Send it on, then.
Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.
Mal ,'Bushwhacked'
Buffista Fic 2: They Said It Couldn't Be Done.
[NAFDA] Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Lee - Apr 19, 2007 9:34:46 am PDT #436 of 1105
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ailleann - Apr 19, 2007 9:59:43 am PDT #437 of 1105
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Insent to Lee (and Plei, if she wants it...).
DebetEsse - Apr 19, 2007 10:36:25 am PDT #438 of 1105
Woe to the fucking wicked.
Aille, if you need another beta, I can take a look.
Beverly - Apr 19, 2007 10:41:39 am PDT #439 of 1105
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Me too! Profile's good.
(Well, actually, there's a chin or two more than is seemly, and something a bit Hitchcock-esque, full-figure. But my profile email address, however, is fine.)
Ailleann - Apr 19, 2007 10:43:53 am PDT #440 of 1105
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
Oh, how I crave validation. Insent to both of you, you lovely people.
eta: Beverly is fuh-nee, and I'm sure your profile is lovely.
Cass - Apr 24, 2007 1:05:40 pm PDT #441 of 1105
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
SailAweigh - Apr 24, 2007 3:03:26 pm PDT #442 of 1105
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
OMG, that is fucking hilarious!
Ailleann - Apr 26, 2007 8:29:27 am PDT #443 of 1105
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
I took this away, cause I think this is the wrong place?
Ailleann - Apr 26, 2007 8:29:34 am PDT #444 of 1105
vanguard of the socialist Hollywood liberal homosexualist agenda
erikaj - Apr 28, 2007 4:45:16 pm PDT #445 of 1105
Always Anti-fascist!
Office/ Homicide
(funny AU)
MUNCH: I do not believe we are driving out to Scranton because some guy in a warehouse died.
KAY: Well, think of it as doing Brodie a favor then, huh?
MUNCH: I think the career he got with the emmy is quite favor enough, you know.
KAY: Maybe...I didn’t have anything better to do.
MUNCH: Really? Your asceticism wounds me, Sargeant Howard.
KAY: I hope you’re not gonna chew on that dictionary the whole way.(Changing the subject): What do you think Brodie takes pictures of in a paper factory, huh?
MUNCH: It’s not a factory..that schmendrick Scott told me that much. At some length, I might add. They just sell it there, or order it or something. I have to tell you, I kinda tuned out. Have you met with Scranton Homicide yet?
KAY(snorts): Absolutely amateur hour.
MUNCH: Are you sure you want to say that with the camera on?
KAY: Yeah...it’d be sad if I didn’t get work in the middle of nowhere again.
So this vic, Roy, worked in the warehouse. He has a fiancee that he planned to marry for three years.
MUNCH: That doesn’t mean anything.
KAY: Look who I’m telling, huh? Why are you assholes all alike?
MUNCH: I don’t expect to be found dead in the middle of a warehouse for years yet, Kay.
KAY: Glad to hear it, Munchkin.
MUNCH: Dunder- Mifflin. Sounds like a sexual disorder.
KAY: You think everything sounds like a sexual disorder
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MUNCH: You knew when you met me that I was romantic. Speaking of, maybe Roy was getting it on the side.
KAY: Maybe she was, whoever she is. It can be awfully hard to get in the mood if you don’t feel appreciated.
MUNCH: Is that a hint?
KAY: Now, that’s something I don’t wanna talk about with the damn camera on. Sometimes I wish I still scared the crap out of Brodie.