You know what would make just a kickass crossover? Brimstone and Smallville. Lex in his hedonistic days, shooting up or fucking around, and who does he run into? The devil. Who looks just like his dad.
Bas and Te had a whole thing.
Old trusty soda machine. I push you for root beer, you give me Coke.
Willow ,'End of Days'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 17, 2003 7:15:30 pm PST #4315 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 17, 2003 7:21:41 pm PST #4316 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
cereal:
Deb, I am wholly in your lovely hands. I'm so gleeful, now, that you're going to do this. Whee!
(Proving that if you whine enough about something, good shit will happen! ... What?)
§ ita § - Mar 17, 2003 9:13:51 pm PST #4317 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Proving that if you whine enough about something, good shit will happen!
We're in trouble now, aren't we?
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 17, 2003 9:19:26 pm PST #4318 of 10000
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
I promise not to apply that revelation to any more areas of my life.
Lee - Mar 17, 2003 11:10:06 pm PST #4319 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Plei, You may know this already, but I was just at Teland, looking at her new recs. Guess what's there.
P.M. Marc - Mar 17, 2003 11:19:43 pm PST #4320 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
(Does the silly snoopy dance of Someone Liked It! Someone Liked It!)
Lee - Mar 17, 2003 11:24:07 pm PST #4321 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
well, duh.
P.M. Marc - Mar 17, 2003 11:29:00 pm PST #4322 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Every time I write, I'm convinced that my judgement has slipped and I've sent out something that's basically warmed-over awfulness on toast.
Lee - Mar 17, 2003 11:36:14 pm PST #4323 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
It's hard to get away from that isn't it? My boss told me I'd done a good job on something the other day, and my first thought was "really?".
deborah grabien - Mar 18, 2003 1:02:58 am PST #4324 of 10000
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Every time I write, I'm convinced that my judgement has slipped and I've sent out something that's basically warmed-over awfulness on toast.
Not if I'm willing to edit it, it aint. Why yes, I'm arrogant tonight.
Rebecca, you and Am have just left George Bernard Shaw's London studio with an address in your pocket in search of The Big Story. You'll be meeting up with a gentleman called Liam shortly, in a pub in Whitechapel. I do hope you both like Dru....
(yes, I began it earlier.)
edit: GAH, I've just realised. I don't have Am-Chau's OK to include her in this....