I was under the impression that the Bible was a guide to miracles, like if I studied enough, if I could just figure out the pattern, then I could get Him to make her move back, preferably next door this time.
Motivation is clearly the key to surviving the begats. ("The begats" sounds like folksy name for a disease. "Oh, poor Martha, did you hear? She's got the begats. Can't even get out of bed.")
But to this day, I hate that chapter in the Iliad that is forever preventing me from getting to the slash.
See vassilissa's comment above; she's got help for you! And if you pester her, she may have even more help for you, in the form of a useful guide.
As such, any fandom can have, for a spin on the classic aliens made them do it, a love god made them do it. See, now I'm picturing a war between Ares (see icon) & Cupid over characters.
I - I do not want to picture Ronon Dex and Hercules trying to out-leather each other. AND YET I AM. Curse you! *shakes fist*
Or, oh my god, Teyla and Xena. What have you done to my brain?
My gran had all the books, & a giant green armchair next to the bookshelf, & I'd crouch in the little corner barricaded in behind the armchair to read them & avoid my family.
*nods* Avoiding the family was the key. My closet-dwelling tactics came about because I wanted to be alone.
Books: giving people inviolable bubbles of personal space since 1440.
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Motivation is clearly the key to surviving the begats. ("The begats" sounds like folksy name for a disease. "Oh, poor Martha, did you hear? She's got the begats. Can't even get out of bed.")
But to this day, I hate that chapter in the Iliad that is forever preventing me from getting to the slash.
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As such, any fandom can have, for a spin on the classic aliens made them do it, a love god made them do it. See, now I'm picturing a war between Ares (see icon) & Cupid over characters.
I - I do not want to picture Ronon Dex and Hercules trying to out-leather each other. AND YET I AM. Curse you! *shakes fist*
Or, oh my god, Teyla and Xena. What have you done to my brain?
My gran had all the books, & a giant green armchair next to the bookshelf, & I'd crouch in the little corner barricaded in behind the armchair to read them & avoid my family.
*nods* Avoiding the family was the key. My closet-dwelling tactics came about because I wanted to be alone.
Books: giving people inviolable bubbles of personal space since 1440.