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Kristin (aka) Butters ([info]snwpnitsirk) wrote,
@ 2009-03-02 17:48:00


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You give me a pairing (or just one character) and a color, and I'll give you a sentence paragraph.

I'm a sheep.


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[info]snwpnitsirk
2009-03-04 11:44 am UTC (link)
Ophelia sighed, leaning forward to get a better look at herself in the mirror, gliding her black cherry flavored lip balm across her lower lip, smooching her upper and lower tiers together once it had a good, thin coating of the sticky, clear substance. She had arrived at his place a little while ago, and had been directed into his room by Deslin. “Cove, fucking Christ, you’re taking longer to get ready than I am. Let’s go.” She raised a hand to get rid of some of the gloss that was on the side of her mouth, hearing a muffled groan come from the bathroom, before her boyfriend finally used his words. “Fuck this, I’m not coming out of here.” “What the hell did you do now?” Lia sighed as she moved over to the door, jiggling the handle. “Open the door.” “Fuck off.” Lia paused, before narrowing her eyes at the barrier between herself and the scrawny boy on the other side. “Open the door!” Within moments, because of her ability to be so persuasive, she heard the door click before it swung open, revealing a not happy Cove. But Ophelia couldn’t help but laugh at him…and his bright chartreuse band shirt, which was normally white. His eyes narrowed at her, obviously not finding this amusing. “I swear to God, I’m going to tear of Russell’s dick the next time I see him.” Lia continued to grin, stepping forward to have her hands tug on the bottom of the shirt. “No, come on, you look good, baby! Like a bright little flower. Who’s my bright little flower, Cove? That’s right, you are!” “Shut the fuck up!”

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[info]ohnorosevest
2009-03-04 11:49 am UTC (link)
...I'm in awe.

I almost want to thread something like this now.

Yes, it's neccesary to IM you and comment everytime you post a new one of these. It's keeping me from finishing Chelsea's app... and yes... it's also neccesary to keep changing journals. XD

I'm just doing it to give you a little more Ryan Ross in your life. ♥

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[info]obeyme
2009-03-04 12:21 pm UTC (link)
...thank you?

We definitely can.

I really don't care, I'm totally entertained by these comments/IMs.

Well, gee! You're just so sweet! -KISS, KISS-

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