DXMachina:
Also from the Amazon listing for David's book:
Customers who shopped for this item also wear:
- Clean Underwear from Amazon's Eddie Bauer Store
- Ladybug Rain Boots from Amazon's Nordstrom Store
- Suede Headwraps from Amazon's International Male Store
- Cheetah Print Slippers from Amazon's Old Navy Store
Alibelle:
That's quite the look.
Elena's Husband, on Buffy's ever changing hair colour. (Yes, it is actually spoilery.)
"From beneath, her roots devour..."
erinaceous, on the latest Buffy episode:
The little pointy indicator thing flipped all the way off my HSQ-meter. It's under the couch somewhere.
Elena's Husband, on Buffy's ever changing hair colour.
Bwah.
Am-Chau Yarkona, in Bitches:
Is it just my brain, or is there a problem with stamping out sixies music altogther? Because if you get rid of the sixties, then you're one decade short, and we're still in the ninties. The Spice Girls are still together. And possibly Take That is still around. Can't be good, right?
Erika fishing in Bitches:
You don't like my text like Teppy-text.Is her font prettier than mine or something? You can tell me. I won't get mad. I get text from other guys, too, sometimes, so it's not like I'm not tempted.
So happy that the insane mental energy I spent on that wasn't wasted, ita.
Ple, in Smallville (of course):
The song of songs, which is Superman's.
Let him kiss Lex with the kisses of his mouth: for their love is
better than wine.
Because of the savour of Clark's good rimjobs, Lex's name is as
ointment poured forth, therefore do the slashers love thee.
Ah Clark, Lex will run after thee: for he hath brought
thee into his chambers: he will be glad and rejoice
in thee, he will remember thy
love more than wine: the slashers love thee.
Lex is evil, but comely, O ye sons of Smallville, sharpen up your
gaydar, practice on Superman.
Love the last line.
Emily
in
Smallville:
Ha! That's it! My dreams are spoilery! She really is a porn star and international criminal!
(context? we don't need no stinking context!)
Connie Neil, in Bitches:
Swords are their own reasons, Jilli. Hubby has similar concerns as yours, though, because I have a tendency to want to test them by poking him in the side. Honestly, I don't know what came over me, I had this lovely triple-edged dagger in my hand, the balance was exquisite, he was standing right there, and the little voice said, "I wonder ..." Next thing I know he's yelping in pain and snatching the dagger out of my hand and I'm pouting.