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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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Wot no Cordangel?!
on 2004-06-21 08:36 am (UTC)If Angel had any curtains open, morning sunlight would be flooding the room. As it is, he can only feel the sun outside, that sense that all vampires have. Cordy languidly moves beside him, on the edge of waking, and murmurs something sleepily. He drops a kiss on her forehead and pats her hair softly.
He holds on to her, savoring the moment, prolonging it. Downstairs, a new day begins, but up here they have time for all the works and days of hands and other parts besides.
Angel wakes, the scent of Cordelia in his bed only an illusion.
Re: Wot no Cordangel?!
on 2004-06-21 08:55 am (UTC)Re: Wot no Cordangel?!
on 2004-06-21 09:10 am (UTC)Cordelia/Doyle
on 2004-06-21 09:42 am (UTC)Overhead, somewhere in the eternal ether of the afterlife, Doyle watches over his princess. She’s in pain, and he can’t comfort her. Worse yet, he is the cause of her misery. Without words, he voices a silent request.
Send someone to help her. Please.
He never expects it to be answered in the form of a Rogue Demon Hunter.
NEXT: Malcolm (the robot from "I Robot, You Jane")/BuffyBot
Re: Wot no Cordangel?!
on 2004-06-22 01:59 pm (UTC)"No, ew! Nekkid Wesley is not my idea of heaven."
Doyle grins and pokes her in the belly as she squirms in distaste. "Bet you want to peek in on Angel though don't you now?"
"Give me that remote you spud-kicking pervert." She makes a grab for the controls and nearly falls off the sofa.
Hey," says Doyle, and holds it up just out of reach. "Racial slurs, not cool."
Cordelia tickles him into submission and turns off the tv. “It's my afterlife and I'll slur if I want to.”
Next up: Wishverse Cordy and Birthdayverse Cordy