The shower is a great place to think.
The car is a great place to act on those thoughts.
Zoe: I thought you wanted to spend more time off-ship this visit. Wash: Out there is seems like it's all fancy parties. I like our party better. The dress code is easier and I know all the steps.
'Shindig'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[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.
P.M. Marc - Sep 05, 2006 8:45:44 pm PDT #1946 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Aims - Sep 05, 2006 8:46:50 pm PDT #1947 of 10000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Are you slandering Edna St. Vincent Millay?!?
Not at all.
I was going for Truman Capote.
juliana - Sep 05, 2006 8:49:08 pm PDT #1948 of 10000
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…
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.
Cass - Sep 05, 2006 8:54:25 pm PDT #1949 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Do I have to remind you of the Prehensile Secondary Sex Penis rec from Smallville? Best. badfic. ever.I've never read that one though...
I could ... if there were a link.
Emily - Sep 05, 2006 9:00:46 pm PDT #1950 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Yay 15-foot cock callback!
Also, I could tell you some stories about the Sentinel Giant Cats story. Ah, those were the days...
Crap, I need to be asleep now. Not done with my homework. Curse you, school!
Cass - Sep 05, 2006 9:03:25 pm PDT #1951 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
What does one do with fifteen feet of cock?
NoiseDesign - Sep 05, 2006 9:09:17 pm PDT #1952 of 10000
Our wings are not tired
Make a bong.
Cass - Sep 05, 2006 9:10:27 pm PDT #1953 of 10000
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
That's gotta make the inevitable munchies hurt.
Lee - Sep 05, 2006 9:17:36 pm PDT #1954 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's bed time for me, since I have to get up early, but thanks for the badfic fun, people, especially Plei. It was exactly what I needed, even though I didn't know it.
ASSBABIES!
Beverly - Sep 05, 2006 9:22:31 pm PDT #1955 of 10000
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
I gots nuthin' to say about assbabies or giant schlongs.
But, starting a pristine, clean, and completely different paragraph, that photo is of a purely lovely girlchild. Not the baby she was in May.
Not such good news: She's in her teens, is very skinny, has a heart murmur and probably anemia and liver trouble. Plus "horrible" dental disease. I can't afford to do anything about those things.
When you can, take care of the toofs first. Yank the ones that need it, and have the tartar scraped off the rest. Bad toofs can lead to nasty systemic infections, not to mention, be painful and prevent eating.
On the other hand, the anemia and possible liver trouble will most probably clear up with some decent nutrition, and the heart murmur will not likely be anything to worry about as long as she's in a safe environment, getting decent food and care.
And also? You are my hero, too. St. Katrina of Cat-kind.