Well, I, for one, am DISGUSTED.Tell that to Marco Andretti, babe...
Amy, you could talk about Faith in Boxed Set??? Yeah, that ep kills.
[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.
Well, I, for one, am DISGUSTED.Tell that to Marco Andretti, babe...
Amy, you could talk about Faith in Boxed Set??? Yeah, that ep kills.
I WILL tell that to Marco Andretti...
Loudly, softly, again and again and again...
Yeah, we really aren't the people to help you out, bug.
a fanfic marathon. I think I might have some links to send you.
Hello?
quit being a dirty old lady.
What, me? You didn't see anything. You just thought you did.
Have you met me?
Oh, there you are.
Also, welcome to the club. Go dirty old ladies!
Oh hi! Thanks! It's very pretty here.
And tangentially related, Jason Manns is singing Crazy Love in my ears right now. No JA harmony,though.
Oh Amy, you just made me double wibble, first for your description of the young guy at work, second because Faith always breaks me, too. Email to discuss?
Email to discuss?
Yes please!
Also, I can send you a link to a ... nonobjectionable fic series that is heavy on schmoop in the best way. Yay!
Waiting for a file to download and update software so I can finish playing with my new technology and go to bed.
Oh, there you are.I can be just so predictable sometimes.
Bev, where'd you go?
That is all. I won't babble about it here. I will simply sit here and wibble and flail silently
Aww. Bless.
It's such a key episode! So many callbacks throughout S2! So much learned about both Dean and Sam!
Okay. This might only amuse me, BUT:
So I'm writing, and I've just given someone a dislocated elbow. My mother calls me to natter, and while we're on the phone, I decide to ask her, seeing as she's been an RN for the better part of half a century, how the things were dealt with if you didn't have access to an x-ray machine or an ER.
Turns out, she's just the right person to ask, as she did just that while attempting to ride a calf back in the summer of '49 when she was 12.
Suffice it to say, OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH.
And also, OUCH.
Amy, I got the links--sorry, I got engrossed in one of them. I'm around though, if you want to talk about Faith.