Fandomtherapy! Help me out, yo.

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

My dead girlfriend is being driven crazy by a flash bastard in really schnazzy shades - wonder if he got 'em where I got mine? demon.

Comments, suggestions, pointers...?

Comments

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

She had it coming. But I'm a reasonable fellow, come chat me up and we'll see what we can do. You like my glasses?

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

I like the eyes under the glasses. My MUN does not want me near them again but they really are very pretty.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Everything about Crowley is very, very pretty.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Why thank you, my precious Witch. I may have to give you a little kiss for that sweet thing. Now tell Shane I'm your boyfriend and you don't want her anymore.

[brambless.livejournal.com]

Psst! Other thread!

No. See, look, free will! *laughs and runs away. And then comes back. Like a boomerang*

[maias-notebook.livejournal.com]

*nods in agreement with a grin and turns to Crowley* "Crowley you cute son of gun you hear that, we all think your pretty."

[shane-mcc.livejournal.com]

Dude. Two words: get a fucking sign for the door when you wanna make out with your boyfriend.

So sexy.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

So sexy indeed. TheirloveissoangelicOMGWTFHOT

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Excuse me I'm looking for Profess-

Why, hello.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Enchante, pretty. [Seductive leer]

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

My, aren't you the charming young man?

Do you have a name to you with those manners?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

You may call me Crowley, my sweet. And you must be lovely Tara's younger, more attractive sister...

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Master Crowley, you're making me blush.

Since it's only good manners, let me introduce myself. I am the Widow Twanky, also known as Rosie the Ravisher amongst the tribes of the Eastern Steppes.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Rosie, my dear, is it really you?! Don't you remember me? [Takes off his glasses and has sweet puppy eyes]

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

Anthony?

*clap hand to her cheek*

After that night in Fakenameistan, how could I ever forget?

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

Oh my precious, I thought I'd never see you again. Have you been sharing your downfall liberally since our night together?

[twanky-twiddle.livejournal.com]

*grins*

Now, now, Anthony you know that a lady never kisses and tells. But she can subtext to all the world, that she got Daddy Adama to ravish her last post and sent Lee Adama into a jealous rage over John Crichton in this one.

[flash-serpent.livejournal.com]

And it's precisely your impeccable manners that make me adore you so.