More Coldwater creek stuff. Love these: [link]
Simon: I'm trying to put this as delicately as I can... How do I know you won't kill me in my sleep? Mal: You don't know me, son. So let me explain this to you once: If I ever kill you, you'll be awake, you'll be facing me, and you'll be armed.
'Serenity'
Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 6:50:59 pm PDT #131 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Almare - Oct 23, 2005 6:52:18 pm PDT #132 of 10003
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
....Gwen apologized for trying to cook the rabbits. She brought me dinner, cooked with pork. of course when I tried to explain that I don't eat pork, she laughed and said, "Don't be silly. Only Jews do weird things like that. Unless you're allergic." I just went with the allergy thing and am now short sheeting her (and Marc's) bed. It's petty, it's vindictive, and I've bought an awful gaudy menorah with their credit card on EBay. Marc still thinks the racism is a cute joke. One day I will send him to nice people who will teach him not to be an idiot. In the meanwhile, I will try actively not to kill his girlfriend.
It's really hard.
§ ita § - Oct 23, 2005 6:53:34 pm PDT #133 of 10003
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
SailAweigh - Oct 23, 2005 7:01:46 pm PDT #134 of 10003
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hmm, now I'm trying to imagine Ozzie with a mouse plugged into him. I think you'd be doing a lot of touchpadding with an Ozzietop.
P.M. Marc - Oct 23, 2005 7:03:08 pm PDT #135 of 10003
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Ozzie needs hugs!
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 7:08:05 pm PDT #136 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Ozzie needs valium.
Gris - Oct 23, 2005 7:39:07 pm PDT #137 of 10003
Hey. New board.
Almare, I forget, were you the one telling the story of the real-life Mary Sue, this one and the same Gwen?
Because that comment wasn't very Mary Sueish. They would be open to all dietary ways. I'd think. If I were writing one, anyway.
I don't eat pork either, yet not Jewish or allergic. Suck on that, Gwennie.
ETA: On the other hand, I also love lamb.
Atropa - Oct 23, 2005 8:12:23 pm PDT #138 of 10003
The artist formerly associated with cupcakes.
JZ and I going to see Jill Tracy and Voltaire tonight. I'll make sure to take pictures of JZ in her cunning little hat and various costume gothery.
Okay, jealous. Very, very jealous.
Pix - Oct 23, 2005 9:34:33 pm PDT #139 of 10003
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Could someone please add another six hours to tonight so I can get a good night's rest? Ta, ever so.
Lee - Oct 23, 2005 9:53:55 pm PDT #140 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
You people all go to bed too early.