Yes, it's terribly simple. The good guys are always stalwart and true, the bad guys are easily distinguished by their pointy horns or black hats, and, uh, we always defeat them and save the day. No one ever dies, and everybody lives happily ever after.

Giles ,'Conversations with Dead People'


Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers  

This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.


Dana - May 19, 2004 5:48:38 am PDT #8136 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Only there's like seventy buttons.

And they all point to porn!


Am-Chau Yarkona - May 20, 2004 4:05:18 am PDT #8137 of 10000
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I think of it sort of like pushing buttons to switch radio stations in the car. Only there's like seventy buttons.

For me, it is like tuning a radio, but I'm on an old-fashioned dial instead of buttons. Sometimes I try to retune but there's static instead; sometimes I hit it just right; sometimes I have to turn it back again, slowly, until I get the spot.


Dana - May 20, 2004 11:01:21 am PDT #8138 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

Today's lesson: when description goes bad.

A sprinkle of rain fell on the deck, the tapping sound caressing Michael’s hearing, and he shuttered his eyes content.

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The balmy breeze tickled Nikita’s face while leaving a kiss of rose on her unprotected nose.

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At some point Nikita did apply the cream, (Ed: Sunscreen, thank god) prepared a fruit and cheese tray from which they ate and drank an awful lot of bottle water.

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“Good evening” Nikita said as she took her place next to the instruments, “I am ready to relief you.”

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Hours passed and Nikita was getting bored and horny for Michael’s towel had slid off his perfect body and the nightly boner had made its scheduled appearance.

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The distraction so total that she was not paying attention to the boat, the coordinates and much less the instruments, concentrating instead on the once again arrival of her own excited hardness. Her nipples were hard, her core was wet, ready to jump Michael even if not asked and became very curious wanting to see closer up what this Adonis looked like as he thrashed through an obvious ‘X’ rated dream.


erikaj - May 20, 2004 11:59:05 am PDT #8139 of 10000
Always Anti-fascist!

And here she's being all highflown but then drops in a word like "boner" You'd think that would really seem obviously wrong.(I was gonna say "stand out' but didn't, for obvious reasons.)


Micole - May 20, 2004 12:01:32 pm PDT #8140 of 10000
I've been working on a song about the difference between analogy and metaphor.

I'm just disturbed by the mobility of body parts that should be, um, really not under their own control.


Anne W. - May 21, 2004 2:10:53 am PDT #8141 of 10000
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.

Please tell me that this person's first language isn't English.


thegrommit - May 23, 2004 5:57:36 am PDT #8142 of 10000
Um.

I'm guessing this is the most appropriate place for this.

Yesterdays Toronto Star had an article with references to various M.E. shows - including a sample by "Cousinjean".


Consuela - May 23, 2004 8:55:11 am PDT #8143 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

My god, a relatively respectful article about fic! Will wonders never cease?

Although I have never heard of this Bardsmaid individual. Must be someone who came up in the fandom after I bailed.


Micole - May 24, 2004 5:37:18 am PDT #8144 of 10000
I've been working on a song about the difference between analogy and metaphor.

Bardsmaid did a lot of Conspiracy-oriented Krycek-centered stuff before you bailed; the shift to Mulder surprises me.

I haven't read her fiction, but I've seen her participate in XF discussion with Pteropod and Vanzetti.


Dana - May 24, 2004 6:22:41 am PDT #8145 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

In case anyone was worried:

She understood how the small Monarchy of Prince Michael’s sovereignty was such a well run Utopia to this date, for Michael was after all an upstanding individual. And she learned that the United Nations’ Armageddon Committee hands down chose the young handsome Prince to Rule the Planet in case of a debacle of this magnitude.