Clakr Kent has a secondary prehensile penis?
It was badfic.
Smallville
has given rise to shedloads of very, very good fiction. And also to some truly breathtakingly bad fiction. Badfic of the sort that really sets new lows. I haven't laughed harder at anything in months. I cried. My face hurt. And this was just from the paragraph or so that Vortex quoted for us. Reading the whole story would probably have killed me.
It was badfic. Smallville has given rise to shedloads of very, very good fiction. And also to some truly breathtakingly bad fiction. Badfic of the sort that really sets new lows. I haven't laughed harder at anything in months. I cried. My face hurt.
I don't know, there's something very creative about the whole idea. I picture Clark Kent swinging through the trees with it. Who needs flying when you've got that?
(Sorry about the nattering.)
Ahem...
Points to "No Nattering" sign...
In Angel (non-spoily):
Caroma:
I have just had ashes smeared on my forehead by a man in a robe who told me that I am dust and to dust I shall return.
Narrator:
Sounds like my annual performance review.
Narrator was on a spoilerific tear tonight:
Once again, only evil apparently knows how to dial long distance.
NoiseDesign is Natter
I sense a trend starting here.
Nope, no context provided for this little exchange in Natter:
Shawn: I do not have a secret furry life.
Burrell: Suu-ure you don't....
Shawn: Look, I may have a, uh, outfit that I like wearing, just around the house. And, yes, it is a little furry. But it's not like I do something INSANE like go on posting boards with people like me and meet them at cons! It's an innocent hobby!
Burrell: Hey, it's all good, Shawn. We've all know the score. It was just a costume party. Someone suggested you go as a bunny. You had no idea there was anything going on. When you got there, everyone else had cute costumes too....
ita: Okay, when Shawn calls me a fluffy bunny, I had NO idea that's what she meant.
Shawn: It's like crack! You start out small, and then you're prancing about your local community center yelling "Im da bubby clean!" because your elaborate furred headgear is muffling your bunny queen song.
Betsy, without all that irritating context stuff:
I suppose I could start mailing my slugs to Aimee.
PMM in Spoilers. Not Spoilery. I'm pretty sure.
PMM: (Confused at the notion of a state without Buffywatchers)
(Hell, I even turned my in-laws.)
(I needed the toaster.)