(giggling like a deranged thing over here)
Jilli, one does wonder if the Lady Hibiscus came from that wellknown Olde English town of Washbasin-on-the-Drainboard...
I'm a single undead gal trying to make it in the big city. I have to start somewhere and they're evil here. They don't judge. They've got necro-tempered glass. No burning up. A great medical plan, and who needs dental more than us?
Harmony ,'Conviction (1)'
The Great Write Way, Chapter Two: Twice upon a time...
A place for Buffistas to discuss, beta and otherwise deal and dish on their non-fan fiction projects.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 1:51:04 pm PST #589 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 2:02:34 pm PST #590 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Don't forget to wear some flowers in your hair...
In the Service of Mister Bill Graham
Suitcase, ticket, purse. Suitcase, ticket, purse. Suitcase -
"I wish I was coming with you."
She glances at Chad, and tries to smile. Act normally. "You'd be bored to death. I'm going to look at Berkeley and UCSF." Act normally. Pretend the lie is the truth.
"You be careful, Jean. I've heard some wild rumours about Frisco."
Her fingers tighten momentarily. The response to a fan letter she wrote is folded small in her pocket. I could use a smart assistant - if you're ever out here...
"So, you'll be back when, again?"
It's a one-way ticket. Her little secret.
Almare - Mar 15, 2005 2:03:16 pm PST #591 of 10001
"My drink preference does not indicate my sexual preference. "
Is it possible that Hibiscus is a Buffista? She bought the crown from Ebay and the seaweed is to disguise her seret underwater lair where she hovers over a keyboard and laughs manically while sending spam mail and reports innocently back to the Pheonix Board to speak about her hard day at an imaginary work place?
No?
Then I say her sister pushed her and she was nibbled to death by ducks.
§ ita § - Mar 15, 2005 2:05:30 pm PST #592 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
It hurts to stand and move around, but she knows it would hurt her more to stay.
Pretty clothes, brave face, glasses firmly between her and the world, no looking back. She keeps her gaze in her hand instead, counting and recounting the change. Still eighty seven cents, she notes. But she doesn't trust herself to look anywhere else, especially towards the station exit. This busywork keeps her eyes occupied, and her hands from pressing to her empty abdomen.
San Francisco. Christmas in a strange city, alone.
Sometimes you have to pick the devil you know nothing about.
All aboard.
Pix - Mar 15, 2005 2:24:32 pm PST #593 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
ita, that one stings. Wow.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 2:28:37 pm PST #594 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Agreed. That one has teeth.
Pix - Mar 15, 2005 2:46:49 pm PST #595 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Photo #5: [link]
She’d always loved that nightgown. Gramma had made it from the fabric they’d picked out together, soft flannel covered in flowers. The lace at the cuffs and collar had been a surprise. She remembered how she had begged to be allowed to change and how Mom said young ladies didn’t wear pajamas at the dinner table. She remembered Dad saying they could make a birthday exception, and then how Butch had wanted to wear jammies too. It had felt so wicked to break the rules, to eat her meatloaf with bare feet kicking under the table.
Wicked was simpler then.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 2:57:56 pm PST #596 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Kristin, is Brian Butch? I mean, linking them to the names in the photo's title?
Pix - Mar 15, 2005 2:58:27 pm PST #597 of 10001
We're all getting played with, babe. -Weird Barbie
Missed the title until after I'd posted. Editing now.
deborah grabien - Mar 15, 2005 3:07:18 pm PST #598 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Your take on Baby Brother Butch is kinder than mine. I had him spree-killing Chris and Judy, his parents.
What? I write mysteries for a living, damn it.
(edited for a truly wretched Freudian slip of a typo)