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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.

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[mefnord.livejournal.com]

Show me! That must be hilarious!

Uh, and another pairing:

Mr. Gordo/That Frog That Willow was Playing With in Season 1 (talking about Xander in the library)

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[janeway216.livejournal.com]

here's it, reposted.

One could say it started at the factory, that moment when the machines finished stuffing and stitching and a small pink pig dropped into the bin. But that was only the creation of the physical body; consciousness, life, soul did not arise until the moment when a small brunette girl with a destiny plucked the pig from the toy bin and said "He's mine."

Shortly afterward the pig received a name, Mr. Gordo, and life began. From the first he remembered, remembered the house in Los Angeles and all the shouting, the traumatic move to Sunnydale, all stuffed in a box, and various tall people bouncing in and out of the room that was his, and hers, his Girl. All of them he knew by name, even if they were just his own -- Red, Yellow, TwinkieMan -- and most he knew by personality.

Of late, however, there had been a newcomer, one Gordo had spent much of his spare time puzzling over. (Gordo shared several most admirable traits with Winnie the Pooh, not least of which was being stuffed with fluff, and while Gordo preferred not to think of himself as a fluff-brain, the sad fact remained that he was.) The newcomer was a small stuffed bear, one outfitted in pirate garb, sporting an eyepatch. A simple memento from TwinkieMan to Girl, Gordo knew -- Girl had made many squealing noises the night TwinkieMan presented her with the bear -- but the pig found himself obsessed with the bear, dwelling on exactly what made that bear so fascinating.

Until rather abruptly one day, as he sat in rapt contemplation, it came to him. The bear had no pants.

One had to admire a bear secure enough in its bearhood to gallivant about with no pants on. Bravery, and courageousness this willingness signified, but more to the point, it signified a lack of pants. Well enough Gordo knew what lay under pants, and now he found himself dwelling on the bear's bearhood. The soft, fine fur that lay between the bear's legs. The nearly right angle formed by the joining of the bear's legs to the bear's body.

Sternly Gordo told himself that he mustn't think about Girl's pirate bear this way. What would Girl say if she found out? What would TwinkieMan say if he found out? But as he told himself he mustn't think about the bear's bearhood anymore, he spent an exponential amount of time imagining what it would be like to feel the bear's bearhood, until one day a thought paraded its way across his brain like Vegas showgirls at the big revue.

He himself, Gordo, the pig, wasn't wearing any pants either.

Obviously this was a sign that he and the bear were a match made in heaven. After all, they had so much in common: a lack of pants. The realization made Gordo's insides feel all fluffy and light. (The fact that he was stuffed with fluff and therefore always felt fluffy and light inside did not occur to him.)

But how best to approach the bear? It might be holding out hope for that tart of a Rainbow Brite doll. Or it might have pledged itself to a life of celibacy. Gordo worried over this until some of his stitching loosened, stealing clandestine looks at the bear when he knew it wasn't looking.

Girl rather abruptly and rather inadventently solved Gordo's indecision as she was cleaning her room. Tidying her bed, she placed Gordo and the bear right next to one another, leaned comfortably against her pillows. Gordo turned to the bear, question on his felt lips, and found the bear was already giving him an answer.

The fur was soft.

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[doyle_sb4.livejournal.com]

That's the most aodrable thing ever.

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[mefnord.livejournal.com]

Oh, cute and a little sick at the same time! It can be done...

I bow before you.

::bows::