{ in which M is in great need of many, many things. }

[delga]

It's been days, and I still haven't talked about how amazing Edinburgh was. Um. This is not that update, either. This update is to lament my having to return to work tomorrow, and the recommencement of my horrendous commute on Wednesday. It's always difficult to go back after a day off; it's even worse after 10 days and knowing it will be ages before I have more time. Ugh.

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Okay, guys. I need. This thing. I NEED THIS THING. It is actually kind of two things? Whatever, I need one or other (OR BOTH). I need really, really good Camille Saroyan fic. Like. Dastardly good Camille Saroyan fic where she is taking care of her people and buying amazing clothes and kind of freaking out about being a not!mother whilst simultaneously keeping the good ship running and also not letting experiments burn down the lab or whatever.

Failing that, I need someone to write the mess of a good thing that would be Cam/Vincent Nigel-Murray. COME ON, GUYS. I NEED IT. Sigh.

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I need to stop reading Merlin fanfiction. Soon it will be a year of me being obsessed with this ridiculousness. A year! And the new series starts on September 11th, and I am not at all emotionally prepared for it. Like. At all! Because I sort of fell head-over-heels for it (more than initially) in the second half of last season, and, and, and OH GOD I NEED TO GET OVER IT BEFORE IT BREAKS MY HEART. Guys. Guys. I am going to be a wreck.

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Ahahaha, ficathon posting opens on Wednesday. I had this great idea! And then failed to write it. Of course. It is still a great idea; my prompt is still mad; I am probably not getting any sleep tomorrow night because I am just like that.

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(No, but really: Cam/Vincent. It would be horrendously fantastic. He would fumble a lot. She would wonder about what his hair feels like between her fingers. There would be HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE making out in her office before they separate, she smooths down her dress, and he is all, "yes, well, I could do that agai-- no, okay, I'm leaving now, yes, okay, bye--" and then Camille would sit down with her head in her hands and basically be really flustered and wonder what she is doing and then grab Angela and be all OKAY, WE ARE DOING DRINKS RIGHT NOW, NO, NOW, COME ON, and drag her away from whatever she is doing. COME ON.)

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[eleigh.livejournal.com]

September 11! Due to lack of . . . not not caring just distracted by other things, I haven't really read spoilers or fic or anything. I have no idea what's going to happen this season. But if Arthur and Gwen don't make out at least once the season will be a failure.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

Haha, I think fandom must be exhausting for people who have OTPs? Like. I don't have any preferences, so I don't have any expectations. But you have actual ways of judging the quality of a thing, and that's got to be at least a bit stressful!

I just want to see Gwen with a sword. So.

[eleigh.livejournal.com]

It is so exhausting. Heh. Most of the time I'm totally fine if my OTPs never happen but there was so much progress with Gwen/Arthur last season that I'll be disappointed if they reset.

Gwen with a sword. Yes.

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

Stop making cryptic comments in my direction re: Cam fic. I don't care if you weren't actually and this is just a highly developed sense of guilt on my part. STOP. STOP. S- ...*has a moment*.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT AGAINST USING YOUR GUILT. JUST SO YOU KNOW.

(Just...think about it. It would be-- Vincent would be AWFUL about not talking about it, and sort of squeak when something is brought up that could even slightly be construed as innuendo. Or just be really, really happy around Cam who would find it SO AWKWARD, and try to ignore him. This would one way or another lead to more inappropriate making out. Of course.)

[daygloparker.livejournal.com]

Stop! Stop! Stop!

(Um. And clearly it starts at a fancy work party that Paul the Doctor can't make, and Cam is feeling a little bitter that he never seems to be able to find the time for her things while she always bends over backwards to make his. So she has a little bit more than she should, finds picking Vincent's brain for inane facts sort of amusing - and also that the more he drinks, the more not-hyper he becomes.)

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GOD DAMMIT.

[delgaserasca.livejournal.com]

(Is he...charming? Oh god, he's actually charming. Or Cam is too drunk not to know either way. He doesn't stop that odd bouncing-on-the-balls-of-his-feet thing that he does, but he does manage to stem the flow of non-sequiturs until they're having what could pass for a conversation. When she turns to get a refill, she catches him following the line of her dress, and he blushes. She looks good, she knows she does - Camille Saroyan is nothing if not committed to sartorial therapy - and maybe the drink makes Vincent bold, or the sudden intimacy of the situation, but he takes a step forward to brush her shoulder affectionately, and she thinks-- oh. Oh. That's new.)

Look, I really AM trying not to think about this. You are being Most Unhelpful!

[hibernate.livejournal.com]

He would fumble a lot. She would wonder about what his hair feels like between her fingers. There would be HIGHLY INAPPROPRIATE making out in her office before they separate, she smooths down her dress, and he is all, "yes, well, I could do that agai-- no, okay, I'm leaving now, yes, okay, bye--" and then Camille would sit down with her head in her hands and basically be really flustered and wonder what she is doing and then grab Angela and be all OKAY, WE ARE DOING DRINKS RIGHT NOW, NO, NOW, COME ON, and drag her away from whatever she is doing.

BUT BUT BUT, YOU'VE ALREADY HAD SUCH WINSOME ~THOUGHTS~, WHY AREN'T YOU WRITING IT RIGHT NOW??!

I NEED THIS FIC IN MY LIFE.