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nnyAnyone want anything?
I'm sitting here doing nothing, so if you want anything...
I'll upload music, write drabbles, answer questions, hand out hugs, do small dances, tell you how utterly wonderful you are... whatever you want. Now's the time to ask.
I will say, though, it's wise to comment asap because I have a tendency towards forgetting about these things in a hideous and neglectful manner, so later comments may not get a response. ¬_¬
ETA: I've been reminded of icon drabbles I still owe, and those are coming, I promise. I got stalled (Withnail is a difficult bastard) but they are coming.
I'm sitting here doing nothing, so if you want anything...
I'll upload music, write drabbles, answer questions, hand out hugs, do small dances, tell you how utterly wonderful you are... whatever you want. Now's the time to ask.
I will say, though, it's wise to comment asap because I have a tendency towards forgetting about these things in a hideous and neglectful manner, so later comments may not get a response. ¬_¬
ETA: I've been reminded of icon drabbles I still owe, and those are coming, I promise. I got stalled (Withnail is a difficult bastard) but they are coming.
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:17 pm (UTC)Pretty please? *puppy eyes*
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:19 pm (UTC)AND I WANT IT NOW.
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:26 pm (UTC)A drabble with...uh...you know...with the um...STUFF!
Or...broccoli cheese soup?
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:28 pm (UTC)Sé Lest (http://www.sendspace.com/file/t3utoe) by Sigur Ros
Three drabbles (http://villainny.livejournal.com/265984.html)
You are fabulous because you're cute and funny and enthusiastic about Disney and ridiculously fond of high heels, because you're intelligent and faintly intimidating, and more than usually persuasive.
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:34 pm (UTC)Brian had said it kinda a lot, tonight. See, there was all this nitrous... stuff (a moment where he got distracted watching his hand wave, like it was searching for the word for him), and then there had been that guy with the mushrooms, and these were not mushrooms like he knew mushrooms, man. These were mushrooms.
So far he'd said 'ooh' at the excellent sweepy plaster ceiling (dude, the world was smiling) and another 'ooh' at the lava lamp that was singing to him, a slightly longer 'ooooooh' at the observation window, 'cos that thing was screwy even when you could see the glass there, but this was totally the coolest ooh of all the oohs heretofore.
"Dude," said Brian reverently to the guy sitting with his feet up on one of the tables. "Dude, that Hats must love you."
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:40 pm (UTC)It was the first time Brian had looked uncertain so far, and Lilly grinned and poked him in the arm, almost spilling her exceedingly brightly coloured drink all over him.
"Sure! Bar's a genius."
She thought for a moment, then solemnly turned to the wood.
"Bar? You're a genius."
Brian adjusted the wide-brimmed black hat and grinned at her.
"You're sure I don't look Amish?"
"Nope. Totally am-less, I promise." She cocked her head to one side thoughtfully. "Y'know? I think we need one for your friend, too. What do you think best sets off a demon testicle?"
There was a small pop.
"...dude," said Brian, looking at the flower-bedecked bonnet, amazed. "She is a genius."
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:42 pm (UTC)*TANTRUMS*
(♥♥♥)
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:52 pm (UTC)Failing that, porn's always fun. :D
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:55 pm (UTC)There was a crash as the dining-room table hit the floor, then another as the door was flung open and smacked into the wall.
"NO NO NO NO NO!"
Wensleydale sighed long-sufferingly, and looked up at Brian's parents.
"Please may I be excused for a moment, Mr and Mrs Brian?"
He was almost drowned out by the thud of footsteps fleeing up the stairs.
"Thank you, Jeremy," said Brian's mum, much the same as she always did, and he nodded politely and swung his legs around so he could hop off his chair.
The painting that hung in the corner by the stairs was lop-sided, but Wensley didn't quite dare straighten it; he wasn't entirely sure that he was tall enough for such things, and his parents always went into conniptions when he touched anything important. Brian's parents were a little more relaxed (they really had to be, what with Brian) but it didn't do to tempt fate.
Brian's feet, as expected, were sticking out from under his bed. He hadn't quite got used to not being able to fit, yet.
"Brian?"
There was some wriggling, and a muffled word that made the tip of Wensleydale's ears turn pink, and the feet disappeared. A baleful eye glared at him from the darkness under the bed.
"Traitor."
"Am not," said Wensleydale indignantly.
"Are too. You're working with the enemy!"
"I am not. I'm just trying to make sure you get something to eat, that's hardly treachorous, is it? Being a traitor would be eating all your dinner while you were hiding under the bed, actually, and asking for your pudding."
A small grubby face moved a little further forward into the light.
"You wouldn't!"
"No," he answered, patiently. "I wouldn't. I'm here, aren't I?"
"But they're trying to poison me," Brian told him plaintively.
"They're really not. I mean - " a sudden thought struck him. "I mean, it's virtually pizza, isn't it?"
Brian stared at him suspiciously. "Pizza's less runny."
"That's what the bread's for, see? You've got the bread to make it less runny, and you've got cheese, and there's broccoli which is virtually almost like green pepper, which you have on pizza all the time."
"What about the tomato?"
"I don't know," said Wensleydale. "Put tomato ketchup in it, or something."
It made Brian come out from under the bed, at least. It was almost a shame that the sight of their child gleefully pouring tomato ketchup into his soup made Brian's parents determined never to serve it again.
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:56 pm (UTC)*cossets*
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:57 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:57 pm (UTC)Awesome!
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Date: 2006-09-08 06:59 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 06:59 pm (UTC):D
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-09-08 07:04 pm (UTC)Aaaaaand. Westley/Inigo. Did I already make you write that? I think I might have done. Oh, well, I'm unoriginal.
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:05 pm (UTC)(And you mean shooting fish?)
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:06 pm (UTC)(I might do. You squeed about Lucifer every so often. ♥)
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Date: 2006-09-08 07:08 pm (UTC)