Happy Anniversary! And more FIC! WHOOOO!

Today is the one year anniversary of Wee!Spike. Why do I know this? Why so I even care? Because it was inspired by my loving, very Mormon family and several hours of perfectly chaste dinner conversation. That's how broken inside I am, y'all. And? Had them all over for dinner yesterday. I'll go into THAT another time. But let's just say that I felt the need to freak out in fic again.

Now, I like to think I started the whole metamorphisis into unrecognizable characters, ie: 5 inch Spike who cries and sings the Ramones. Or an Angel who turns into Scarlett O'Hara. But then, I also like to think I have no fat on my ass, that I have a lovely singing voice, and on really bad days, that I invented the wheel. And today I feel the need to do it yet again. So: if you get offended by poking fun at fandom at large, GO AWAY. Won't hurt my feelings. But this might hurt yours. And now I give you:

SEAHORSES IN LOVE - A SPANDER TALE

And you should all endure my banner because it is the LYNCHPIN in my fic, OMG. Are we still doing banners? I don't know this stuff anymore.



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SPAM! Hooray!

In discussing my closeted cousin withcrazydiamondsue via email today, I believe I've come up with my greatest sentence EVER.

"He's so far in the closet he's in fucking Narnia."

Thank you.

Alternative: "He's so deep in the closet he's sipping tea with Mr. Tumnus." A bit more esoteric, but...

And now I go back to my garden. OF DELIGHTS.