So, I saw the Vanilla for $5 thing and practically fell over in my chair. This is the chance I've always wanted to RAF some toons! So, I'm looking for someone fun and friendly to RAF with - you recruit me, my server, I dualbox us through instances with my main to make everything superfast~ Timezone: EST Server: Steamwheedle Cartel, Horde. We're an RP server and generally friendly. Our trade ...
... future. I know I'm going to keep playing. I know I found a loop hole, and I like the way it looks, and I'm going to keep coming back to it. I know I'll cheat on him again. I practically already did with Sam, but I haven't thought about that at all which maybe says something about my feelings on that whole situation. I feel bad for tugging Sam along. Half the time I think he's kinda cute, and I'm ...
... and just call it a day. We left my friends house around 9:15, and the race started at 10AM. Note for future: Leave a lot earlier. We spent thirty minutes trying to find parking, and I had to practically spring the half mile from my car to the parking lot. I didn't have pins for my race number, and I had gotten separated from my friend while parking, so I was basically up shits creek without a ...
... a few funny looks, no one had questioned his presence. He decided, if asked, he’d say he was a concerned parishioner. It could work. He was mulling over other potential covers when Agent Evans practically hurled herself out of the elevator beyond the nurses station. The blond woman looked around sharply and, upon catching sight of him, made a bee line down the hall. “How is he?” she asked, ...
... somewhere incase I ever forgot any I gave. The only reasons for living in NI are food related: Proper wheaten, soda farls and potato bread. OM NOM NOM. The first time I plucked my eyebrows, I practically plucked the whole lot off. When I went to school the next day (hands over eyebrows, you know, to not draw attention to myself), Maxie thought I looked a bit different, but couldn’t spot what ...
Fic: Surrender 1/1 By: Fasciculations Word count: 1660 Rating: NC17 Pairing or major characters: Cassidy/Adam Warning: A little power struggle Notes: This was written for the Thanksgiving dollar drive for Donors Choose, thank you to the very generous [info]bdr28 who bid on this. I hope you like it, bb!
Fic: Surrender 1/1 By: Fasciculations Word count: 1660 Rating: NC17 Pairing or major characters: Cassidy/Adam Warning: A little power struggle Notes: This was written for the Thanksgiving dollar drive for Donors Choose, thank you to the very generous bdr28 who bid on this. I hope you like it, bb!
... know why we couldn't hold the men, too (Dan was particularly on my mind, I think because awake!me knows I owe him financial records for CWM's Council meeting this Sunday). Tiffany came back, and I practically jumped into her arms and hugged her hard I was so glad to see her, and she was glad to see me too. And then we shifted scenes and I agreed to some sort of vocational discernment meeting. ...
...’s, they sell it at the supermarket next to the hair conditioner.” Devon’s smile was dangerous like something feral, all white around the edges with no fairness in her soul at all. “You practically glow .” -- Fool’s climbed the woodpile again, was Granny’s only statement before she handed him two bottles and said nothing else. So he went outside and walked around until he found a pile of ...
... same time, curious. It took a lot to break down the walls the ex-President had constructed. Ellen knew the ability to keep her guard up was something Laura had refined to perfection. She'd practically made indifference an art form. She was that type of woman. Her head slightly fuzzy, Ellen found a welcome relief in the calm satisfaction that radiated through her body. She watched Laura as she ...
