Although the contents of this journal would certainly seem to indicate that I have no shame, I have to admit that I've been feeling a little bad for my Hawaiian Shirt Angel action figure ever since I posted that photo shoot a couple of months ago. He's appropriated Spike's flask and has been sulking brooding and leaving his arm in odd places for weeks now; if I don't intervene soon, I may well wake one day to find a little pile of plastic dust in a sunny windowsill. I should probably be cleaning the bathroom or conquering Mt. Laundry today, but instead, I offer an epilogue that will, I hope, be something of a corrective to my previous harsh and sizeist treatment of Angel. May Casa del Ubu's loss be his gain!
[Note: I can't really blame drugs for the doll photography this time, so I'm just going to blame![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
philips . She's a corrupter.]
My first move was to separate Angel from Spike and try to find him some more suitable friends. . . friends who might help him realize that small can be beautiful, too.
[Note: I can't really blame drugs for the doll photography this time, so I'm just going to blame
philips . She's a corrupter.]My first move was to separate Angel from Spike and try to find him some more suitable friends. . . friends who might help him realize that small can be beautiful, too.
Merry and Angel seem to be getting along famously! I'm so relieved.
Pippin, however, was out on a pizza run when Angel dropped by, and I was a bit anxious as to how things might go upon his return.
Fortunately, pizza, Irish whiskey, and the telly are great equalizers. (Pipe weed may have played a part as well.) If only I'd remembered to tell Buffy that Angel had other plans for the evening. . .
Well. *beams* I think we'd better just leave Angel where he is, don't you?
In the meantime, Spike has been undergoing his own little, um, sensitivity training session and has learned the important lesson that Bigness and Badness are both relative terms.
Aw, poor dear!
As if that weren't a humbling enough experience, he had to endure the further indignity of finding Buffy with a completely unexpected patrolling partner. (Silly me! I didn't foresee that Angel's taking a night off to hang with his Hobbit homeys would leave Buffy in the lurch. *wrings hands* I hope Spike can find it in his hard little plastic heart to forgive me!)
Oh man, this does not look good. *peeks cautiously through fingers* I certainly hope there aren't any "accidents" on patrol tonight!
Uh, I need to go deal with a situation. *whispers* I think that Angel and Merry may have formed. . . an alliance, and Pippin is wrecking the Fisher-Price dollhouse. With Angel's arm. What? Oh, don't give me those reproachful eyes. I was just trying to help!
Pippin, however, was out on a pizza run when Angel dropped by, and I was a bit anxious as to how things might go upon his return.
Fortunately, pizza, Irish whiskey, and the telly are great equalizers. (Pipe weed may have played a part as well.) If only I'd remembered to tell Buffy that Angel had other plans for the evening. . .
Well. *beams* I think we'd better just leave Angel where he is, don't you?
In the meantime, Spike has been undergoing his own little, um, sensitivity training session and has learned the important lesson that Bigness and Badness are both relative terms.
Aw, poor dear!
As if that weren't a humbling enough experience, he had to endure the further indignity of finding Buffy with a completely unexpected patrolling partner. (Silly me! I didn't foresee that Angel's taking a night off to hang with his Hobbit homeys would leave Buffy in the lurch. *wrings hands* I hope Spike can find it in his hard little plastic heart to forgive me!)
Oh man, this does not look good. *peeks cautiously through fingers* I certainly hope there aren't any "accidents" on patrol tonight!
Uh, I need to go deal with a situation. *whispers* I think that Angel and Merry may have formed. . . an alliance, and Pippin is wrecking the Fisher-Price dollhouse. With Angel's arm. What? Oh, don't give me those reproachful eyes. I was just trying to help!
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Pippin is wrecking the Fisher-Price Dollhouse with Angel's arm
LOLZ!
*luffs the action figure pic spam*
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:D
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I feel dirty now. *g*
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*lol* Nice icon.
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You are the queen of the more obscure art forms.
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Today, doll photography. Tomorrow. . .the diorama! *cackles*
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Will you ever combine the haiku with the doll photography?
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Hmm. Dare I fly so near the sun?
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I live the Ent sequence. Buffy/Fangorn, new OTP! And Spike has good reason to be nervous around that much wood. If only for fear of comparisons.
You are utterly bonkers. I love you for it!
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Buffy + Fangorn 4EVER! *cackles* Poor Spike.
*nods* I am. It's cheaper than therapy. Same back atcha, gillo! <333
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Thanks for keeping us smiling, Mere. You are splendiferous!
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Thanks, sweetie. You're pretty darned splendiferous yourself. :D
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Heee! I do love how Merry seems so very comfortable holding onto Angel's arm for him. Also, an Ent would make a perfect patrolling partner for Buffy. If she needed a new stake, she could just reach out and break off a piece!
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*lol* So true. I think Spike is in big trouble.
Haa! That's too funny. Poor Angel--both of his arms fell off within minutes of opening the package. Spike is clearly made of sterner stuff.
Hobbits are such friendly folk, aren't they? I guess that after being captured by Uruks, a one-armed, ensouled vampire with clinical depression just doesn't seem very threatening. . .
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Poor Spike, he must be feeling a bit inadequate right now.
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*whispers* Spike has been drinking mead with dwarves for most of the afternoon. I should probably make sure he sobers up a little before patrol!
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hehehesnort!
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A++++. Even though I see no rooster.
When Angel is put away in his box, far away from this...alternate universe you've created, do you store his arm with him? Or is it casually thrown into a drawer, his whimpers ignored? One day your cruelty will come back to haunt you. Don't say I didn't warn you.
I can't believe the little hobbit man is sitting on his hat.
Buffy's pants, her continued fragility, are still making me hysterical. Mmm....wood? What are you doing to me?!?!?
Dear god, mere. Dear god!
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Re: A++++. Even though I see no rooster.
The rooster deserves to be its own thing, and the idea is still incubating. (See what I did there? Kill me, philips! You've got to stop me before I pun or picspam again!)
*shuffles feet* Um, actually, it's arms. He's a double amputee now, but I didn't want to damage his self esteem any further by publicizing it. Rest assured, though, that he and his arms (his strong arms! Haaah!!) reside in roughly the same vicinity. Okay, the same room, anyway. *mumbles* Right now he's resting in a box of my mother's mail. And Z. sometimes borrows his arms when re-enacting LOTR battles b/c dismemberment always makes the carnage more spectacular. Oh, the cruelty of youth!
Heh. Noticed that, did you? It was the only way he could stay on Angel's lap. I meant to take a shot of Merry wearing the hat but couldn't find a suitable alternative booster.
Buffy's so frail! I tried to put her hand on her hip, but she's just completely devoid of Slayer sass.
Sleep well and dream of wood. :)
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Re: A++++. Even though I see no rooster.
Lemme correct tht for you. I meant to take a shot of Merry wearing the hat but couldn't find a suitable alternative rooster. There.
I hve no AAAAAAAA on my keybord without pounding the key. It's very sAd. :(
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Re: A++++. Even though I see no rooster.
As my merciless punster of my mother would say, that was two-thirds of a pun, philips: P-U.
*cringes* See? Genetic. Totally not my fault.
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I love Buffy and the Ent!
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I don't think Spike is going to be volunteering for more photo sessions any time soon.
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Oh thank goodness
You got Spike's expression just belligerent enough - girl you are the stop motion action hero!!
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and we could both play with dolls. *facepalm* Again with the dolls. See? I need help!We are still go for Slayage, yes?
Edited to add: Thank you! Glad you liked it. ;)
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Remember, I have a Giles AND a Gachnar. Hours of fun!
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Ooh, maybe Giles would be willing to facilitate the group therapy session that my poor plastic community is going to have to undergo as a result of this last debacle. Also? I think that Gachnar and the cave troll would hit it off big time.
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I love Angel watching Moonlight. Heeeeeeeee! But that last one was the clincher, with "Watch the branches, mate." *snorts diet coke out my nose*
I love your doll!fic! \o/
DO IT AGAIN! DO IT AGAIN!
(Now THAT is my Dru impression. :D)
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Heh-heh. I couldn't resist the branch gag. Spike just looked so indignant! I marvel at the expressiveness of that little plastic dude.
*lol* Arm-twister! I really thought this would be the last one, but I think I may eventually be looking at a group therapy scenario after the last photo shoot went so very wrong. Clearly, there's a lot of healing to be done. ;)
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Thanks so much for sharing, this cracked me up. I needed a laugh tonight.
*squish*
~calypso
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At least Angel still *has* his arm. I lost one of the teeny hands off one of my Buffy figures and have never found it. It was so TEENY. *sniff*
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Oh noes! I guess that limb regeneration isn't part of the accelerated Slayer healing package. :(