Man, I know - I'm doing a depressingly minimalist Christmas this year and I still need to clean the shit out this house.
Not gonna happen tonight, though. No damned way.
Anya ,'Touched'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Man, I know - I'm doing a depressingly minimalist Christmas this year and I still need to clean the shit out this house.
Not gonna happen tonight, though. No damned way.
Aw, I'm kvelling...verklempt even. I just realized that was the first time I ever posted "orgasm"...proud moment for any Bitch.Heh, I would've had something to put in the Christmas letter after all...if they didn't give me hives.
If orgasms give you hives, we've gotta get you some better climaxes.
No...Christmas letters!(But I wouldn't object...) I think it's funny how much people like it when I get smutty. Because I've spent a lot of time trying not to do it.
Because I've spent a lot of time trying not to do it.
We're just women of sense and taste, enjoying watching you embracing your inner smuthound.
I embraced mine decades ago.
If orgasms give you hives, we've gotta get you some better climaxes.
Wrod. And pass the Oban.
the whole Munchkin thing is not complicated enough without you getting a crush on a guy with a big green life-partner. With horns.
Love this.
Boots is one of the best karaoke songs ever. I'm with deb. Bring it on.
When I think of how much time I spent trying to be "As-Is Barbie" trying to out-average the average. Hoping against hope it wasn't the Munchkin in here, but Mary Richards.Well, I guess I can forget that...right, babe? I'll skip the naked photo thing, though(although to be honest, his profound embarrassment didn't quite wash with what we know about him, imo. I would think he'd have pretended to shrug that off a bit more.)
erika, your internet wives love you and want a detailed breakdown of Kay Howard, shaking her groove thang to Nancy Sinatra, and Wes and Lorne getting all major about it.
Oh yes we do.
Did anyone tell you you're sexy when you're demanding?Actually, this is the first Xmas Eve in ages I don't have plans...other than that, I mean(stupid controlling stepmom messing with a tradition of about fifteen years. But I'm not bitter. Children of divorce have so much tradition to rely on...no, wait.) But it's fanfiction's gain...makes sense I'd write my darkest, most sensual piece while everybody else is ficcing "It's A Wonderful Life"...I'm perverse like that.(Of course, that doesn't explain "Boots" except that you don't have to be a singer and it's not a songficcy song.) I googled the lyrics yesterday...oh the things fandom requires you to know!