girlofprey: (R for raygun)
I did not go to my uni radio meeting, for the secret reason of staying in to watch Emmerdale.

I might not have done, but Max King has died, and his father, Tom King, has not told his brothers, Matthew and Carl (Carl!), who were away in another country, that he was dead, and they were coming back tonight. And I knew Carl would cry and look pretty. And Emmerdale does not get no repeats, not ever.

And o. m. g.

First of all, let me point out that Carl and Matthew were not in the country because they had gone overseas to shag. There was another lady who was away, assumedly at the same place, and she had to come home in a taxi, while Matthew and Carl came home together in Matthew's car, and were all happy and laughy and jokey about things, and Carl randomly put on a pair of sunglasses and it was wonderful. Then they stopped in the village for a few minutes, and EVERYBODY knew about Max being dead except for them, and people came up to each of them separately and offered condolences, and they were like 'wtF?!'. And they looked at each other, and it was the most beautiful Look in the world.

And then they drove madly back to their house, and ran inside, and they stood in the doorway together, with Carl slightly in front and Matthew slightly behind because yes, and they were all 'is it true?', and their father was just all '..I'm sorry..'. And then Carl FAINTED/SWOONED, and Matthew had to catch him/steady him/hold him up, and even when he had gotten over it slightly, he kept holding onto him. And Carl was wearing his pink shirt.

The Gay. Brotherly. Love. Rachael dead from it. I love my soap :D


In other news (as if anything is more important): I have discovered I am rubbish at commenting on a suddenly larger flist. Or at least when I have to do it at uni. But you're all wonderful!

And these may be the best icons ever. And then the person made more!

And my father called me last night and mentioned that his company was in trouble and he might be looking for a new job. Which is slightly worrisome. But I choose to not worry. Not for a while, anyway.
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