December!
Wesley: We're going to bring Angelus in alive. Connor: No we're not. Gunn: I thought you said capturing him wasn't an option. Wesley: Changed my mind. Connor: Change it back.
'Why We Fight'
Goodbye and Good Riddance 2012: If the world doesn't end, I'm going to need a note
Every year we watch the Charlie Brown special, do the Snoopy dance, wish everybody a Merry Christmukkah, and thank our Secret Santas in the good riddance thread. Which is this one, in case you were wondering. 2012--better luck next time.
Jesse - Dec 01, 2012 2:26:05 pm PST #4 of 274
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
msbelle - Dec 01, 2012 2:30:10 pm PST #5 of 274
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
bring it!
Anne W. - Dec 01, 2012 2:35:21 pm PST #6 of 274
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I am so not ready for it to be December.
Lee - Dec 01, 2012 2:48:25 pm PST #7 of 274
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
I was very ready for November to be over though.
SuziQ - Dec 01, 2012 3:05:42 pm PST #8 of 274
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Ohh, I can put my thanks in the right place.
Thank you, oh Secret Santa, for the palm tree key chain. It is shiny!!!
Pix - Dec 01, 2012 3:22:10 pm PST #9 of 274
The status is NOT quo.
Hurray December!
Lee - Dec 01, 2012 3:28:41 pm PST #10 of 274
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Almost forgot--thank you to my secret Santa for the wine and the Thanksgiving card! Both of them made me smile.
quester - Dec 01, 2012 7:04:35 pm PST #11 of 274
Danger is my middle name, only I spell it R. u. t. h. - Tina Belcher.
eleven is ok.
sumi - Dec 01, 2012 7:43:31 pm PST #12 of 274
Art Crawl!!!
Happy December!!!
I have a friend who is storing canned goods just in case things go kerflooey at winter solstice and yet we don't all die right away.
§ ita § - Dec 01, 2012 8:09:31 pm PST #13 of 274
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I refuse to accept any end of the world I survive. What kind of fucking around half-assed job is that? ALL OR NOTHING BITCHES. Don't go mistaking "decimation" for "good enough."