Amych in Natter:
Look, if we're all going to be held to Lord Peter Wimsey standards of doing it right, I just might as well give up.
Angel: If I'm not back in a couple of hours— Gunn: You're dead, we're screwed, end of the world.
'Underneath'
Coffee On My Monitor Again
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Consuela - Jul 17, 2017 6:57:06 pm PDT #1193 of 1329
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
Zenkitty - Nov 01, 2017 7:25:37 am PDT #1194 of 1329
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
-t in Natter:
I'm back in the Hall of Justice today. Per the plaque outside the door, it's actually Hall of Justice I. I assume that this time it's personal.
-t - Nov 01, 2017 7:33:28 am PDT #1195 of 1329
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Heh. That's supposed to be a II. I could not defeat autocorrect on my phone.
JZ - Nov 02, 2017 5:14:08 am PDT #1196 of 1329
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Jesse in Natter:
there's a woman I was friendly with in my father's nursing home who would be able to have a nice conversation a lot of the time, but sometimes would just yell, "this is bullshit!" for a while, and she was generally right and I expect to be her someday.
Zenkitty - Nov 06, 2017 3:24:03 pm PST #1197 of 1329
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
Dana in Spike's Bitches:
Family: the gift that keeps on giving. Giving you rage.
Jessica - Nov 10, 2017 5:15:50 am PST #1198 of 1329
If I want to become a cloud of bats, does each bat need a separate vaccination?
Jilli VoiceOfReason: Sometimes it's hard to tell the difference between cats and murderers.
-t: But if I can believe it's the cats I can get murdered peacefully without worrying about it.
Calli - Nov 12, 2017 1:19:59 am PST #1199 of 1329
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Zenkitty in Natter:
Laura, sports in miserable weather is on my list of No Not Ever. It's like a bucket list, but upside down.
Beverly - Dec 02, 2017 11:29:50 am PST #1200 of 1329
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Windsparrow and her tagline:
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.
in Goodbye and Good Riddance 2017:
I have posted this before in other places, but it's kind of my manifesto now for navigating life in these oh, so interesting times. There have been many ugly things that happened, many heartbreaking events, so very many ways the bastards try to get us down. But also, the world keeps turning. There are cute animals. There are adorable children. There are good things that do happen. There are amazing people fighting the bastards. So anyway:
I say we celebrate.
We celebrate every joyful moment that we can bear to. We celebrate each other. We celebrate victories minuscule and galactic. We celebrate our own worth and we celebrate the worth of every member of the human race.
We celebrate the effort that somehow came to naught, and we celebrate the moments when everything simply comes together in a constellation of perfection and there is victory. We celebrate, because to give in to despair will leave us no strength to fight. We celebrate in grey dresses and monotone voices. We celebrate in jewel tones and arias.
We will celebrate because this might be the Apocalypse and we have learned from Buffy that when we've done fighting this one, there will be another. We will celebrate because this might be Ragnaroc or it might be Armageddon but we will not go down without a fight.
We will celebrate because joy only lives intermingled with grief.
We will celebrate because every breath is a giant "Fuck you!" to the mundanity of evil.
Calli - Dec 03, 2017 3:42:07 am PST #1201 of 1329
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs
Connie in Natter:
I was sitting in a cushy chair in the concourse, contemplating the crowds and the walk back to my car, when the helpfully weird part of my mind said, "We're deep behind enemy lines, but they haven't spotted us yet. Try to blend in, use the terrain, head for the LZ where your evac's waiting."
aurelia - Dec 05, 2017 4:03:01 pm PST #1202 of 1329
All sorrows can be borne if you put them into a story. Tell me a story.
-t in Natter:
Kerfuffeletta: Muffaletta, hold the olive salad, add cilantro. Guac on the side.