Jilli, Jilli, she's our Goth
If she can't do it, go to Hoth!
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.
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!
and the machine that teleports letters to similar device
There's a machine that negates Post Offices? I shall completely support all steampunk endeavors if they mean I can ship from home.
Or is it merely a facsimilie?