FARMHANDS CONGREGATION, I apologise, once more for the delay but the Reverend has passed out yesterday, embarrassingly early, after a day of frolicking in the Canadian tundra and moose chariot-racing. My fellow Reverend and I are proud to say that we are still striving to make it a national sport over here but I'm afraid it might still be a close
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Oh Canadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
With your face sketched on it twice
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OH CANADA BLAME CANADAAA
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See, no.1 looks like something waiting for the Archbp Riventhorn to fill, don't you think? ;)
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I suppose I should really bestow extra blessings upon you for that...
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I know!!! Searching 'naughty nuns' on tumblr has brought up some interesting results!
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do you mean to say that there are people in this world you can talk freely and openly about pornish gay things without them thinking you weird? holy hell...
PORNISH GAY THING:
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Hahahaha.
What shall we do now we've finished porning planejane? Er PORN???
PORN IS ALWAYS THE ANSWER, THE ANSWER IS ALWAYS PORN!!!
Lol dude you sound awesome/are quite clearly a credit to the human race.
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And I agree with Meg, that shit needs to be immoratilized in a podfic. Like, pronto.
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For the first prompt…This, er, may be going in a much more angsty direction than the OP intended.
Esca doesn’t look at him.
Marcus had securely fastened the lodge door behind them and stood waiting, expectant. He had hoped-believed-that Esca would turn to him and explain whatever madness he’s playing at as soon as they snatched a moment to themselves.
But Esca just shrugs off his tunic and tosses it to the ground. He leaves it there for Marcus to pick up while he stretches out on the pile of furs. “You can go,” he says. “There shall be a hunt tomorrow, I expect, and I’ll need you early to sharpen my spears.”
The fury that burns through Marcus is as searing as the moment when he knew he would never rejoin the legions. He picks up the tunic, crushing the coarse wool in his fist. He will show Esca-no, he will show this Briton that he cannot be so easily cowed, that he is no man’s slaveHe takes a step towards Esca, who…closes ( ... )
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