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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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drunken late night drabbling, apologies
on 2004-06-19 05:49 pm (UTC)Wesley looked at him with some concern. “Angel. They’re not real.”
“Are you sure? They look demonic to me.”
“I’m quite sure.” Wesley considered this statement. “Although apparently, Tinky-Winky has done time for drug dealing.”
Angel nodded his head and sat back in his chair. He motioned for Wesley to turn off the television. “See. I may be a puppet but my nose for evil isn’t detachable.”
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on 2004-06-19 05:51 pm (UTC)Re: drunken late night drabbling, apologies
on 2004-06-19 05:55 pm (UTC)*ping*
‘Yes, Wesley?’
‘Ah, Angel. If you could just come into my office for a moment.’
Mental note: souled vampire who is seeking redemption for long past and more recent sins generally does not attempt to kill his boss.
Wesley hands him a pile of letters and smiles condescendingly. He’s loving every moment of this, the self-righteous bastard…
‘If you’d mind sorting these out for posting, and then make sure our lunch order is delivered.’
Wesley nods encouragingly and Angel takes the letters from the desk and slouches out the door.
*ping*
The little bell tinkles again.
‘And perhaps a cup of tea?’
No, it’s no good. He’s going to kill Wesley.
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on 2004-06-19 06:10 pm (UTC)“Got to try out my new hands, don’t I?” Spike bounces around the room, clenching and shaking his hands, a grin of delight casting an impish glow on his face.
“Do we even have a ping pong table?” Angel makes for his phone, if anybody would know, it would be Harmony.
“’Course you do, idiot. Got everything here, don’t you?” He stands at the door, rocking on the balls of his feet.
“Alright, two out of three?” Angel can’t believe he just gave in.
*ping*
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on 2004-06-19 08:20 pm (UTC)Every night he dreamed of the sky at night, stars shining more distinctly than he had ever seen them before, winking in and out of existence with the swaying of the tree branches arching overhead, and every night the branches twisted into cold, angry fingers that closed about his throat as the stars fell down and burned his face.
And for a moment or two every night, when he woke up gasping hoarsely, his own heartbeat pounding in his ears telling him he couldn't be dead, he felt cheated.
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on 2004-06-19 06:26 pm (UTC)“Err, what?” Giles didn’t look up from where he was sorting through old stacks of books.
Anya stomped out from behind the counter, waving a handful of papers.
“You sold the last three detachable newts eyes, didn’t you?”
“Salamander.” Giles corrected absently, head still bent over the volume he’d started reading. “But yes, last week I believe.”
“Without ordering more?”
“Err…” Giles shifted nervously, but Anya interrupted him before he could come up with an explanation.
“Giles! You know it’s important to keep track of the inventory!”
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on 2004-06-19 06:43 pm (UTC)" Night off from what? It's not like you do anything around here."
Spike watched Wesley carefully from behind. Maybe he really did need help, or maybe he just didn't want to be left alone to thoughts of the Great Blue Bitch.
" Fine." He gave in.
" Consider yourself lucky," Wesley checked off another weapon on his notepad, not bothering to look up at the vampire.
" If Angel had gotten to you first, you would be counting scrolls in the basement to the soothing sounds of Manilow."
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on 2004-06-19 07:43 pm (UTC)"It could be worse."
"Yeah? How'd it be worse, Wes?"
"We could be fighting against Britney Spears."
Faith shudders. "I'm not going after El Diablo Robotico V.2. Buffy can handle that shit."
"Now we just have to hope."
Aiming her crossbow, she says to Wes, "Hope?"
"As long as Angel doesn't start singing, we're safe."
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on 2004-06-19 09:51 pm (UTC)Safe isn't a word for this. No matter how scrupulous they are with condoms and how careful they are around the others, there is nothing safe about this.
And that, he knows, as she clenches around him and gasps, as he grips her wrists hard enough to all but feel the red marks forming under his hands, is what makes it so intense.
Is what gives it the power to pull his mind from... everything. Everything but her, hot and slick and tight. Wide eyes, mouth open, dragging in breath, sweat catching one strand of hair flat against her cheek.
Good Morning! Are you guys still on it?
on 2004-06-20 12:20 am (UTC)For her it was being stuck in a tiny closet with a neutered vampire. Hiding from a hell god in high heels. Her life sucked.
Spike did his best to make it suck even more, with being so close. And so muscular. And his breath hitting a spot right behind her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Oh, and he smelled kinda nice. With the leather and the smoke.
“Tiny closet… ” Buffy thought; “Need to snuggle a little closer.”
No choice there…
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on 2004-06-20 05:32 am (UTC)There were raised voices, which meant they were arguing again. Wesley hesitated outside the office with a sense of dread; he wasn’t sure Wolfram and Hart was ready for another hotly wrangled debate. Unfortunately the file in his hand wouldn’t wait. Neither would the clients, and, frankly, Wesley was looking forward to hearing Angel’s opinion on the boy’s abilities.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door, revealing the two vampires nose to nose and glaring. As one they turned towards him, and Wesley flinched. Here it came…
“Hey, Percy! Tell this ignorant bogtrotter why we’ve gotta have antidisestablishmentarianism.”
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on 2004-06-20 05:34 am (UTC)Re: Good Morning! Are you guys still on it?
on 2004-06-20 05:37 am (UTC)::bounce::
Go on, I dare you!
::smooch::
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on 2004-06-20 05:46 am (UTC)I'm not sure, but I think that might be cheating...
::heads to dictionary to look antidisestablishmentarianism up::
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on 2004-06-20 05:49 am (UTC)Re: Good Morning! Are you guys still on it?
on 2004-06-20 05:52 am (UTC)bogtrotter
::snorts::
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on 2004-06-20 05:54 am (UTC)Re: Good Morning! Are you guys still on it?
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on 2004-06-20 06:36 am (UTC)“Antidisestablishmentarianism? Where on earth did you hear that word, Xander?” Giles whips off his glasses, polishing them furiously.
“It was in my history book. What does it mean, Mr. Library-guy?” just the sound of the Watcher’s voice as it went into full-scale lecture mode was enough to fuel his fantasies.
“It is the political philosophy opposing the separation of church and state. An example would be the American custom of keeping all religious studies out of the classroom. Is that all?” he sighs.
“Yup. That’s it. Thanks Giles.” Xander skips out of the library, “catch you on the flip-side!”
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on 2004-06-20 07:10 am (UTC)With a start, Buffy jerked awake. “Um, yeah?”
“Have you anything to contribute?”
“Flip-side, yeah well the flip-sides got their name for being argumentative from them always like, seeing the flip-side of everything?”
“Miss Rosenberg?”
“Um, well philippics got its name from a style of oration filled with acrimonious invective used by Demosthenes when he denounced Philip, King of Macedon. To philippize is to support the cause of Philip—to be on Philip’s side.”
Willow turned to Buffy and mouthed a sorry at her; then up went her hand again as the professor moved to, “Sophistry”.
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on 2004-06-20 07:45 am (UTC)„Soff – hey, that’s watcher-speak. No fair.”
“Which just shows that I am right. There is no way that I’m allowing this.. Not only are you a minor, you are also very immature at times and your intellectual capabilities, or the lack thereof …”
“Hey! That I understood. And I’m offended, I might add! Look, Giles, all I want is a flamethrower. Just a tiny, little one. And I will only flame baddies with it. Promised.”
“Just a minute ago you argued that they’re really handy for Banana Flambees! Or for killing bugs with it!”
“Bugs so are baddies. Killjoy!”
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on 2004-06-20 01:20 pm (UTC)go into DTsdecide that Ineedwant to read a longish fic? Thanks.p.s. I also loved your Olivia drabble. Great stuff!
p.p.s. Did you ever find your G/Oz story? One person seemed to think that UST didn't count in a 'shipper story, so I'd like to know what you think. If it isn't what you want, let me know and I can try again for you with the big, sweaty man-sex.
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on 2004-06-20 01:27 pm (UTC)Um, but yeah, Corpus et Sanguis is here (http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=trkkr47&keyword=Corpus+et+Sanguis&filter=all), provided LJ memories are working again... if they're not, um... email me and I'll send you the whole file.
And... dude, you need IM. I want to chat with you, dang it. Because you are cool. ::pouts::
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on 2004-06-20 01:57 pm (UTC)Aww... Of course you do!
Corpus et Sanguis is here, provided LJ memories are working again.
I have it bookmarked, and all ready to read when I'm in the mood for a nice long one.
dude, you need IM. I want to chat with you, dang it. Because you are cool. ::pouts::
*laughing hard* No can do, I'm afraid. My mother stalks me enough as it is. If I had IM capability, and she had some way of knowing that I was on-line and simply not answering her emails? *shudder* My sister rues the day Mom learned how to IM, and has strongly warned me off it...
Ah, I envy those with technophobic parental units....
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