055.Spirit.
056.Breakfast. 057.Lunch. 058.Dinner. 059.Food. 060.Drink.
061.Winter. 062.Spring. 063.Summer. 064.Fall. 065.Passing.
066.Rain. 067.Snow. 068.Lightening. 069.Thunder. 070.Storm.
071.Broken. 072.Fixed. 073.Light. 074.Dark. 075.Shade.
076.Who? 077.What? 078.Where? 079.When? 080.Why?
081.How? 082.If. 083.And. 084.He. 085.She.
086.Choices. 087.Life. 088.School. 089.Work. 090.Home.
091.Birthday. 092.Christmas. 093.Thanksgiving. 094.Independence. 095.New Year.
096.Writer‘s Choice. 097.Writer‘s Choice. 098.Writer‘s Choice. 099.Writer‘s Choice. 100.Writer‘s Choice.

001.Accomplished 002.Amused 003.Angry 004.Annoyed 005.Anxious
006.Apathetic 007.Aroused 008.Awake 009.Blank 010.Bored
011.Bouncy 012.Broken 013.Calm 014.Cheerful 015.Chipper
016.Cold 017.Confused 018.Content 019.Cranky 020.Crazy
021.Creative 022.Crushed 023.Curious 024.Cynical 025.Depressed
026.Determined 027.Devious 028.Disappointed 029.Ditzy 030.Drained
031.Ecstatic 032.Embarrassed 033.Enamored 034.Energetic 035.Enraged
036.Enthralled 037.Envious 038.Excited 039.Exhausted 040.Flirty
041.Frustrated 042.Giddy 043.Giggly 044.Gloomy 045.Good
046.Grateful 047.Grumpy 048.Guilty 049.Happy 050.Hopeful
051.Impressed 052.Indescribable 053.Indifferent 054.Intimidated 055.Jealous
056.Kinky 057.Lazy 058.Lethargic 059.Listless 060.Lonely
061.Loved 062.Melancholy 063.Mischievous 064.Moody 065.Morose
066.Naughty 067.Nervous 068.Nostalgic 069.Numb 070.Optimistic
071.Peaceful 072.Pensive 073.Pessimistic 074.Playful 075.Pleased
076.Predatory 077.Productive 078.Refreshed 079.Rejected 080.Relaxed
081.Relieved 082.Romantic 083.Restless 084.Sad 085.Satisfied
086.Sinful 087.Scared 088.Shocked 089.Sick 090.Silly
091.Stressed 092.Surprised 093.Sympathetic 094.Thankful 095.Thoughtful
096.Touched 097.Uncomfortable 098.Vulnerable 099.Weird 100.Worried

Here's the thing. It's summer. We are freakin' bored. Between our dumb summer jobs and stupid summer school, we are in some serious need of doing something in the late afternoon that doesn't have to do with couches or chores. Because really, if I hear my mother complain one more time about me not doing anything but watching Doctor Who all day, I'm going to go postal. Seriously.

So we're two kids (18 yr female, 15 male, cousins, with the occassional intrusion of male's 17 year old, slightly musical sister) who really, really want to be in a band. And by "be in a band" we mean, sitting in our garage and tinkering with the few musical instruments we have. And by "tinkering", I mean going through the first 30 seconds of Jesus of Suburbia (drums and guitar, because that's all we got) and that's about it. I barely know drums, but I can sing pretty good (and hey, I'm a fast learner. Give me a beat and I got it.), and William over here is pretty good at guitar. He's a fast learner too. Plus when his sister comes around, she's got the bass. But she has a short attention span.

We play pretty much anything, as long as it's easy and familiar to us. Be warned, we like Fall Out Boy and Metallia, so don't come to us with some elitist shit, we're open to all kinds of music, "mainstream" or not. What we want is other really lame, really bored kids with nothing else to do in the Chicago area. We spend most of our time in my house in downtown chicago or his in Berwin. We mostly like to hang at his because he has a garage with drums (like, little kid drums. They belong to his 10 year old brother. I sit in a blue chair 2 sizes smaller than my ass. I have one cymbal and the kickdrum doesn't work. But we make do, because we're B.O.R.E.D.)

It would be super-cool if there was someone who knew a little more than us that could teach us stuff without getting frustrated or bored. We're not asking for 40-something-yr old professionals (honestly, we can't stress enough that we're kids. There are a bunch of 40-somethings on CL and I'm hoping to catch the eye of at least one other teenager), and we're not looking to form a serious band and make music. But if you have a few instruments and you like tinkering with them, then hey! Let's tinker together. Why not? We have two more months left of this shit, let's do something with them.