Melle: Anyway, I still don't think anything can top the Justin/Eminem story where they call each other "JuJu" and "Marchie".
Twi: ... MARCHIE?? On the one hand, I'm somewhat awed to see how hard that author obviously worked to come up with a sickeningly-cutsie nickname for "Marshall." On the other. Um. God. As in, there is no God when Eminem!Sap exists in the world.
Twi: Well, at least she didn't use "Marsha."
Melle: I kinda wrote Em!Sap. And eek! *Em wanders by in drag, carrying curtains and paint* I don't want to know, don't want to know. Marshall! My brain does not need redecorating!
(LJ comments on crack)
Melle: HEY! No mocking my speech patterns! :p
Melle: *shakes fish*
Melle: Er.
Melle: FIST!
(AIM)
Slashy FOTR blather. Because my inner fangirl has awoken and bears great resemblence to the Balrog's second cousin, Fred.
(Amy; LJ)
CC: Okay, now I can't wait to get home so we can RP Fred and Harry and Fred and Lee!
Melle: Me neither! We are such dorks.
CC: Oh, yeah, we are.
(Conversation in the cinema café.)
Bastard!
(CC, upon seeing boy-I-think-is-Adrian)
I have seen a picture of your breasts. You are not very scary.
(Elfie; phone)
I am like the Force[**]. I have a light side, and a dark side, and I hold the universe together.
** Or, possibly, like duct tape.
(Me; LJ)
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Oh, wow. Really and truly? Someone is sick and twisted. In all the wrong ways. Wow.
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...which I now want to pop-cast. GodDAMMIT, Melle!
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