Reavers ain't men. Or they forgot how to be. Now they're just nothing. They got out to the edge of the galaxy, to that place of nothing, and that's what they became.

Mal ,'Bushwhacked'


Spike's Bitches 27: I'm Embarrassed for Our Kind.  

[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.


SailAweigh - Nov 05, 2005 8:18:05 am PST #2897 of 10003
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

{{Jilli}} Peace~ma to the Dread Beastie and all my sympathy to you.


Emily - Nov 05, 2005 8:21:38 am PST #2898 of 10003
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola

Jilli, how awful. I'm so sorry.


Steph L. - Nov 05, 2005 8:21:43 am PST #2899 of 10003
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine

Oh, Jilli! I'm so sorry! He was well-loved, and I have no doubt he loved you back.


Cass - Nov 05, 2005 8:27:06 am PST #2900 of 10003
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.

Oh, Jilli. I am just so sorry for your loss. Goodbye Beastie, you were loved even from afar...


Laura - Nov 05, 2005 8:29:29 am PST #2901 of 10003
Our wings are not tired.

I'm so sorry for your loss Jilli.


Deena - Nov 05, 2005 8:32:28 am PST #2902 of 10003
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

I'm so sorry, Jilli. Peace to you.


askye - Nov 05, 2005 8:39:26 am PST #2903 of 10003
Thrive to spite them

Jilli, I'm so sorry for your loss.


juliana - Nov 05, 2005 8:43:37 am PST #2904 of 10003
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

{{{{{Jilli}}}}} I'm so sorry, sweetie.


amych - Nov 05, 2005 8:44:55 am PST #2905 of 10003
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?

So sorry, Jilli. He was one of the greats among beasties.


Lee - Nov 05, 2005 8:46:44 am PST #2906 of 10003
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Oh Jilli, I am so sorry. He was indeed a great cat.