His hair was great.
Snerk!
Jayne: Anybody remember her comin' at me with a butcher's knife? Wash: Wacky fun.
'Objects In Space'
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[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.
Nora Deirdre - Feb 17, 2010 1:51:43 pm PST #10212 of 30000
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)
§ ita § - Feb 17, 2010 2:03:42 pm PST #10213 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I can't lie. I love the hair.
Scrappy, your post line breaks for me at right after Colin. I admit I had a frisson of something weird thinking you were dreaming about Ferguson.
Scrappy - Feb 17, 2010 2:23:41 pm PST #10214 of 30000
Life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.
Oh, THAT would be squickalicious.
§ ita § - Feb 17, 2010 2:25:24 pm PST #10215 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
In theory, people are perfectly allowed to do that sort of thing.
In practice? I can still remember clicking on a link to his nekkid bum from WX. I didn't know it was going to be him. Not that I hadn't seen it before...it was just the post, and the glayvin, and the...
Yeah, squickalicious.
smonster - Feb 17, 2010 3:07:17 pm PST #10216 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
Kitty hospice fucking sucks.
beth b - Feb 17, 2010 3:13:20 pm PST #10217 of 30000
oh joy! Oh Rapture ! I have a brain!
{{smonster}}
smonster - Feb 17, 2010 3:16:44 pm PST #10218 of 30000
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
She can barely walk or meow, but she's still purring.
{{{beth}}}
Aims - Feb 17, 2010 3:39:13 pm PST #10219 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
In my dream about Hugh, he was sitting in his big squashy chair in his House apartment, with his feet up on the ottoman. I was facing him with my knees on either side of his hips and he was holding my ass like it was gonna fly away and kissing and nuzzling my neck with his yummy stubbly face.
Sigh.
The man is old enough to be my father and yet, I don't give a damn.
WindSparrow - Feb 17, 2010 3:44:17 pm PST #10220 of 30000
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.
{{{beth&smonster&cats}}}
So, basically, Hugh Laurie gets an invite to the next F2F and we put the snog shirt on him?
Aims - Feb 17, 2010 3:44:35 pm PST #10221 of 30000
Shit's all sorts of different now.
Hells yeah.