Okay, better late then never, right? I've just re-remembered that I haven't thanked everyone who helped with my summer_of_spikeposting day, which was Thursday. (I've just about recovered. Phew!)
So, here goes, outside the cut tags, cos I love you all: txrabbit for suggesting the boys play in the snow; willa_writes for tapers, melted candles, a midnight madness sale, and a sidling Spike; bunnyohare for that first white hair and the accompanying angst; ponders_life for the tap-dancing art deco penguins, however unintentional they were ;o); amejisuto for the carnival, the concert and the home-made ice cream. You scored a hat trick, sweetie; kaydee23 for the little peek at Spike watching Xander woodworking and then being drawn in.
And many, many thanks and hugs and smoochies go to kitty_poker1, who was a wonderful stand-in for the absent Savour in providing support, encouragement, someone to chat with, and a great last minute beta for the ficlets The First Date, The First Time It Mattered, and The First Snow.
You're a doll!
Apologies to the rest of you:
catvampcrazines - had there been time, there would have been a First Sick Day, with Xander ill in bed demanding Spike make him fluffernutters; strchsr - If I'd had time, there would have been a scene where Spike discovers Xander's stash of Yaio, or, even better, Xander finding Spike's stash; nashmaveric - That third scene was so very nearly the one where Xander knocked a candle over onto Spike and then had to beat out the flames with the duster, but Xander went with the deep and meaningful emotional thing, and I could but follow. ;o)
tgray is holding an S/X Pornathon, the kinkier the better, and all completely NC-17. Sign up details are here. Lots of delicious porn, yay!
Elitist me meme:
You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every book ever published. You are a fountain of endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and never fail to impress at a party. What people love: You can answer almost any question people ask, and have thus been nicknamed Jeeves. What people hate: You constantly correct their grammar and insult their paperbacks.