Te: I read about that Graysons show!!!!
Te: I can't decide how I feel about it at *all*.
mildredmilton: I'm . . . going to go with 'happy' until they force me to be otherwise.
mildredmilton:Smallville Crossover, Y/Y?
Te: *ehehehehe* CLARK/DICK 4EVAH OMG
mildredmilton: Fuck that. LEX/DICK 4EVAH!
Te: *eyes cross*
Te: *goes there*
Te: *really, seriously, completely and utterly goes there*
Te: *melts. in. puddle.*
mildredmilton: Yessssssssssssssssssssssss.
mildredmilton: Oh, I am so glad I have someone to squee to.
mildredmilton: Pixie didn't seem much interested and Kat just flat-out *refused* to cast Jon Glover as Deathstroke.
Te: *BWAHAHAHAHHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA* OMG
Te: THAT is Slade/Dick I would write
mildredmilton: I KNOW!
mildredmilton: WHY DO YOU THINK I WANT IT? ARTISTRY IN A CW SHOW?
mildredmilton: I WANT THE SWEET, SWEET FIC IT WOULD YIELD!
mildredmilton: I WANT IT LIKE OXYGEN!
Te: GOD. I'm tempted to write it right NOW
Te: FUCK CANON EARLY, says I
mildredmilton: *skreeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees*
Te: And fuck it OFTEN
mildredmilton: YES!
mildredmilton: *coughs*
mildredmilton: Start with Jon Glover's hair dyed white. And a rockin' goatee. And muscles like he had in season four. And him sitting in the crowd, motionless as everyone oooooh and ahhhhhhs around him and that small, evil smile on his face as he watches Dick fly.
mildredmilton: *shudders* OH that's good squee.
Te: Oh my GAWD
Te: That's CRACK
Te: AND I HUFF IT WITH JOY
mildredmilton: Maybe Slade starts watching Dick move through the crowd. Maybe Dick is laughing and flirting with girls, boys, and runs right into GloverSlade and pauses, flustered, because his body usually *knows* when someone is there, and then looks at the man's eyes, his mouth . . .
Te: *nnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnrrrrrrrrrrrrgh;lsjkd;kls;lks;lkd;lsksd*
Te: OMG I WANT TO GIVE SLOVER (OR GLADE) A DICKIE
mildredmilton: Dick's parents apologizing and Glade smiling, gripping Dick's father's hand and assessing its strength, kissing his mother's hand, putting both hands on Dick's shoulders and just slightly letting his fingers move over the muscles there. Making a *show* of it. "Looks like you could have done a lot a damage, son. Aren't I the lucky one?"
Te: *flibble* I. Oh LORD
Te: You have CREATED GLADE
Te: AND ALL IS WELL IN MY *UNIVERSE*