Cass, do you have a copy of the by-laws handy? Do we kill Jim, or just torture him? I haven't had enough coffee to remember.
Hey, preaching to the choir. I thought our Lady of the Perpetual Sea Breeze was the real deal until the Divine Miss J walked right through that door and right into my ass—which is where my heart is…physiologically. I could show you an x-ray.
Lorne ,'Time Bomb'
Spoilers 3: First Mutant Enemy, Now the World
[NAFDA] Spoilers for any and all currently running TV shows. All hardcore spoilage, all the time. No white font.
Topic!Cindy - Mar 18, 2005 2:38:33 am PST #785 of 3486
What is even happening?
Lyra Jane - Mar 18, 2005 4:57:15 am PST #786 of 3486
Up with the sun
Ya know, I don't even care that much who dies, but being taunted about it is cruel and unusual.
§ ita § - Mar 18, 2005 4:57:53 am PST #787 of 3486
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
As a former virgin and tauntee, this is heartening.
Laura - Mar 18, 2005 5:37:58 am PST #788 of 3486
Our wings are not tired.
I say we torture until someone gets around to reading those by-laws.
Matt the Bruins fan - Mar 18, 2005 5:48:02 am PST #789 of 3486
Oh honey, the mentally unwell people have been in the fanbase since Game Changers was Stucky fanfiction on the internet. The calls have been coming from inside the house the whole time!
Cass, do you have a copy of the by-laws handy? Do we kill Jim, or just torture him? I haven't had enough coffee to remember.
Worse. We send Carrot Top a plane ticket to England.
Frankenbuddha - Mar 18, 2005 5:54:55 am PST #790 of 3486
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
Worse. We send Carrot Top a plane ticket to England.
Also, send Berkoff as the advance team since he's already there.
Jessica - Mar 18, 2005 6:46:42 am PST #791 of 3486
And then Ortus came and said "It's Ortin' time" and they all Orted off into the sunset
No, I can't. The person I heard from knows through work, so it's not public knowledge. I had to get specific clearance even to gloat.
Oh man, do I feel your pain. (And no, not being facetious. There are fewer things more stressful than being a spoiler ho with dirt she can't spill.)
(And FTR, I don't know who dies. Yet.)
§ ita § - Mar 18, 2005 6:50:57 am PST #792 of 3486
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
There are fewer things more stressful than being a spoiler ho with dirt she can't spill.
It occurs to me I've never been this. I've been a theoretical spoiler virgin with dirt, but since I wasn't part of any spoiler discussions, it was really easy to not say anything.
P.M. Marc - Mar 18, 2005 6:54:27 am PST #793 of 3486
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Oh man, do I feel your pain. (And no, not being facetious. There are fewer things more stressful than being a spoiler ho with dirt she can't spill.)
No shit. I remember when Angel was still on, and I'd get the casting sides early from a source, with the caveat that I couldn't talk about them in any detail until other sources had broken them.
Soooo frustrating.
Nutty - Mar 18, 2005 7:00:43 am PST #794 of 3486
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."
Wait, I think I know. Or anyway, I read some whitefont somewhere that indicated offhand who the dead person will be.
I suppose it could be way wrong, but for some reason I thought the cat was so far out of the bag it was unraveling the bag to knit booties with.