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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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Buffy/Xander
on 2004-06-20 12:38 pm (UTC)She manages not to think about it for all of four hours, through the search for the zookeeper...and then the fight with the zookeeper after he turns into Evil-Hyena-Guy.
When she gets home that night she can't hide from it any longer. Steps into the shower's boiling spray but can't wash away the memory of his hands on her wrists, her thighs, the weight of his body pressing her back against the vending machine.
The bruises from his rough, demanding fingers are gone, but her shoulders are still dotted with harsh bitemarks, and when she reaches down to touch herself she can still feel him inside.
Next: Holtz slashed with anyone
Re: holtz
on 2004-06-20 12:56 pm (UTC)He's back now, fresh from the hunt, peeling the bloody clothing away from sweat-gleaming skin. He moves across the dirt-floor towards him.
"Daddy." He breathes.
Holtz wonders vaguely, as usual, if he will go to Hell for this. But when Stephen's lips press tenderly against his, he realizes it doesn't matter.
They're already in Hell.
(william, after killing mum)
William, after killing mum
on 2004-06-20 02:03 pm (UTC)Oh, William, you're so...tender...a limp, sentimental fool...
Her words still resounding through his mind, he fell to his knees in the midst of the wrecked parlour and cried out imploringly.
"Mother!"
The click click of his dark princess's shoes on the wooden floor behind him roused him from his torment, but he remained knelt as she approached. Loathe to let her see him so unmanned...limp, sentimental fool...he turned his face from her when she crouched beside him. Her lace-shrouded hand stroked his wet cheek.
"Shh, my sweet" Drusilla crooned. "Mummy's here."
Next: Wesley/Justine
wes/justine
on 2004-06-20 04:52 pm (UTC)He has the power. He has the weapons, while she is in chains.
He holds over her the ever-popular threat of "taking away the bucket."
Only one other man has ever made her feel so vulnerable, and now he is in Hell, probably dead. She hated and loved him the way she hates Wesley- but she has to respect him. Even if she'll die before saying it out loud.
As he drags her from her cage, with a mutter about going on "a boat ride", she wonders if they had met in another life- one where her sister was still alive, and Holtz had never had cause to find her- if she might have willingly let him chain her up...
(-drags this out of her ass- Angel/Skip)
That was a hard one!
on 2004-06-22 11:03 am (UTC)NEXT: Oz/Nina
Oz/Nina
on 2004-06-22 11:48 am (UTC)Oz shrugged. "Just figured it out for myself."
"Huh." Nina felt melodramatic now. Though she was getting the feeling everybody would feel melodramatic around Oz. "I suppose it is kinda logical, when you look at it that way."
Oz shrugged again.
Nina decided to change tack. "You know, I'm not used to straightforward men."
"Angel." Oz nodded. "Complex guy."
"So, Oz, how do you feel this date is going?"
“It’s promising.”
Next: Fred/Faith