I posted my ficlet to The
Smallville Nostalgia Challenge and folks gave me *lovely* feedback and I'm about to answer them as soon as I stop feeling like shit. :)
It also had occurred to me that this is *really* it. I remember all the times I called for Show's blood, and begged for the heads of AlMiles, now that the end is here I feel a little lost. Not the same as when they ripped Angel out of my blood-soaked little paws (I'll never forget that pain), but sad, definitely verklempt.
Dang. I might have more to say about my SV fannishness(?) later.
Apparently depression and pain makes me want to porn. Hunh. let me run this sucker through spell check, subtract some of the over-many "hot"s and "wet"s and delete words like heaving, throbbing, member, man-pole, and I'm thinking, love-juice, and we'll see about posting it tonight.