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For some unknown reason I keep putting off link dumps, oh well.
John Barrowman showing off his beefcake. May not be safe for work!
Drabble-matic: Wish someone would write your obscure OTP? Can't be bothered to finish your Springkink prompt? Have time to kill? Collect up your best adverbs and have a crack at it!
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Wreck-Gar and Rodimus went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Wreck-Gar hit Rodimus in his finger with a big unknowable iceball. It hurt a lot, but Wreck-Gar kissed it confusingly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really glowing snow man!" Wreck-Gar said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Rodimus said. "That would be more roughened and politically correct."
"I know," Wreck-Gar said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up teasingly and made a chipped snow cat. Wreck-Gar put on a bangle for the knee. The cat was almost as big as Rodimus.
"It looks lacquered," Wreck-Gar said mercilessly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Rodimus said and held up a junk'd texta. "I found this under the stairs." He put the texta onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bar maid with a bad hangover.
Rodimus screamed deeply and ran but the snow cat chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat lifted him hungrily.
"Nobody does that to my little Painted Television," Wreck-Gar screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the belly button. It fell down and Wreck-Gar kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Rodimus said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The texta lay in the yard until a metallic child picked it up and took it home.
Dr. Watson's Inner Monologue by Elina & Katri: A Sherolock Holmes fan comic in which Holmes and Watson are epically emotionally stupid but it all kinda works out. The art style is very pretty and it is impeccably worded. (PG-13, Slash)
Winner of Miss Poledance Australia 2006:
I never thought I'd use the words 'artistic' and 'poledance' in conjunction but this vid showed me otherwise. The dancer has recently signed a contract with Cirque du Soleil in Vegas!
Growing Up Cullen: The meme that swept the snarky corners of the intertubes. What was Edward Cullen doing for all those years he wasn't having sex? Scrapbooking and complaining about the other Cullens!
John Barrowman showing off his beefcake. May not be safe for work!
Drabble-matic: Wish someone would write your obscure OTP? Can't be bothered to finish your Springkink prompt? Have time to kill? Collect up your best adverbs and have a crack at it!
It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Wreck-Gar and Rodimus went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Wreck-Gar hit Rodimus in his finger with a big unknowable iceball. It hurt a lot, but Wreck-Gar kissed it confusingly and then it was all better.
Then they decided to make a snow man.
"We'll make a really glowing snow man!" Wreck-Gar said.
"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" Rodimus said. "That would be more roughened and politically correct."
"I know," Wreck-Gar said. "We can make a snow cat. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."
So they rolled the snow up teasingly and made a chipped snow cat. Wreck-Gar put on a bangle for the knee. The cat was almost as big as Rodimus.
"It looks lacquered," Wreck-Gar said mercilessly. "But it seems like it's missing something."
"Here," Rodimus said and held up a junk'd texta. "I found this under the stairs." He put the texta onto the cat's head.
It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the cat, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like a bar maid with a bad hangover.
Rodimus screamed deeply and ran but the snow cat chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow cat lifted him hungrily.
"Nobody does that to my little Painted Television," Wreck-Gar screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow cat through the belly button. It fell down and Wreck-Gar kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.
"You saved me!" Rodimus said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.
The texta lay in the yard until a metallic child picked it up and took it home.
Dr. Watson's Inner Monologue by Elina & Katri: A Sherolock Holmes fan comic in which Holmes and Watson are epically emotionally stupid but it all kinda works out. The art style is very pretty and it is impeccably worded. (PG-13, Slash)
Winner of Miss Poledance Australia 2006:
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I never thought I'd use the words 'artistic' and 'poledance' in conjunction but this vid showed me otherwise. The dancer has recently signed a contract with Cirque du Soleil in Vegas!
Growing Up Cullen: The meme that swept the snarky corners of the intertubes. What was Edward Cullen doing for all those years he wasn't having sex? Scrapbooking and complaining about the other Cullens!