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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 2004-06-20 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.
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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