Holy crackfic, Batman! To the assbabies, away.
I love this picture of Em [link]
[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.
Daisy, I'm so sorry your friends are being stoopit and inconsiderate. I think red red hair is a great thing to do.
Vibes for Suzi invisibility as far as impanelling goes.
And more time, less stress to Emily!
Wow, miss Emeline is a young lady!
Ahem. Do I have to remind you of the Prehensile Secondary Sex Penis rec from Smallville? Best. badfic. ever.
OMG! Good times! Good times! Smallville is my First Great Fanficish Love, actually.
I wonder how many days in a row and for how many different subjects, "Holy crap, Batman," could be a not-too-far-out response to the content posts that have accumulated overnight, because holy crap, Batman.
But, starting a pristine, clean, and completely different paragraph, that photo is of a purely lovely girlchild. Not the baby she was in May.
I'm taking Beverly's pristine paragraph as a buffer. And what Beverly said. Em is a beautiful, big girl. She is no baby. What's more, her agents have sent a C&D insisting we stop referring to her as such.
I wonder how many days in a row and for how many different subjects, "Holy crap, Batman," could be a not-too-far-out responseHoly crap, Batman! I am still up. And I really didn't mean to be and now I want to be all rambling and explain it and instead I need to wash my face and fall down asleep.
Oh, Cass. We haven't crossed paths like this in a while. May you sleep well. You keep the hours I kept until my children made me a slave to the circadian rhythm's beat.
Gratuitous baby post!!!
Baby? That's a little girl! Comparing pics from the F2F and now shows an amazing change. She's very cutie. =)
I really didn't mean to though. I got home late-ish from meetings and was contentedly unwinding with some tv, the internets and plans to call a night-working friend with birthday wishes. So I pause Nip/Tuck, call and he's not there. Ended up talking to his coworker. For three hours. Don't ask, I have no idea why. And now it's four a.m. and I didn't mean to...
Must sleep now. Must leave tabs of badfic open because too lazy to bookmark. Must not talk to strangers*.
*Technically not a total stranger as we'd ended up chatting once before and he's friends with my friend and Stop Looking At Me Like That!
Lovely, lovely Em.
As for the badfic? I'm fairly certain badfic was responsible for the sinking of the Titanic, as well as the fall of the Roman Empire.