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So... ::rubs hands together::

a. Theodore is back from holiday, and we've, uh, had some talks. There won't be two more sections of Thousandth Man, there will only be one.

b. Comm reccs of the day:

oceanfic for your Ocean's 11 fic needs (there's some really great stuff here),

aurgasm* for music and

pimpicons** for well, icons WTF, can't you read?

c.

nifra_idril proclaimed today Tell Someone You Heart Them Day and I was all, 'well, sheeet, are you lot feeling under-appreciated or summat?' Cos you know I think you're all fabulous, really. If you're feeling needy, drop me a comment and I will either profess my adoration or write you a wee drabbley thing. I think. Wait, this is how I wound up writing 45 drabbles two years ago. Uh, no. Okay, first twelve people get love or a drabble.

Good Omens 1, 2; Smallville 1; Greek Mythology 1; This Life 1; Lost 1; Harry Potter 1 (H/D); due South 1

d. So, why didn't anybody tell me about 24 before? Damn, talk about cracktastic. What's the Jack/Ronnie story?

e. Cookies for all the people who know what brilliant show

tarar based my default icon on. I was going to write some HP porn, but now I don't know. Somebody needs to get laid. Jesus, I just thought about Crowley trying to explain to Aziraphale why lust is considered a sin and then Aziraphale was all 'you don't hear people screaming Satan when they orgasm, do you?'*** It was v funny in my head at any rate.

*ding ding,

tarar,

applyingmyself and

qe2

**gacked from the lovely

silverakira

***Not that Aziraphale had much experience with what humans shouted when they climaxed, but he'd been around for a long time and he'd read a few tawdry romance novels in his day. None of them by Barbara Cartland though.

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Oh, absolutely. He probably inspired their author.

You angel. You absolute angel. And only 36 minutes after the request, too. Hearts are insufficient. *Sends you entire circulatory systems*.

Thank You.

Jason loved her once; Medea knows this. She knows that he revelled in her beauty and basked in the love that she gave him. She sacrificed for him: her father, her brother, kings, princess, no one was more worthy than him, and she knows. She has to know that she was once important to him; that she was once his world. She gave him children. She gave him a home and a hearth and children; she worshipped him. There was nothing she would not have done for him, but apparently that was not enough. Apparently he loved her, but he didn't love her *enough*. And so instead he betrayed her. And now he must pay.

She is sorry for the children, but she wants him to feel her pain.

He AND Crowley, probably - Pure, innocent waif and rascally jaded pirate/lord/captain/etc. No end of inspiration. (not that I´ve actually read any of those or know how they go or anything. Nope.)

You are very sweet. And for you, Lost...

It started when Hurley was little, the blood thing. It wasn't anything traumatic like a bloody nose or a cut finger, no, it was something much worse -- a show on National Geographic about lions. And the thing is, was, is, he's not sure, anyway, he liked lions when he was younger. The King of Jungle with all that hair, just like him, and lions made huge sounds, rowr and all that. And Hurley used to run around the house shouting 'rowr!' and being a cat and then there was this show on National Geographic and his dad let him watch it, even though his mom said no, cause it would give him nightmares. Hurley was so excited about the show and he sat on the sofa with his dad, watching this show about lions and he saw the baby lions and the mom lion and the daddy lion, and then he saw the mom lion kill a zebra.

And there was a lot of blood.

And he hasn't been right since.

Aziraphale shuffled his papers in annoyance. (1) 'You don't hear people crying out 'Oh, Satan!' when they orgasm, now do you?'

Behind his sunglasses, Crowley blinked. (2) 'Angel, I don't suppose you'd tell me, but I feel the need to ask anyway -- exactly how do you know what humans cry out when they come?'

'Come where?'

Crowley frowned. 'Don't be deliberately obtuse with me, it's not becoming.' (3)

'You're the one who said humans were coming somewhere,' Aziraphale pointed out.

Crowley frowned for a moment and then his lips slipped into a rather sly grin. It was the sort of grin that made elderly women cross the street and caused parents to keep their children home from school. 'If this is your way of trying to trick me into talking dirty to you -- all you had to do was ask. What exactly would you like for me to tell you about, sucking cock or what it feels like when --'

Aziraphale slapped a hand over Crowley's mouth. 'That's quite enough of that, thank you.'

'But I haven't even begun,' Crowley said although with his mouth covered over it sounded more like 'Bum, oh you have a large one.'

'I read about it somewhere, if you must know,' Aziraphale said, yanking his hand away when he felt a wet forked tongue licking his palm. 'I would never experience that myself, all that fluid and sweat seems quite unnatural and unclean.'

Crowley's omnipresent smirk reappeared. 'Only if it's done right. Care to give it a go?'

1. Angels didn't get annoyed. Or cross. On occasion they were known to get tetchy but this only generally occured when people wanted to touch their feathers.

2. Well, not so much blinked as did that strange eye thing that frogs and other amphibians do on occasion.

3. Not that Crowley found the angel becoming. Or that becoming. Unless he was about to become something else, but that's a story for another time.

heee! Oh! Adoration for the mental image of little fro headed hurley running around roaring. Priceless. *grins herself back into her own little world*

I missed my chance for a drabble or love. But the romance novel quote made me laugh.

One should never click before inserting the drabble. Ahem.

There was clearly something with wrong Potter. No one else seemed to see it except Draco, or rather no one else seemed willing to admit that they were seeing it except Draco, but Draco was nothing if not attentive to Potter and he knew something was off when Potter collapsed, passed out, fainted, bloody well swooned in Potions.

If Potter had been partnering Longbottom it would've made more sense, or sense full stop, but they weren't even doing anything remotely dangerous and then Potter just passed out and chaos ensued.

The Weasel did nothing remotely helpful, instead he threatened people with his wand as though somebody had had the good-sense to off Potter with a potion, and the mudblood, well, of course she would go over all girl-like with her shrieking and accusations, but at least she tried to wake Potter up.

Of course it was Professor Snape who reluctantly summoned a bit of Pepper Up Potion to get Potter off the ground, but was it was established that Potter hadn't been poisoned everyone went about their business as though nothing had happened at all. But Draco, Draco wasn't fooled. Something was very wrong, if Potter wasn't even fit for class however would Draco be able to kill him during the war?

Please you know I love you like a fat kid loves cake. Whatchu want, woman?

You've got to be kidding me. That ain't a drabble! That's the beginning of a fic!

::prods fic opening::

::listens to it squeal::

Hmmm.

Aw nostalgia. This Life was my Dawson's Creek. *g*

You're fabulous. And wonderful. And awesome.

Thank you!

Fraser likes to lick things; Ray knows this, but he draws the line at Fraser licking his glasses. Why couldn't Fraser have licked something helpful, like a popsicle or snow, or hell, him? It's not polite to snatch things, Ray learned that in elementary school, but that's just -- that's gross.

"Fraser. I know what you did, but please tell me you just didn't do what I think you just did to my glasses."

"It's only a little saliva, Ray, and I did it in order to--"

Ray held his glasses between gloved fingers with disgust. "I do not care why you did what you did, just don't do it again."

Fraser rubbed his eyebrow, but Ray wasn't letting him off that easily. "Ray, I think that if you would just let me explain--"

"You're a freak, you know that? I mean here we are, trapped out east of Bumblefuck and you just need something to lick so bad that you lick my glasses? Fraser, that's not buddies."

"Ray, the moisture was simply to prevent the lenses from fogging --"

Fraser was talking, but Ray wasn't listening, because his glasses had Fraser!spit on'em and that was just not cool at all. What had Ray ever done to Fraser ot cause that. He'd been his partner; he'd come to look for Franklin's frickin hand. He's eaten pemmican and oats and all kinds of healthy stuff, and this was the thanks he got? "If you were so interested in lickin' something you coulda licked me. I wouldn't've minded that, but you licked my glasses, Fraser, and I gotta put those on and now -- now you didn't hear me say any of that."

Fraser blinked, and then he licked his bottom lip. And Ray swallowed.

Well, he'd asked for it.

This Life was my Dawson's Creek. *g*

Me too! Me too! ::hops around like crackhead:: Miles! Anna! Egg!

Some people need to learn to keep their tongues to themselves (http://www.livejournal.com/users/hackthis/280038.html?thread=5418982#t5418982)

Glasses! *loves*

I love this like Hurley loves candy bars.

I actually think I might use this as a jump-off for that tent!porn that

tarar wanted.

omg, you even did footnotes. rock.

um. tent!porn? okay. I call beta duties.

Coming soon to a California city near you!!!!

I have never seen The Forsaken, but I am wracking my brain on the Remus/Sirius, because that's like hard friggin work for me you know o_O

And by "Sirius" do you mean "Severus"? *g* If it starts doing your head in, don't worry about it. :)

So Theodore will be making a final appearance?

Lovely.

OMFG SQUEE.

Oh my poor brain -- I mourn, for lo, she is ded.

"If you were so interested in lickin' something you coulda licked me. I wouldn't've minded that, but you licked my glasses, Fraser, and I gotta put those on and now -- now you didn't hear me say any of that."

Dude, I am evol? You are evoller. For leaving it. Right there.

Unless of course you wrote the tent!porn.

Because then I would love you.

So much.

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