Well, it's just good to know that when the chips are down and things look grim you'll feed off the girl who loves you to save your own ass!

Xander ,'Chosen'


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.


Liese S. - Mar 20, 2011 3:48:32 pm PDT #4542 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Looks like home.


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 3:48:33 pm PDT #4543 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

Ron look foyn there in his tight shirt.


quester - Mar 20, 2011 3:48:37 pm PDT #4544 of 5292
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.

Shepard being all badass.


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 3:49:09 pm PDT #4545 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.

Remind me not to have Jayne spot for me.

Spotting isn't what I want from Jayne when he's got that look on his face.


dcp - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:05 pm PDT #4546 of 5292
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know.

"She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school I was laconic."


Liese S. - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:09 pm PDT #4547 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

"She's terse. I can be terse. Once in flight school, I was laconic."


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:12 pm PDT #4548 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.

Ron look foyn there in his tight shirt.

Yeah, but he's a man of the cloth....


Liese S. - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:41 pm PDT #4549 of 5292
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."

Heh. I love Wash moving through his reaction to his situation.


beekaytee - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:43 pm PDT #4550 of 5292
Compassionately intolerant

Isn't that laconic comment a throwback to Oz?


WindSparrow - Mar 20, 2011 3:50:56 pm PDT #4551 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.

"She swore to obey?"