Topic!Cindy's follow-up in the Buffy thread:

(In a righteous world, that post would have been COMMed. Here, everyone is now too busy, Googling 'Transformer Slash')

Dana, in LotR:

Thanking fandom for helping to improve my writing skills, because you'd never believe how much you can learn by writing media-based gay porn...

From over in the movies thread:

tommyrot: I used to fantasize about blowing away the Snuggle teddy bear with a shotgun.

Does this make me a bad person? Or just someone who's curious about how big a cloud of stuffing would be produced?

Lilty Cash: Stares, horrified, at laptop. Slowly backs away.

The Snuggle bear? But he's so cute, and well.....Snuggly, dammit.

Flaming arrows and the Pillsbury Doughboy? Now we're talkin.

tommyrot: The Pillsbury Doughboy just needs to be put in an oven long enough to develop a crust. That way, he's still alive, just frozen in position forever.

Lilty Cash: Just so long as I can hear the screams.

tommyrot: Of course.

We could also crack open his chest and fill him with French onion soup.

Lilty Cash: "The Atkins Diet couldn't save you forever, Doughboy." Raises blowtorch. "Say your prayers."

Gudanov in Bitches, because we're all in luuuuuuuurrrrve:

Love, exciting and new,
Log on.
We're expecting you. Love, life's sweetest reward.
Let it type,
it posts back to you.

The Love Board
soon will be making another thread.
The Love Board promises natter for everyone.
Log on in for adventure,
Your mind on a new romance.

Love won't hurt anymore
It's an open smile on a friendly thread.

It's Looooove!
Log on - It's Looooove!

Edited to fix wonky formatting.

-t-: There was a cat in the neighborhoos I lived in Grass Valley who looked very much like Cappuccino during the summer. Some of my friends visited me once, and ate some mushrooms with more exciting side effects than flavor. All of them saw this cat but didn't want to mention the miniature lion in case no one else saw it.

kat perez: This is why I would not make a gracious Olympics athlete. If I were ever blessed with just the right combination of skill, hard work, sacrifice and luck to win an Olympic gold medal, they would have to pry it out of my cold dead hand. No way I'd be giving it up. Especially for a mistake that was not even my fault. For which the losing delegation did not even file a complaint until the day after the competetion was over specifically violating the rules for filing complaints as laid out by my federation. Especially after I had dug myself out of what most people imagined would be an insurmountable hole and clawed my way back into contention and then hit the routine of my life to win gold. In fact, I'd take my gold medal and I'd wave it right in front of that Korean guy's face and be all "Wanna lick? Psyche!" And that's why I'm not, nor could I ever be, a gracious Oympic athlete.

In Minearverse:

Allyson: How is keeping River around anything but pity/altruism?

tommyrot: She knows where all the hodgeberries are.

ita: Her hodgeberries bring all the boys to the yard?

Aaarrrghh! P-C, why would you want to immortalize that! Best soon forgotten! Now I have to go listen to another decade of bad music.

The simple jokes are the best. I spewed diet coke.

ita: When did That 70s Show become creepy?

NoiseDesign: 1980

Kristen T, in Sunnydale Press:

Haven't had time to label yet, but here are some pictures from my Cali trip.

The ones at the end answer the question, "What happens when you leave your camera on the table with a bunch of Buffistas while you go to the bathroom?"