Sean in Dude:
Ahh... The feel of tempered steel in your hand. Feels like victory. Or psychosis. Sometimes psychosis.
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Sean in Dude:
Ahh... The feel of tempered steel in your hand. Feels like victory. Or psychosis. Sometimes psychosis.
Mechakrelboyne, in Firefly
I get to thinking that some very important battle has been decided, and the flag that's been planted isn't mine.
wolfram in "Buffy" (spoilers for most recent BtVS)
How about a BtVS/Tick crossover?
Buffy: I'll tell you what we need to fight the FE, we need to believe in ourselves, and believe in the power that is within us. Because it is only with this inner power, that the fight will truly be fought with our power, that is inside us.
Tick: Ahoy there little blond cupcake of courage with an extra special two-layered icing of justice. Let me help you in your fight against this first name in evil of which you speak. Spoon!
Slayerette: Has she made out with him, too?
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Elena in Bitches :
My goodness, I don't check in for two days and you've gone and moved. Luckily I followed the trial of empty bottles and cast-off lingere and found you here
Trudy in Natter 7
Penn and Teller are on Conan and Teller has a big block of concrete on his head.
I'm expecting James Marsters to show up and be hot.
msbelle:
an ode to my sheets (to be sung)
OH...I...love my purple flannel sheets
They are the bestest e'er
and anyone who says they ain't
is a big fat liar.
and yes, that rhymes. If it doesn't when you sing it, may I be so bold as to suggest that you aren't embracing your inner freaky-accented-southern- persona-of-unrecognizable-origin to your full extent.>
ted r in Firefly:
I refuse to watch any "reality tv" on network television. If there isn't nude sex, it isn't real enough for me.
Sue her horoscope: You cannot breastfeed the world.
billytea: Hey, in that case it's mine (as a Virgo) too. Cool, if anyone asks me to do anything today I shall be retorting by bemoaning my inadequate breastfeeding capability. ("William, can you get me the figures on the efficient frontiers?" "Do I look like I have a million breasts?")
Natter:
Consuela: I love the end of the workday, when Java shows up to harvest the threads for COMM-able quotes.
Miracleman, getting Java's gender wrong: At the end of the day, usually 'round sunset, Ol' Java'd come by for his daily truckload of COMMs. He'd a-whistle a happy tune as he set 'bout bundling them up in easy to read sheaves and heavin' 'em in the back of his ol' Ford. Then he'd tip his hat to us young 'uns and get in that truck and take those COMMs to the thread.
Then we'd have dinner. Pa never invited Java into dinner. I think he was a-feared of the ol' Java. They say that the COMM harvest-man has a special power to judge whether what yer sayin'...well, whether 'tis funny er not. And Pa, he never wanted to go up agin the judgment of the COMM harvest-man. An' that all had to do with a tragic open mic night, back when he was jest a young man.
But that's another story.
I think it's only fair to edit the above to reflect Java's true gender.