Shrift is so totally a BNF. And I would happily serve as her minion. Especially if it includes buying her drinks and encouraging her to write...
Anya, the Shopkeepers of America called. They wanted me to tell you that 'please go' just got replaced with 'have a nice day.'
Xander ,'Selfless'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
Consuela - Jun 25, 2004 2:41:44 pm PDT #8505 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix
shrift - Jun 25, 2004 2:43:56 pm PDT #8506 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Hey, I saw you namechecked as a BNF somewhere earlier today.
This never fails to baffle me. Although considering my now limited Internet time, I'm sure I'll soon become That Evil Hellbitch Who Thinks She's Too Good to Answer E-mail.
§ ita § - Jun 25, 2004 2:44:42 pm PDT #8507 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I count pretty much any fanfic writer I've heard of and read enough to remember without actually posting with the a BNF. Shrift fulfilled that a long time ago.
Well, then she was a BNF. Now she's just the chick who is Dana and does everything, including slounging.
shrift - Jun 25, 2004 2:45:10 pm PDT #8508 of 10000
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Shrift is so totally a BNF.
Awk.
t digs a hole
t covers herself with leaves
amych - Jun 25, 2004 2:56:17 pm PDT #8509 of 10000
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
t starts an LJ community to bitch anonymously about those damn BNFs who always go around covering themselves with leaves
Emily - Jun 25, 2004 2:58:42 pm PDT #8510 of 10000
"In the equation E = mc⬧, c⬧ is a pretty big honking number." - Scola
Now she's a BNFCWL.
Steph L. - Jun 25, 2004 2:59:05 pm PDT #8511 of 10000
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Huh. I thought it was a BNF, but it's just a pile of leaves. This means I have to go back to badfic.
Dana - Jun 27, 2004 5:32:15 pm PDT #8512 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.
Because of his ministrations, she was twinkling like a planet in the black velvet firmament night, her light brighter than the closest celestial being to the earth, a cliche. She was humming like a cricket rubbing its back paws together in delight, filled with relish and satisfied appetite, every time he did that certain thing he did so well, pronounced that special ‘oh’ he uttered interminably, stereotypical.
I have...very little idea what's going on here.
She uttered while her voice was impracticably erotic, her mouth unfeasibly inviting, absolute lust pouring out of her pores.
I think Clearasil makes a product for that.
Next his hands were inside her pants, creeping slowly to the golden arches;
Yes, they're apparently going to McDonald's.
Susan W. - Jun 27, 2004 5:54:14 pm PDT #8513 of 10000
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
Next his hands were inside her pants, creeping slowly to the golden arches;
She whispered in his ear, "Would you like to supersize that?"
(To give credit where credit is due, that was DH's remark reading over my shoulder.)
Katie M - Jun 27, 2004 7:37:26 pm PDT #8514 of 10000
I was charmed (albeit somewhat perplexed) by the fannish sensibility of many of the music choices -- it's like the director was trying to vid Canada. --loligo on the Olympic Opening Ceremonies
You're sure this isn't some kind of AI, right, Dana?