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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

Re: Drabble tag!

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

I'm amazed you managed to make this pairing work *g* Next up?

Re: Drabble tag!

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

My muse is crazy and taken with UCs, I just don't write them a lot. and oops, sorry.

Buffy/Angelus, keys

Re: Drabble tag!

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

It was the first gift he'd ever given her, not counting the silver cross he'd handed to her when they'd first met. A red key-ring, with a big heart on it, and the words 'love means never having to say you're sorry.' It had still had the 99c sticker on the back when she'd slid it onto her house key next to the small Mickey Mouse her mom had bought her in DisneyLand when she was seven. It wasn't worth anything, but it meant everything. And now she has to go and kill him. And she's not sorry any more.

Next: Connor/Angel

Re: Drabble tag!

[invaderwitch.livejournal.com]

"I want you to remember, that whatever happens, I love you. Angel loves you."

Connor knows what the implications of removing his father's soul are, at least he can imagine, if all Holtz told him was true. And deep inside, despite everything that has changed, he still believes all of it.

Angel has taken this time to come to his room, to tell him goodbye, even if he doesn't use the word. For the first time, Connor reaches out, pulls his real father towards him in a tight embrace.

He doesn't want to let go, knows he has to. Knows the next time they meet, it may be when he is killing Angelus.

I love you, too. He thinks, pressing his lips to Angel's chest. Goodbye.

(-is so running out of pairings- uh... human spike/angel after series finale)

Human Spike/Angel Post-Finale

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

When the world has gone to sleep, Angel stay awake watching over them, protecting them, still trying to fight the good fight. Even though he knows that its useless, even when the Shanshu has already been claimed. By Spike of all people. It wasn’t fair, but then again when had his life ever been fair.

Spike walks over to him on the building ledge, “Haven’t seen you in a bit. Miss me?”

“Spike, get out of here,” Angel feels his hands forming fists, but refuses to show his full force.

“No. Cause for some reason, I missed you. Strange, huh?”

Next: Angel. Father's Day.

Angel. Father's Day.

[monique-chan.livejournal.com]

Angel sat alone in a small dark room with a bottle of fire-whiskey in the hopes of forgetting what day it was. Unfortunately he had yet to succeed. Today was father's day and he had no one to spend it with.

Well he mused, that wasn't completely true, there was Connor. It wasn't fair, Connor was suppose to be his, but Connor already had a dad.

Noticing that the bottle was almost empty, Angel left the room for another bottle. He was quite surprised to see a small package by the door addressed to him...

It seemed Connor didn't completely forget about him after all.

Next: Giles/Joyce

Giles/Joyce

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

Giles looked up in surprise to see Joyce Summers push through the library doors, looking around curiously. He straightened his jacket and came out from behind the counter. “Mrs. Summers, I hadn’t expected you.”

She looked him in the eye. “After what we’ve been through I think we’re on a first name basis, don’t you, Rupert?”

He flushed. “Yes, quite.”

Walking to the table, she turned and sat up on it. “Want to know my middle name?”

“Joyce, have you found more band chocolate?”

“No. Just my courage.” And, gripping his tie, she pulled him in for a kiss.

Whoops

[sadbhyl.livejournal.com]

Joyce/Spike next, please

Joyce/Spike

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

It begun somewhere after he was granted access to her house. Joyce would notice how he walked through the house. She looked as he lifted the bags she needed help bringing from the car.

It’s ridiculous, Joyce knows. She has heard everything about mid-life crisis, has seen Hank run with a girl half his age. But this is ridiculous. Joyce laughs at the thought of Spike being the reckless young man he portrays; she isn’t even sure if she is half his age.

But that won’t stop her from asking him to carry the ‘too heavy’ bags into the kitchen.



Next: Anya, Cordelia

Giles/Joyce

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

They took comfort in each other the summer Buffy ran away, later they would deny that fact. Joyce was still angry at the secrecy he had kept from her. He had known her daughter was the slayer, that her daughter was risking her life every night, while she had been kept out of the loop. He had said it was to protect her and Buffy both, still she hated that part of him. Though as she snuggled up close to him and let him wipe tears from her eyes, it didn’t matter. They both needed someone during those long nights.

NEXT: Pylea. Buffy.

Giles/Joyce

[jedi-penguin.livejournal.com]

“I don’t. I blame you.”

Joyce’s words hit him like blows. No, more like knife thrusts, each slashing his skin and lodging deep in his flesh.

He wishes he could deny culpability for Buffy’s absence, but he can’t. God help him, but he knows it’s his fault.

He’d been so sure, so certain that it was Jenny. She would save him, he could forgive her for her lies, and they could live happily ever after.

Or… Drusilla could play upon his weakness, trick him into waking Acathla, destroying Buffy’s life and driving her away.

Yes, he blamed himself as well.


Riley/Jonathan, "Superstar"-verse

Riley/Jonathan

[lasultrix.livejournal.com]

"Always happy to give a helping hand to the armed forces." Jonathan smiled indulgently at the team. "However, it's been a long day, and I do fly out to UN headquarters early tomorrow. Is my room prepared?"

Riley straightened his back. "Yessir."

“Excellent. You can accompany me there, Agent Finn; we have matters to discuss. In private.”

Panicking inwardly, Riley tried to keep his face blank. A homosexual come-on in front of his fellow soldiers? What could he do?

His expression cleared as he noticed the slack-jawed envy in the faces of all the men around him. Riley smiled. “Yessir.”

Next: Groo