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This is a smallish fic thing. Someone asked me for a milliways thing, possibly parke_matru, and then I got bunnied, and then I was a bit sleep-deprived, and it's over in millirific.

Aziraphael/Crowley, and Bernard/Tonks, but very much a PG.

Babysitting

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Dum de dum. TODAY I WILL BE WORKING. If you see me online before about nine, YELL AT ME. And if you see me online after, YELL AT ME. And then I'll tell you I'm writing. And if I do? Insist I prove it. Because I DO NOT have time to be randomly unproductive, any more.

And now I must beclothe and away.

Toodlepip!

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copinggoggles is a genius, I am merely her bitch. ;)







*laughs like Errol Flynn*





ETA: Also, to avoid spam:

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Shotgun of Moderation.

Get yours.

Seems... strangely appropriate...

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Okay, yes, spam. Just...



...I have a neck thing.









That, by the way, is detail from the cover of the copy of Bulfinch's Mythology that I just bought, along with Ianesco's Rhinoceros and Lamb. Ji? Corrupting me? Whyever would you say that?

So a request for spam. Got any neck pics? Or... well, tasty pictures in general, actually. Or pretty icons. Or anything. The SKY is so GREY! I need shiny things.