Oh...
Holy...
Mother...
Of....
GOD!!
t wipes tears of happiness from face
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Oh...
Holy...
Mother...
Of....
GOD!!
t wipes tears of happiness from face
men dressed in gauchos, tall boots, high-necked shirts
You had an invasion of Cossacks?
Looked at Robin's link. Made audible noise that the customer on the phone asked about and I had to brush off.
gleep.
And saved.
t still staring at monitor
<still staring at monitor>
Do you need directions to your bunk?
t took it off because of workplace rules on upsetting co-workers Because you know some of the late-20s local boys I work with would feel threatened.
eta: I feel like such a dirty old woman staring at that picture and drooling. But I'm now seeing that picture as an illustration for various fics I've read.
Oh...
Holy...
Mother...
Of....
GOD!!
Oh, god... Please god let him turn eighteen soon. Because I might feel a little less a perv. Dear god, there is a perfection to that body that ... mmmrrph.
And, uh Robin?
Can I get you something for being so kind to me??
Cookies?
Money?
A pony?
A pre-owned two-year old?
Do you need directions to your bunk?
For now, my bunk is where I sit.
Please god let him turn eighteen soon.
July23. Ten days after the movie comes out. Like, 400+ days.
And also? MINE MINE MINE.
Because I might feel a little less a perv
I felt bad enough for lusting over poor vulnerable Elijah Wood (vulnerable, that is, till I heard what kind of language he uses when he's not being Frodo)