the bleached blonde, effeminate vampire poet doing it.
Are you slandering Edna St. Vincent Millay?!?
[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.
the bleached blonde, effeminate vampire poet doing it.
Are you slandering Edna St. Vincent Millay?!?
Do not. Give Plei. Ideas.
Ple gets her own idea. Who knows where. Perhaps the assbabies give Ple the Ideas.
She doesn't have a muse. She has assbabies.
Juliana, check your email.
Sheesh, the ASSBABIES don't lactate.
They are lacated for!
What scares me most about the Andrew/Spike is that I'm pretty certain the writer did some research into this (or had a kidlet herself). Too many details that would be accurate if it weren't, you know, assbabies.
Ple gets her own idea. Who knows where.
Shower, usually, or the car.
The good ones, at any rate. The rest were all dares.
I think I need me some.
I've got the link bookmarked at work. I might even post some of the more salient phrases.
YAY!
Both for Smallville badfic, and for this badfic. It's been a long time since I've laughed hard enough to scare the cats.
Shower, usually,
You, me and Perry Farrell.
The shower is a great place to think.
The car is a great place to act on those thoughts.
Are you slandering Edna St. Vincent Millay?!?
Not at all.
I was going for Truman Capote.