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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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Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-19 04:28 pm (UTC)They both loved Anya, in their own ways.
The first few nights are sleepless as Giles and Xander toss and turn. Contemplate the magnitude of what's happened. Try to push aside the loss, because there's so much that needs to be done.
"Do you think there's a heaven?" Xander asks.
Giles stares at the ceiling. It's past midnight, and he has no reason to believe that heaven isn't a fairy story designed to provide false comfort for those left behind. "Yes."
"Do you think-- ?"
Giles doesn't let Xander finish. "Of course she is."
That's a lie too, and he's sure Xander knows it.
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-19 04:30 pm (UTC)Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-19 04:31 pm (UTC)Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-19 05:57 pm (UTC)Spike kneels and traces the ice across Angel’s scars. There’s still holy water; the molten ice carries it further down Angel’s chest. Not enough to burn but Spike watches interestedly as the muscles twitch in discomfort.
Angel’s nostrils flare. He likes it, Spike knows and decides he should get something in return. His head bends just a little and a kiss is stolen.
Angel licks his lips afterwards. “You missed me this much?”
Spike slaps his face, bruising the lips he just kissed under his rings. “We have no time to find out,” he says before leaving the room again.
Next: Willow, Xander, dictionary
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 05:23 am (UTC)No 9 year old boy should have to watch his drunken father beat his mother.
She took him home, and held him while he cried. He'd stay with her tonight. Because she wanted to protect him from his life.
She loved him.
She swore not to tell. No bibles in the house, a dictionary played stand-in.
When he fell asleep, she got the courage to tell him she loved him.
Next: Fred/Lilah, high heels
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 10:57 am (UTC)The file in Fred's hands hit the floor, "What are you doing in Wesley's office... and... your clothes...?"
Lilah looked uncommonly calm, nude but for her itty bitty stiletto heels. She chewed carefully on a pen; waved it in lazy punctuation. "Let out of hell for bad behaviour."
"Well... Wesley won't be back 'til Friday. So you can go right on back there." Fred retrieved the file, tried to divert her gaze as she stomped over.
"Really?" Lilah caught her wrist as she set the file down.
Next: Kate/Angel, bad TV
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 06:41 pm (UTC)"How can you not?" Kate said, shoulders still shaking, wiping away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"Maybe I'm just too old for TV nowadays. All In The Family, The Honeymooners, those I got. This? I don't even know what this show's about. And if I knew anyone like Kramer, I'd knock him out the second time he burst in without knocking."
"Did you lose your sense of humor entirely in the 70's?"
"I like the Simpsons..."
"Well, there's hope for you yet," Kate said, patting his hand.
Next: Xander/Joyce, microwave popcorn
Xander/Joyce, microwave popcorn
on 2004-06-20 08:06 pm (UTC)She’s Buffy’s mom, for god’s sake. He shouldn’t be popping a boner over his best friend’s mom.
He just couldn’t help it. Couldn’t help noticing how round her hips were, how full her breasts. They looked like they’d fit in his hand so well . . .
She glanced over at him and he panicked, pushing random buttons on the microwave. She smiled and came over, leaning past him to clear the entry and program it right. “It’s this button, the one that says ‘popcorn’.”
“Right.”
The feel of her breast brushing his arm was still electric. And she smelled like orange blossoms.
---
Xander/Tara
Xander/Tara
on 2004-06-21 11:35 am (UTC)Yes, he took the one Jesse had dreams about. Yes, he once tried to steal Willow from Oz.
This is different.
Xander looks enviously when Tara smiles and whispers silly jokes into Willow’s ears. Xander knows it’s wrong, that he has Anya and she is better than the others believe.
But Tara is special, a soothing light when Anya pulls him gleefully through her ups and downs. Xander is afraid he won’t be able to deny himself for long.
Next: Kate
Kate
on 2004-06-22 03:17 am (UTC)Kate hastily rephrased that thought.
She's got to find a job. It's just... not easy to think of doing anything but police work. But she can’t be a policewoman now, not with her record. Not after all she’s seen.
Maybe Jake can help her find a different sort of job.
“So, why’d you leave LA, anyway?” he asks idly.
Kate thinks fast. “Uh... you know... it’s LA.” She grimaces.
Jake accepts that as reason enough.
Next: Angel/Lindsey
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 05:38 am (UTC)'It's pretty,' Willow tells him. 'Kinda like turquoise, but softer.'
'Sounds nice,' he says, shrugging back into their shared sofa. He’s tired of words, she can tell.
Willow twitches her hair against his half-bared shoulder, and decides to wear a cyan shirt on Friday. It is a pretty colour. And he'll see it's pretty on her when she wins the sixth-grade spelling bee.
Next: Lilah/Angel
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 01:39 pm (UTC)Lilah drags her nails down Angel's back and grins when he snarls.
"He calls out your name when he's fucking me, you know."
Words whispered into the vampire's ear that makes him thrust into her faster. Fingers tighten around her arm, and she knows there will be bruises in the morning. Wes's name is on his lips when he comes, and Lilah laughs.
Next pairing: Wesley/puppet!Angel
Re: Drabble tag! puppet!Angel/Wesley
on 2004-06-20 10:03 pm (UTC)"Angel," Wesley said gently. "We will find a way to reverse this."
"What if we don't? What if I'm stuck as pee-little puppetman forever?" Angel smacked his oversized head down on the desk. "Ow."
Wesley came around and placed his hand on Angel's shoulder. "It'll be alright," he whispered. "Fred and I will fix this."
Angel gave out a low muffled moan.
"If it makes you feel any better," Wesley knelt down onto one knee and whispered into Angel's ear. "I find you to be a very frightening puppet."
Angel's head rose, "Yeah?"
Re: Drabble tag! puppet!Angel/Wesley
on 2004-06-20 10:06 pm (UTC)Angel/Gunn
on 2004-06-22 10:12 am (UTC)That night Angel smells traces of alcohol on his lover’s breath. He doesn’t blame Gunn for trying to hide from the pain. Searching for the right words he offers, “You did the right thing.”
“Wish I believed that.”
Why do I keep forgetting the next challenge part?
on 2004-06-22 10:17 am (UTC)NEXT: Cordelia/Angel
Angel/Gunn
on 2004-06-22 05:06 am (UTC)Problem is, subtlety's wasted on Angel.
Gunn starts getting careless: lets the teeth-marks show, skips the shower.
Angel must be able to smell it.
One morning Angel asks where he’s been, and Gunn looks him in the eye and tells him.
He’s up against the wall so fast he barely has time to blink.
Next: Angel/Wes, dark