From Bureaucrazy:

Steph:

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t because WE OLD

From the lovely Atropa, in Natter, following a discussion of how to build a fire:

Aim the hairspray flamethrower at the top of the tent caterpillar nest, and burn your way down

Windsparrow in Delurking:

I find myself getting lurkier and lurkier. My darlings, as we watch the world wobble on its axis, let us cling together. Let us sing like sirens and valkyries, let us gird oursleves with fierce gentleness, let us become weary and take rest, let us nourish and strengthen ourselves together for what will come. I have said this before, but it bears repeating:

I say we celebrate. We celebrate every joyful moment that we can bear to. We celebrate each other. We celebrate victories miniscule 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 jeweltones 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.

Steph L. in Comedy:

Nervous breakdown!Chidi is my Patronus.

Jessica in Natter:

I hope Riverdale makes this an annual event where they keep going back each generation until it's just the cast jumping around picking nits off each other in the 2001 ape costumes.

In Natter:

-t: The gym has no hot water. I don't know how to cope with this.

Laura: Cold shower?

In Natter--

Juliana:

It can't rain all the time.

(Forgive me, I so rarely get to quote The Crow these days.)

Calli: (whose present tag, "What fresh hippy hell is this?" - Grace and Frankie, I adore)

I've been craving corn chips and salsa these last few days. As we won't be gathering for dinner until 6pm, I'm thinking that would make a nice, light, but self-indulgent lunch. It's not popcorn, but it's corn-based. So that's close, right?

I so rarely get to quote The Crow these days.

I've had cause to remember this one over the past several years:

If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever.

Zenkitty in Natter:

"Have her make me an apple pie, Parsley, sage, rosemary, and thyme, Without no meat nor cow's milk inside, And then she'll be a true love of mine."

Toddson:

I remember in college (ages ago, mind you) when one of the girls announced she was coming out, you had to skirt around the subject to find out if she meant as a lesbian or as a debutante ... got touchy sometimes.

-t in Natter:

Sadness is good at sneak attacks.