http://muddypetticoats.livejournal.com/ (
muddypetticoats.livejournal.com) wrote in
ways_back_room2004-07-11 01:53 pm
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Oh good grief, I take back what I said before.
Bartleby/Fool is my new OTP. Theirloveissofuckingcute.
Seriously, guys. One more blush or meaningful glance out of either of you, and I may just wibble myself into oblivion.
Not to mention the images of Ben Affleck and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers that are floating through my slashy brain... *squees*
Bartleby/Fool is my new OTP. Theirloveissofuckingcute.
Seriously, guys. One more blush or meaningful glance out of either of you, and I may just wibble myself into oblivion.
Not to mention the images of Ben Affleck and Jonathan Rhys-Meyers that are floating through my slashy brain... *squees*

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I am getting way too caught up in this.
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...the whole gay thing.
Ooooh, Jack Sparrow/Liz!
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Besides, Jack Sparrow's a complete womanizer.
Hmm. Perhaps Liz can carry on the turtle love now that Bartleby has exchanged that torch for one with the Fool. ;)
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:O traitor!
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ohhh, you done it now
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It's for bartleby's possible cross-dressing act. um... I don't know how to show it to you. computer illiterate.
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Now all we need is an appearance from the Muse of Slash, and we're all going directly to Hell. *laughs*
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Although really, if the special hell were a place particularly for slash shippers, I don't think that would be much of a hell at all. Can you imagine the wealth of stories that would come out of such a hive?
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Well, once I've got my proper body, I'm making a pass at you.
You can cruelly reject me, or we can... disappear euphemistically. Up to you. :D I will cry if it's the first, though.
-Bartleby
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the fool is not going to reject bartleby. he's been rejected too often himself.
*cries over cannon for a while. recovers*
but if you're gonna go off with crowley and re-break his poor little heart... well it'll give me more opportunity for angst, so that's ok :)
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*resumes wibbling*
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Fingers twining! I love you, Fool!
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You two are KILLING me. KILLING, I say!
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*wants to hug bartleby for being so shy and CUTE!*
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The unentwining, the red-gold blush... augh!