Ah, yes, of course. The gypsies, they gave you your soul. The gypsies are filthy people. Ptui! We shall speak of them no more.
Ilona Costa Bianchi ,'The Girl in Question'
Firefly 5: That's my girl... That's my good girl.
Discussion of the Mutant Enemy series, Firefly, the ensuing movie Serenity, and other projects in that universe.
tiggy - Feb 14, 2011 11:28:35 am PST #4145 of 5292
I do believe in killing the messenger, you know why? Because it sends a message. ~ Damon Salvatore
§ ita § - Feb 20, 2011 7:22:41 am PST #4146 of 5292
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
erin_obscure - Feb 20, 2011 7:37:12 am PST #4147 of 5292
Occasionally I’m callous and strange
wnp tonight, yes?
WindSparrow - Feb 20, 2011 7:53:56 am PST #4148 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Yes, W&P tonight, I even put it on my to-do list.
WindSparrow - Feb 20, 2011 8:34:22 am PST #4149 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Shall I post the reminder in Press?
beekaytee - Feb 20, 2011 9:42:51 am PST #4150 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant
Dooo eeet.
Unless something changes, I should be in tonight as well.
WindSparrow - Feb 20, 2011 9:47:42 am PST #4151 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Yay, bonny. Jaynestown.
quester - Feb 20, 2011 1:07:54 pm PST #4152 of 5292
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
- snif*
WindSparrow - Feb 20, 2011 2:05:04 pm PST #4153 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
We'll miss you, quester.
WindSparrow - Feb 20, 2011 3:23:14 pm PST #4154 of 5292
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.
Cued up to, "C'mon, admit it, it's true,"
"No. I won't."