But I think it's better to care too much.This.
'The Killer In Me'
[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 I think it's better to care too much.This.
But I think it's better to care too much.
Yes, absolutely.
I need writing cheerleading. Should I request hairpats and encouragement in GWW, or is it okay if I whine here?
Jilli, Jilli, she's our Goth
If she can't do it, go to Hoth!
Bwah! Thank you, P-C.
I have 292 out of 4K words written. And we have a social commitment for this evening. I know I work well under pressure, but wow, I don't know if I can magic up 4K of steampunk adventure by tomorrow night. whiiiiiine
"He removed her goggles as she gently caressed his gears"... no wait, that's steampunk romance.
Laga, it is not nice to make me snork tea through my sinuses. And no, I am not writing steampunk romance. In previous installments of the story, I've mocked goggles on top hats!
I just tried to write you a goggle haiku and kept typing google. So I am just going to whoo hoo you.
Grommets and Goggles and Gears, oh my!
703 words, and Millicent has just discovered the secret passageway in her Papa's laboratory. Now to have her find the other, secret, laboratory and the machine that teleports letters to similar device that is in the possession of Cousin Cecil.
cool!