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. -- Unknown, on feedback
BTS List - That's why he goes bad, you know -- all the good people hit him on the head or try to shoot him and constantly mistrust him, while there's this vast cohort of minions saying, We wouldn't hurt you, Lex, and we'll give you power and greatness and oh so much sex...
Wow. That was scary. Lex is like Jesus in the desert.
-- pricklyelf, on why Lex goes bad
LJ - Obi-Wan has a sort of desperate, pathetic patience in this movie. You can just see it in his eyes: "My padawan is a psychopath, and no one will believe me; I'm barely keeping him under control and expect to wake up any night now to find him standing over my bed with a knife!"
-- Teague, reviewing "Star Wars: Attack of the Clones"
LJ - Beth: god, why do i have so many beads?
Jenn: Because you are an addict.
Jenn: There are twelve step programs for this.
Beth: i dunno they'd work, might have to go straight for the electroshock.
Jenn: I'm not sure that helps with bead addiction.
Beth: i was thinking more to demagnitize my credit card.
-- hwmitzy and seperis, on bead addiction
AIM, 12/24/2003 - I could rape a goat and it will DIE PRETTIER than they write.
-- anonymous, on terrible writing
AIM, 2/17/2004 - In medical billing there is a diagnosis code for someone who commits suicide by sea anenemoe.
-- silverkyst, on wtf
AIM, 3/25/2004 - Anonymous: sorry. i just wanted to tell you how much i liked you. i'd like to take this to a higher level if you're willing
Eleveninches: By higher level I hope you mean email.
-- eleveninches and anonymous, on things that are disturbing
LJ, 4/2/2004 - silverkyst: I need to not be taking molecular genetics.
silverkyst: though, as a sidenote, I did learn how to eviscerate a fruit fly larvae by pulling it's mouth out by it's mouthparts today.
silverkyst: I'm just nowhere near competent in the subject material to be taking it.
Jenn: I'd like to thank you for that image.
-- silverkyst and seperis, on more wtf
AIM, 1/25/2005 - You know, if obi-wan had just disciplined the boy *properly* we wouldn't be having these problems. Can't you just see yoda? "Take him in hand, you must. The true Force, you must show him."
-- Issaro, on spanking Anakin in his formative years
LJ, 3/15/2005 - Aside from the fact that one person should never go near another with a penis, a bottle of body wash, and a hopeful expression...
-- Summerfling, on shower sex
LJ, 7/22/2005 - It's weird, after you get used to the affection you get from a rabbit, it's like any other BDSM relationship. Only without the sex and hot chicks in leather corsets wielding floggers. You'll grow to like it.
-- revelininsanity, on my relationship with my rabbit
LJ, 2/7/2006 - Smudged upon the near horizon, lapine shadows in the mist. Like a doomsday vision from Watership Down, the bunny intervention approaches.
-- cpt_untouchable, on my addition of The Fourth Bunny
LJ, 4/13/2006 - Rule 3. Chemistry is kind of like bondage. Some people like it, some people like reading about or watching other people doing it, and a large number of people's reaction to actually doing the serious stuff is to recoil in horror.
-- deadlychameleon, on class
LJ, 9/1/2007 - If imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, then Fan Fiction is John Cusack standing outside your house with a boombox.
-- JRDSkinner, on fanfiction
Twitter - I will unashamedly and unapologetically celebrate the joy and the warmth and the creativity of a community of people sharing something positive and beautiful and connective and if you don’t like it you are most welcome to very fuck off.
-- Michael Sheen, on Good Omens fanfic
Twitter, 6/19/2019 - Adding for Mastodon.
-- Jenn, traceback
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From:"Take this." Sheppard shoves what looks like a big pile of blankets into Rodney's arms and deftly grabs the laptop out of his hand in time for Rodney to transfer his grip to the blankets before they fall. Or, before the shockingly solid thing inside the blankets falls. Rodney can feel Sheppard sticking the laptop to the velcro on his back while he hefts the bundle, trying to find an opening in the folds to see what it is. Sheppard claps him on the shoulder. "Let's go, and be quiet."
"Did you just steal a ZPM or something?" Rodney hisses. "What are we--" He stops moving when he finally gets a peek at what he's carrying. "What the fuck, Sheppard!?"
John rounds on him with a hissed shush. "What part of 'be quiet' didn't you understand? We need to go, right now. And don't swear." He shoves at Rodney's back, enough to get him moving but not enough to stop him talking.
"I'll fucking swear if I fucking feel like it, Colonel, and right now I really fucking feel like it. You want to explain to me why we're lighting out of here with stealth and speed? Could it have something to do with, oh, I don't know, you losing your mind and kidnapping a fucking baby?"
"She's the princess," John huffs from behind him, directing him to turn right with a tap on the shoulder. Rodney ducks through a half-tall door and suddenly they're outside.
"Oh, great, the princess, that explains everything," Rodney grumbles, and John shoves at him again.
"Notice how many princesses there are around here?"
Rodney holds the baby close against his chest as they half-jog along the dark path. She squirms a little with the treatment, but doesn't make any noise. He thinks back along the course of the day, and realizes--"There aren't any."
"Exactly."
"Wait--" Rodney stops and turns to John, who stops very close, the baby held between them. "What does 'exactly' mean, exactly?"
John's eyes are dark pools in the shadowed moonlight, but Rodney can see well enough when John looks down at the princess. "They sacrifice princesses here, Rodney." He raises one hand to touch the blanket near her face. "Literally. They're going to leave her out on that altar-thing tomorrow."
"Oh, that's just fucking fantastic," Rodney snarls, but he holds his burden just a little tighter and follows Sheppard's gaze downward. The princess is awake, regarding John and Rodney with wide, trusting eyes. Oh, holy hell; just like that, Rodney's gone, fully on board with whatever half-cooked plan John's got in mind.
"We need to get out of here," Rodney whispers, and John points the way to the Gate.
"Don't swear in front of the baby."
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