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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

Spike/Fred

[vampedvixen.livejournal.com]

“You tried,” Spike told her, trying to keep his own spirits up after another attempt to recorporealize him had failed. “Done more than anyone else in this joint to help me. Shouldn’t be beating yourself up over it.”

Fred took her protective eyewear and lab coat off, and tried to turn away. She couldn’t face him. Not when she knew that her inadequate brain would never find the answer they were searching for. After a moment of silence she whispered, “I just want to be able to touch you, hold you. I love you, and I can’t even touch you.”

NEXT: Angelus, laughter.

Angelus, laughter

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Her body was heavy against him. Quickly, he slashed his wrist with the glass he’d kept in for weeks, waiting for the perfect time.

Angelus caressed her blonde hair as he watched Destiny change. Blood ran, quickly building a small bridge between his arm and her lips.

He closed her eyes reverently, not bothered by his own softness, and remembered her last word. “Why?”

Angelus had laughed, let her feel it against her neck. “A fairytale gone wrong,” he had whispered, licking the skin. “But ever-afters still win.” Next he bit down and held her until she fell against him.

Re: Angelus, laughter

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

Next?

Re: Angelus, laughter

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Oz, plastic bag (because I love that story)

what story? um, this is probably wrong

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

Flip-turns crinkling and it’s so beautiful. The wind catches it and carries it twisting in a tiny whirlwind dancing, with leaves as a chorus that crackle and circle. Wind whips it up and sets it down and spins it round and it is filled with gorgeous borrowed energy. A demonstration of an unseen world that runs around the edges.

She notices him staring somewher, elsewhere. “Oz?”

“Yeah?”

“What are you looking at?”

“Bag.” Oz gestures towards something offscreen. “It’s cool.”

“Huh, okay.”

“Come on,” he says and wraps an arm around his girl. “We’ll be late for class.”

Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong

[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

(psst, next?)

Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong

[leni-ba.livejournal.com]

Really good, really Oz. Thanks.

Also, what story? WHAT story?! Sorry, I get sensitive about my favs. dark fic (http://www.eterniata.com/plasticbag.html) and while you're at it read Our House (http://www.eterniata.com/p_authors.html) too. ;)

Re: what story? um, this is probably wrong

[dodyskin.livejournal.com]

Righty ho--off to read. oh and doyle, if you really need another pairing? Um...

um...

ummmmmmm

Oz/inanimate object take two: pencils