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[doyle]

Stolen from 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.

Comments

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

Ooh, spamtime! Right, what can I be random about...

I know - sex dreams! I've had a threesome with David Boreanaz and James Marsters, in a Butlins chalet, anal sex with Charles Gunn, and I somehow grew a willy to screw Amy Acker, but the best session I *ever* had was with Linford Christie. Man, that lunchbox could've fed an entire continent.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Bwah!! I once had a dream which I wasn't in, but in which Gunn shagged Wes up against a wall. In broad daylight, during some kind of battle.

[flurblewig.livejournal.com]

Dude. Why haven't they invented a dream recording machine yet? I would pay for that one.

The best dream I ever had that I wasn't in, was a complete episode of 'Voyager'. It had a sensible plot, in-character dialogue, and kick-ass special effects. And Janeway/Seven subtext. Sometimes, I love my subconscious.

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

The absolutely most bizarre ep dream I ever had revolved around Giles' and Angel's conciousness being sort of combined into an entirely new person who was a new recurring character, while at the same time being trapped in a hell dimension, like an avatar in a RPG but they were playing the same character, though not with conferring, more like jamming. Anyway, obviously this wouldn't do so they had to get Buffy and Willow to save them ( Xander never appears in any Buffyverse dreams, I don't know why). Unfortunately, they were both preoccupied, seeing as Buffy was about to drop Angels sprog (for some reason, Buffy not Darla was impregnated by the broody one, hehe broody). There was some complication about the baby, being a mystical mistake needing anchoring to this reality by being named. Obviously, the Buffster couldn't do this, being actually available and Angel had to do it but OH NO, Angel is trapped in a hell dimension (again). So this new Gilangel hybrid character had to persuade Buffy to go into hell and get them out but she is understandably suspicious, especially as this guy keeps walking around in circles and arguing with himself. Much hilarity ensues, fight scenes and divers alarums, then it all went a bit weird and Willow went to the shop to buy a Guardian but they were all out so she bought a sherbet dibdab and two pounds of potatoes. So Buffy pulls Giles and Angel out of the hell dimension, and then, now this is when it really strays into bizzarroland, Angel names the kid Douglas Michael Jones. Who knows why, I was so freaked I woke myself up.
This was months and months ago, I wrote it down the next day. Who knew it would come in useful.

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Willow went to the shop to buy a Guardian but they were all out so she bought a sherbet dibdab and two pounds of potatoes.

That made me laugh hysterically.

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

see, mundanity and me, we're like that ::crosses fingers:: she won't leave me alone, not even in my fantasies