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I just joined up at 1fandom, where they have a 50 sentences challenges. I claimed two fandoms: HP and Boondock Saints. (Yes, more than one person can claim a fandom at any given time - up to 10 people at a time on any one fandom; one person may claim two fandoms at once.) So. Yes. Below are my tables. Will update with sentences as they're written. Yes, the BDS will have twincest, implied if nothing else. The V/Hr has implications of sex. You all know me: I can't seem to write more than 15 words (of fanfic) without at least the insinuation of smut. Also, my apologies for any other languages; I only speak English and some Spanish; all else is translated with the help of Babelfish (which is why Viktor is apparently speaking Russian instead of Bulgarian, sorry!) HP - V/Hr: ( table under here )Boondock Saints: ( table under here )Tags: 1fandom/50sentences, boondock saints, fanfic, harry potter, my fic
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Name: Ankhet
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July 2008 |
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
'Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!'
He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought-- So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.
'And hast thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!' He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe.
-Lewis Carrol, 1871 |
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