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girlfromsouth:
Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.
Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.
Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!
Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.
Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.
ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.
girlfromsouth:Give me 1000 comments in this entry. Or whatever, really. YOU, in particular, don't have to supply the whole 1000, but a tiny contribution would be nice. Then let me know if you post this in your journal and I'll return the favor.
Dudes, so this is your chance to spam me with anything! Pictures, lyrics, the word SPAM over and over. Feel free to tell me something about yourself, or screen your comments. Do whatever you want! It's all up to you.
Okay, so I realise 1000 is a tall number so just spam away and we'll see where we get up to. Please entertain me!
Entertain me while I tackle inability to make words come out right and try to get some of these ficathon entries done... You could tell me what strange pairings you're into, since I've been thinking lots about unconventional shipping today. Or anything. Go on.
Also contemplating a game of tag where the first person writes a drabble - 100 words or less - with a pairing and a word or requirement at the end, and the next person writes that one. Might try to instigate a game of that later tonight if the ficathoning goes badly.
ETA: Okay, the drabble tag's here, come and play.
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on 2004-06-20 07:59 pm (UTC)C/A Ficathon story written for you
on 2004-06-20 08:07 pm (UTC)~~~~~~~~~~
Michelle
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on 2004-06-20 08:25 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2004-06-21 03:43 am (UTC)Dawn. Spike. Labyrinth
on 2004-06-20 08:47 pm (UTC)He should've guessed when Dawn found that damned book. But Spike hadn't actually seen it until much later; chained at Glory's mercy he understood how inhuman the goddess was.
That was when the thought struck.
Created by monks, she wasn't more than a Galathea, was she? Imitation of life and... just what could he do to her?
He finds her at home, watching one of those movies she used to watch with her mom. Labyrinth tonight. She smiles trustingly and he pats her head, just a bit more forcefully. He is already planning his next step when the pain hits.
Next: pre-series, your pick.
Pike, Buffy movie
on 2004-06-20 10:48 pm (UTC)For a while, it was different. A guy in a creepy trenchcoat saved Pike’s life and asked him to fight demons. That rich bitch Buffy turned out to be a superhero and actually kinda nice. Even weirder, Pike got used to helping her, to being responsible. He almost liked it.
When Buffy moved away, Pike went back to being a punk. He climbed on his bike and left his stake behind.
The First Slayer
The First Slayer
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on 2004-06-20 09:15 pm (UTC):)
muwhahahahaha
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Good Morning! You are still here!
on 2004-06-21 02:07 am (UTC)But I have classes today :-(
So just a quick spam before I go.
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on 2004-06-21 03:51 am (UTC)It happened so quickly Henrietta barely had time to think or breathe, before the world became nothing but glaring red light and heat. The smell of smoke filled her nostrils and she glanced down fearfully, seeing nothing but leafy canopys hiding in the smoke and myst, they were on top of a volcanoe, an experiance Henrietta had to admit she'd never thought she'd had. He was still clinging onto her desperatly and she spent a few frantic seconds trying to gather her bearings, all toothfairys were trained to deal with clients in any number of enviroments, judeging by the humidity, distant jungle and the fact she was standing near the edge of an active volcanoe Henrietta realised she was most likely some where in South America, alone, with some one who was liable to turn back into a furious storm god at a moments notice.
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on 2004-06-21 04:06 am (UTC)Club was fun, yet I am home now, and I return to the madness.
11 Drabbles now, 16 or 17 posts maybe? Hard to say. I'm sure some of them are ripe with the typos. Not much for spelling while drunk.
This is too fun.
It is 6 AM and Buffy is on again. A Caleb episode.
Thank God for Buffy coming on four times a day here. Does it rerun as often in the UK? Angel comes on twice, at 4 and 10:30...
-zones out on Buffy-
Me and Jack are friends.
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on 2004-06-21 04:13 am (UTC)You rock at drabble tag.
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on 2004-06-21 05:51 am (UTC)Badgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgerbadgermushroommushroom
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on 2004-06-21 08:48 am (UTC)Amy gestured and Willow's clothes were replaced by a leather G-string, with a garter belt and stockings attached. Metallic beads dangled from her nipples.
"You think so, Will?"
Willow stared down at herself in shock. "I... guess not..."
Magic sizzled from Willow's wand as Amy reached out to toy with the beads.
“I think you make a prettier blonde,” Willow said, before closing her eyes and kissing her.
Amy nipped at Willow’s tongue with feral little teeth, but Willow found she quite enjoyed the pain after all.
Behind them, the caged boys danced on.
Next: Angel/Faith
Wot no Cordangel?!
on 2004-06-21 08:36 am (UTC)If Angel had any curtains open, morning sunlight would be flooding the room. As it is, he can only feel the sun outside, that sense that all vampires have. Cordy languidly moves beside him, on the edge of waking, and murmurs something sleepily. He drops a kiss on her forehead and pats her hair softly.
He holds on to her, savoring the moment, prolonging it. Downstairs, a new day begins, but up here they have time for all the works and days of hands and other parts besides.
Angel wakes, the scent of Cordelia in his bed only an illusion.
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on 2004-06-21 09:11 am (UTC)::throws confetti::
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on 2004-06-21 10:42 am (UTC)No, I will resist. I will read stream-of-consciousness for term paper. I will not read highly entertaining thriller. Hear that, thriller?
*sigh*
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on 2004-06-21 12:50 pm (UTC)Has anyone seen the game? Did you get the picture of The Ass? Like, in close-up? And then even a little closer? Well, this was reasob #2 why I watch soccer.
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on 2004-06-21 12:52 pm (UTC)Rooney, you might look like Shrek but I think your a god.
Come on England!
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