Good luck getting the resume and cover letter done, askye. I'm sure that you would rock the library.
Spike's Bitches 48: I Say, We Go Out There, and Kick a Little Demon Ass.
[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.
dooo ettt doo eeetttt doit!
serioulsly I think it would be a good fit
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I'm dying to relate this, please to forgive. So last night I had a long saga of a dream, in which I was Mal Reynolds' daughter (clearly an AU because he was now "Nathan" Reynolds). Teenage me met him and Wash on a planet where they were doing A Thing and they were both dressed smartly in the height of fashion for men at that place: Darling little dresses and flats and cunning little hats. They both obviously felt ridiculous but were manfully pulling off The Look, and were exasperated with Teenage Me for giggling at them. But really, Wash's little white pointelle dress and white-and-emerald square-toed shoes were simply divine. Conclusion: Wash/my subconscious is a better fashion designer than I am. Conclusion 2: Cap'n Reynolds is a great father, if often absent, and he is proud of me.
tl;dr I have surprisingly inappropriate feelings for Captain Reynolds.
My only question is, why did you wake up?
It's a matter of air flow.
That's a great dream. Probably needs to be written up and distributed and then built into an AU fanfic franchise.
Best...dream...ever!
Yes, that would get a thousand likes on Ao3.
I have passed the "decide everything is awful and you want to burn it" stage and into the "stare at it until your brain stops processing any information at all" stage of designing Save the Date postcards.
I had a dream last night that I was shopping in a Costco-sized store that only sold cheese, charcuterie, and books. It doesn't qualify as fanfic, but that was a pretty damn good dream.
That would also get a thousand likes on AO3.