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.
Mal ,'Safe'
[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.
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.
Lee is EVIL.
And I found this from the BRQG:
shrift: And by really atrocious, I mean it was horrific leaps and bounds beyond the badfic Emily is reading. It blasts by the 15 foot cock o'death, the Adventures of Sinbad songfic, the stuff where Fraser is a weepy Stepford wife, Virgin!Snape, and a Watcher named Chiles, where it nestles down with the badfic that makes Jesus cry.