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Stolen from [livejournal.com profile] 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.

on 2004-06-20 06:46 pm (UTC)
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Trekker already beat me to this, but this pairing was bugging me all through dinner. I wrote it in my head, and after spending almost twenty minutes beating an extra five words out of it, I have to post it.


It wasn’t personal. It was a physiological reaction, one outside his control.

He’d played too many dominance games in his twenties. His body was well trained to react to pain. (Too well, perhaps.) It was thinking of Ethan, or Diedre, or a dozen other Doms from his checkered past. Not of this creature. Never of him.

“So, you like that, do you Rupes?” A hand groped the tent in his trousers, cold even through the fabric. “Can’t have that now.” Angelus threw away his flogger, instrument of damnable pleasure, and grabbed Giles’ fingers. “Let’s see what this does for you.”


No pairing; look to Trekker for Giles/Ethan

on 2004-06-22 08:55 am (UTC)
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I hope I'll do instead . . .

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They weren’t children anymore.

Now when Ethan came to his bed, they both were fully aware of the ramifications.

When their mouths came together, they spoke of experience both of them had gained in their twenty years apart.

Hands explored bodies no longer young and hard, muscles now hidden under the softer layers of age.

The feelings were different now, too. The rage was gone, all the youthful frustration and resentment that they had taken out on each other.

What was left was understanding. And a reminder of how far they had both come.

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Dru/Ethan, please!

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