Cordelia ,'Beneath You'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
But as Ginger notes, you've got to move the parents out of the story somehow to give the kids agency.
Huck Finn, Tom Sawyer, The Prince and the Pauper - and those are from just Twain. There's Prince Caspian, and other assorted semi-orphans in Narnia. Jumanji - may not be a classic example, but I really liked the movie.
"It's little. And broken. But still good. Yah."
Breaks me every time.
God, thee and me both, love.
strength and peace to you and your dad, aims --
{{Aims}}
Peace~ma to you and your family. I'm sorry.
I am so sorry for your loss, Aimee.
aims, so sorry to hear of your loss. love to you and the family.
IOpettymeNews, fuck it. I'm quite sure now that something went wrong with my dental surgery last week, now that the swelling calmed down. I think (I don't think the next part is gross, but your grossness may vary) they sewed the part between the lip and the gum a little bit too close (and it's about 3 milliliters under my nose), so laughing, talking as usual and chewing as usual hurt. And while there are many things I'm OK with getting used to while having the braces, I'm not OK with not being fucking able to laugh. Leave me this, at least? I'm already talking like the girls I despised in junior high, that's bad enough, trust me.
And there's nothing I can do about it until Thursday night, the earliest, without skipping classes in my first week in uni.
Don't wanna have another dental surgery in one month to fix the previous one. Really, really don't. That was scary.
Aimee, I am so sorry for your loss. Much comfort~ma to you and your family.
Shir, give 'em hell if they made it so you can't laugh. That's our best defense in this world. We gotta have laughter.
Just getting home from party. It was fun. Thankfully the tux fit. Folks got the Bond thing right away. There are pics of me with a martini glass and everything. When I get them, I'll post them. Who knows when that will be. Miracle of miracles, they somehow timed it so RHPS did the Time Warp at 2am when the clocks got set back. The time geek in me loved this.
Now I'm hanging up the tux parts on individual hangers to air out the smoke smell and crawling into bed.
Good night, omnis!
Edit: then again, what are the odds that these are only the stitches that are bothering me?
But then second-generation Buffistas are all beautiful and brave.
Maybe Buffista Island is in the middle of Lake Wobegon.