“Sister? I am standing in my gallery, and I hold your sigil in your hand. Will you see me?”
This should be "my hand".
That's really lovely Fay.
Never goes smooth. How come it never goes smooth?
Mal ,'Safe'
Buffista Fic 2: They Said It Couldn't Be Done.
[NAFDA] Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Deena - Feb 10, 2005 6:22:13 am PST #55 of 1103
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
erikaj - Feb 10, 2005 6:26:06 am PST #56 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!
Deena! May I ask you for a solid? May I please request an icon of the Shrub looking blank with the caption "Crime makes you stupid."? Ranking on the Man and Pembleton quotes. Best.Stuff. Ever.
Deena - Feb 10, 2005 6:35:17 am PST #57 of 1103
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
No problem, Erika!
erikaj - Feb 10, 2005 6:40:39 am PST #58 of 1103
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Cool! That's so great!
Deena - Feb 10, 2005 7:49:04 am PST #59 of 1103
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Insent, and thanks for asking. I hope you like it.
erikaj - Feb 10, 2005 8:10:13 am PST #60 of 1103
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I love them. So awesome. But Frank is a bit wide...lj doesn't want to take it. Bastards!
Deena - Feb 10, 2005 8:39:31 am PST #61 of 1103
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I'll fix it and send it back.
erikaj - Feb 10, 2005 8:41:53 am PST #62 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!
Great... thanks again.
erikaj - Feb 10, 2005 8:42:16 am PST #63 of 1103
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erikaj - Feb 11, 2005 9:15:11 am PST #64 of 1103
Always Anti-fascist!
Faith and Claire aren't done sitting around talking...thought there'd be plot or overt porn, but not yet.
But the surprises didn’t end there. Claire’s mom asked Faith to stay to dinner, because the world could just...like, fucking end, and there would be Mom with mashed potatoes, you know? Not like Faith, who’s had a real life, and like, a destiny(even though it didn’t work like it was supposed to, but Claire isn’t sure she even understands that story. Listening to it felt like being high. The world is in the tiny manicured hands of an ex-cheerleader named Buffy?Nuh uh. And she thought catechism didn’t make sense.)
”What’s it like?”Claire asked, after making sure her bedroom door was closed. All the way.
“Killing monsters makes me hungry and horny.”
“Uh, not that. The other part. I wish I had a destiny.”
“I don’t think about all that much, C. Not really. Life’s too hard to get all deep about it. I might as well ask why I have tits. I don’t know but I can still have fun with ‘em right?”
“Uh, yeah,” Claire bluffed, hoping Faith thought she understood.
“You’re all pink. What, don’t you say “tits” either?”
“They’re not much to talk about...”
“More than a mouthful is wasted, right?”
”Dinner!” Claire couldn’t decide if she was relieved or upset, even after Faith said “At least I won’t be hungry.”