[HIATUS]

[windandwater]

This is it. I'm leaving the house in a little bit to go to the hotel, so I'm pretty much going to be absent from LJ and online for the rest of the week. Even if the hotel has free wireless, I think I'll be too stressed out to take advantage of it.

As I did last time, this is now A TOTAL SPAM POST.

Run wild, people. Link me to anything you want me to see or read, babble endlessly, RP in here, or -- and Mikke did this once and holds the spamming title in my LJ for it -- post all your fic here. XD! I approve of cat macros and pictures of cute animals. I also approve of smutty pr0n (fics and art yayz), and cuddly domesticity (fics and art yayz). Go ahead and try to break my e-mail, and give me much love.

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EDIT...

It's 2pm and I just wanted to tell everyone that I'm checked in and such. And the internets are not free. ;__; But I've got one day of it so I will see if Trickster works.

Oh, and...

ONLY 15 COMMENTS?! I SAID TO SPAM. SPAM LIKE YOU MEAN IT.

Comments

Re: Why change a winning formula?

[mikkeneko.livejournal.com]

“You’re still the best undercover sniper we have!” Draco assured her. “And in fact, we have word that there’s a politician in the Ukraine that needs a rival taken out. Now, the Cap’n told me to ask you—specially—if you feel up to it.”

Patrice stared incredulously. “You can’t mean that,” she protested halfheartedly.

“We dor, we dor!” Dog chimed in enthusiastically. “You’re the greatest, Patry, und everyone at ther House knows your can do it!”

“Especially me!” Draco supported.

“Und me,” the hellhound said, not to be outdone, giving Draco a look which had turned many lesser men into little piles of gore on the carpet.

Patrice sniffled again, and then began to laugh. “You guys are just the greatest!” she exclaimed, and held out her bandaged arms.

“Group hug!” Draco cried, and grabbed the woman in an enthusiastic embrace. Dog’s tentacles wrapped around them both.

“So get well soon,” Draco instructed sternly, giving her unbandaged hand a possessive pat. “We’ll look for you at the next sing-a-long. Dog here is going to bring in a baatezu to throw on the campfire—it should make really nice fireworks.”

“Herr,” Dog objected as he started towards the door. “Those things ern’t as easy ter get as you’rd think.”

“Bye, guys!” Patrice called cheerfully after them, and turned back to the task of getting well, so that she could get back to her buddies at the House of Eternal Affliction, and back into the good graces of IT.