From the Doc

Your Word is "Peace"

You see life as precious, and you wish everyone was safe, happy, and taken care of. Social justice, human rights, and peace for all nations are all important to you. While you can't stop war, you try to be as calm and compassionate as possible in your everyday life. You promote harmony and cooperation. You're always willing to meet someone a little more than halfway.

What's Your Word?

How's that for irony?

[JFM] TEN songs you would have (or have had) sex to

I’ve actually never intentionally put music on to have sex to. It was just, you know, on in the background.

1) George Michael, "Father Figure"--it was years ago, it was on the radio and the only reason I remember it was because it was so damn distracting. I find this song incredibly creepy. Definitely not my best sex ever.
2) Third Eye Blind, "How’s It Gonna Be?"--it happened to be what the radio station was playing. That was my first time in a car. Also not my best sex ever. It wasn’t a very sex accommodating car.
3) Tori Amos, "China"--like more than once? I think because it's one of my favorite Tori songs and gets played a lot.

And now we move on to more recent because hi, Baileigh has the memory of a goldfish. Seriously, this is taking some serious thought to remember. Not because the sex isn’t memorable but because I am so not thinking about what’s going on in the background.

4) The Cardigans, "I Need Some Fine Wine and You Need To Be Nicer"--it was just what happened to be on yesterday.
5) The Sohodolls, “The Rest for the Wicked”--I had it on and was dancing to it. Apparently that did something for him. Apparently I’m a pretty good dancer when I don’t realize I’m being watched.
6) Regina Spektor, “Samson”--I was singing it. Or half-humming, half-singing, and it put me in a mood, so I put it on, and y’know, things happened.
7) Shakira, “Hay Amores”--Um. I was singing along with it. It’s a fairly sexy song if you understand it?
8) Lifehouse, “Everything”--we were dancing. It’s a really long song.
9) The Hush Sound, “You Are the Moon”--(I think that‘s the song the CD was on at least initially? It could‘ve been a different one, whatever, I‘m saying it was this one)--they’re good curl up with a bottle of wine music. And well, that only seems to lead in one direction, eventually.
10) Lisa Hall, “Is This Real”--stripteases only lead in one direction too.

[JFM] Have you ever used sex to your advantage/to get the upper hand/to get your own way?

Are you kidding? Absolutely. And anyone that tries to get all huffy and pissy and says that they haven’t is a liar liar, pants on fire. We all do it, and most of the time we do it consciously. Possibly women do it more often than men, but oh ho, men do it too, trust me.

We smile in ways that promise something, bat our eyelashes, give little touches, move in close so whoever we’re trying to manipulate can feel our body heat. We make our voices as sensual as possible when we plead our case. Sometimes we keep it subtle and sometimes we‘re may more direct about it and caress rather than touch, but always hold out until we‘re sure they‘ve given in. A lot of the time we might not make good on the unspoken promises, but everyone uses their bodies to get what they want. We flirt. Yes, flirting to get what you want is really no different than fucking someone to get what you want. You’re still using sex to get your way.

I don’t think it’s anything to be ashamed of. Okay, maybe sometimes, when it’s taken to the extreme, but generally I don‘t think it really hurts anything. I, personally, have never done it maliciously or just to be a tease. I do it playfully and with someone I’m in a relationship with, so it’s more of a game.

But I’m definitely not gonna take the high and mighty path and say I’ve never done it, cause yeah. I have. And so have you, precious.

Because the hand meme fails. Have one about pancakes. Mmmm, pancakes. I want pacakes.

You Are Banana Nut Pancakes

You prefer complex and interesting foods. You shy away from anything that's ordinary or tired. It's not likely that someone would find white sandwich bread or boxed mac n' cheese in your kitchen. Instead, someone might find an original recipe of yours cooking up - or some interesting ethnic food.

What Kind of Pancakes Are You?

Annie, I am going to kill your husband very soon. I'm serious.

Rules that I am laying down about the new puppy:

• It will not be dressed up in any sort of doggy clothing unless it is really, REALLY ridiculously cold outside. Then I might buy it a sweater until it gets a thicker coat so that it doesn't freeze, but it will not be a froofy stupid looking dog sweater with rhinestones that says 'Bitches Love Me' or something. Jesus Christ.
• It will NOT be turned into the gigantic pussy that poor Ruhun has been turned into. HE IS A GERMAN SHEPHERD. He should be at least a LITTLE bit aggressive. OR AT LEAST DIGNIFIED. Not laying there with a 'please God kill me now' expression while letting puppies crawl all over him and bite and yank at his ear.
• IT WILL NEVER BE CARRIED IN A PURSE.
• OR A DOGGY STROLLER.
• It does not get a stupid name.
• Or a stupid looking collar. See above, re: rhinestone sweater. No spikes, either.
• WE ARE NOT KID TRAINING.

That said...



LOOK HOW CUTE THEY ARE!!!!!!!!!!!

CUTEST. THING. EVER.

Icon meme from Elle

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[MS] January topic

My hope is on the horizon.
Every face, it's your eyes I can see.
I plead, I pray through each night and day,
Our embrace is only a dream.
[‘This Lullaby’ – Queens of the Stone Age]


Two inches across between the slats of books, from hairline to upper lip, an eye, the arch of his eyebrow, the barest hint of the curve of his cheek and the side of his nose. It's all that she's truly seen of his face, not counting the brief flashes in between and after and moments when she glance over her shoulder and could have sworn she saw him dance back into the shadows. He's never there when she tries to follow.

Already he is leading her into shadow, just to catch a glimpse of his face. They've never touched, she barely knows his name, but she can feel his obsession churning through her blood and poisoning her thoughts, turning into an obsession of her own.

Already she can see that it will lead nowhere good, or healthy, or happy for either of them. There is no possible way that it can. She is a Slayer, he's a vampire. Of what species, she isn't certain, but it shouldn't--it doesn't matter. Their very essence should sing to each other of destruction, her blood to him, his death to her. Her best option is to put a stop to it, now. Stop looking over her shoulder. Stop replying to his irritatingly anonymous remarks. Stop replaying his words in her mind to seal in the sound of his voice. She tries, she does try, she doesn't let the thoughts of him distract her when her hands are busy with work, with slaying, with mundane house chores.

Yet in the still moments, she cannot fully shut her mind down, cannot seem to keep it from attempting to piece together his features from the shreds of visual data. She doesn't dream of him...or if she does, she doesn't remember it, for every dream is lost beneath the torrential dreams of her legacy as a Slayer...but she thinks of him before she sleeps, and the thoughts that wash over her in the muddle, in-between state of waking and slumber feel like a dream.

She knows that if she could dream of him, of his voice and of his eye burning intently into hers through the slats of musty books and dust, she would.

To her peril, and possibly his as well.

[The10spot] 156. TEN lessons you have learned

1) Hearts are made to be broken.
2) Promises are made to be broken.
3) Everyone leaves eventually.
4) Death sucks.
5) Dislocated joints hurt like hell.
6) Certain types of demon blood are acidic and will totally ruin shoes.
7) And clothing.
8) Tequila is of the devil.
9) Getting thrown off of a two story building hurts like hell.
10) No, it doesn't taste like chicken.