I am dialogue's bitch.

I have this fucking fabby Domorli in my head, but all that will come out is fucking dialogue.

The ficcy in my mind is just dirty as all fuck, and I really think you lot would like it. I just can't fucking write the bastarding, twatting thing. There are sex toys and ever'stuff.

*throws hands up in frustration*

BTW: Look @ the new icon. Got the piccy from eviltwin737 who got it from somewhere. Can't remember where.

Complete Meme Spam.

Looky:
Nicked from elleesttrois:
( Dolly Llama Survey Thinger. )

Try it out!!

Nicked from theorangechick:
( LJ Barcode. )

Other memes.
( Yay. )

Henjoy!!!

The Sonja Show.

Thanks to Libby, I now want my own TV programme. Except that I'm terribly introverted and shy, and would not know what to do in front of a studio audience, let alone a camera.

Hugs to everyone. I'll be back later when I finished the ficcy I'm writing. Yay.

Fic-ish thing.

Title: Untitled.
Author: limeysugar
Feedback: Would be fantastic.
Pairing: Domorli
Rating: NC-17.
Disclaimers: As usual, this is fiction. Don’t know these guys.
A/N: For Veevs, reibebe, and Libby. In no particular order. ‘Cept Veevs is first cos she’s my GirlieCrush™. And cos I totally plagiarised Scarf. Oh, and there’s no trace of a plot whatsoever.

( Just another cliché Orli-tied-to-the-bed fic. Oh, well. )

Rough version. May not post it anywhere. I just had to get it out of my goddamned head.

*kish, kish*