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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 05:52 pm (UTC)She is on her back, on the desk.
" Killed the white haired one first, did you? You don't seem so tough now, do you Blue?"
As he has his way with her, most of him still knows that she is stronger- in spite of the power that they have taken from her, she could still send him across the room with a swift kick. He wonders why she doesn't bother to.
He always imagined it would be Wesley who eventually bent to her desire to know the ways of physical love. But the bastard could be so stubborn.
His loss.
Spike can't help but grin a bit, imagining good old Head Boy's face when he tells him.
(Wesley/Gunn, maybe?)
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 07:52 pm (UTC)He's not gay. He's not gay. He'snotgay. How many times does he have to say that to himself before the rest of him gets it? Lusting after your best friend is wrong, especially if he's a guy. And not gay.
Gunn had never had this problem before. Never looked over to one of his gang and wondered how he'd look without his pants on. It's wrong and sick and everything Gunn isn't, because Gunn is 100% heterosexual American male. So why is he wondering what Wesley would look like without his pants on?
He really needs to get a girlfriend.
(Anything with Lorne)
Lorne
on 2004-06-20 08:17 pm (UTC)Lorne got into this world decades too late. He’s all about the love and peace and that’s exactly what he can’t get. Oh, there’s music and that makes life bearable. There’s that anti-violence spell he’s so fond of, makes his line of work much easier.
But nothing stops Angel & Co. from interrupting his life. Lorne already feels like a china shop, the laughs at ‘home’ made him quite sensitive, but that’s no reason for Angel’s problems to be the bull.
Lorne watches as love and peace flee leaving him alone with his music.
It sounds a little like good-bye.
Next: Cordelia, Willow, Xander
Re: Lorne
on 2004-06-21 07:04 am (UTC)He’s stupid. Always has been, but this is something special. Überstupid.
How could he fall in love with Cordelia? Cordelia’s gorgeous, but only on the outside. She’s someone to feel up, not to develop feelings for. Only a moron would fall in love with Queen C.
How could he become attracted to Willow? He’s loved her for most of her life, but he’s never found her pretty. Someone to pal around with, not fool around with. The best friend anybody could ever hope to find, and only Xander the Idiot would risk that friendship for a kiss.
Yep, he’s stupid.
Next: Giles/Larry, Wishverse
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-20 08:30 pm (UTC)Gunn fell into his seat, mouth falling open in surprise. Wesley just looked shell-shocked.
"How could...that's WHACK."
"It wasn't...you don't need to villify her, Gunn. I understand. Our lives aren't made for some people. Some of us are meant to be alone, I suppose."
Shaking his head, Gunn put his hand over Wes's, squeezing it gently.
"Thing is, English, you ain't alone. I'm here."
Wesley's smile was guarded and hollow.
"Don't worry, Wes," Gunn said softly, removing Wesley's glasses, leaning in to kiss the other man. "I'll take care of you."
Next: Willow/Spike
Re: Drabble tag!
on 2004-06-21 03:32 am (UTC)I love it. Two Wes/Gunn's at once, and use of the phrase "that's whack."
This whole drabble thing is too sweet.
Willow/Spike
on 2004-06-21 10:09 am (UTC)So she went to Spike. He had no reason to lie.
“So Wolf-Boy left?”
She nodded forlornly.
“Shame. Pretty girl like you and he runs away.” His eyes took a far-away look. “Guess everyone is leaving their better halves with no good cause.”
Drusilla. She watched Spike for a long time. “Misery loves company, don’t you think?” she finally said
He smiled knowingly. Willow blushed when it struck how propositioning that sounded. Then she awkwardly scrambled away. It had been exactly what she’d meant.
Next: Veruca