Yes.
That dude had issues liek whoa.
Um, well, we listened to aggressively cheerful music sung by people chosen for their ability to dance. Then we ate cookie dough, and talked about boys.
Giles ,'Get It Done'
Supernatural 2: Why is it our job to save everybody?
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Cass - Jan 13, 2009 4:25:15 pm PST #353 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
JenP - Jan 13, 2009 4:29:02 pm PST #354 of 30002
Yes. Yes it is. Oh, god. A universe of ew. And also, wha..?
Cass - Jan 13, 2009 4:32:00 pm PST #355 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
(It's kinda sad I *knew* for certain which fic Jen meant.)
Amy - Jan 13, 2009 4:33:12 pm PST #356 of 30002
Because books.
All I can think of is ... well, key word = dry-aged.
::crawls off to throw up a little::
Cass - Jan 13, 2009 4:53:53 pm PST #357 of 30002
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
well, key word = dry-aged
That story *still* limits my grocery shopping. I ... just can't buy meat that explains how it was aged.
Lee - Jan 13, 2009 5:16:47 pm PST #358 of 30002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
lalala, I can't hear you.
Amy - Jan 13, 2009 5:18:49 pm PST #359 of 30002
Because books.
Consider yourself blessed, baby.
Theresa - Jan 13, 2009 5:18:55 pm PST #360 of 30002
"What would it take to get your daughter to stop tweeting about this?"
::gag::
and I haven't even read the story, just "meat" and "aged"
Beverly - Jan 13, 2009 5:20:36 pm PST #361 of 30002
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Was there a noise?
That is the sound of ultimate suffering. Fic readers make it now...
P.M. Marc - Jan 13, 2009 10:00:54 pm PST #362 of 30002
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
That was the post AHBL ghastly resurrection via incestuous necrophilia story, right?
(Note: I seem to recall the author's notes stating that the author was three sheets to the wind at the time and it seemed like a good idea to write it out.)
(Or maybe my brain has inserted that author's note while redacting the name of the author as some way of protecting her from everyone I made read it?)