I couldn't believe it the first twenty times you told us, but it's starting to sink in now.

Riley ,'Lessons'


Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers  

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


Consuela - Aug 08, 2004 8:13:07 pm PDT #8798 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

was particularly struck by how smoothly the FS characters mapped onto those of Casablanca.

Fi and I had a lot of fun plotting that out, particularly Braca and Rygel. Heee.


Connie Neil - Aug 09, 2004 8:46:48 pm PDT #8799 of 10000
brillig

Sigh. The lastest chapter of Reposession is up. She's tying up all the loose ends and setting up the big finish. Too bad she didn't put some clues to the "big revelations" in a bit sooner, I wouldn't be rolling my eyes so much. And I called the Big Revelation weeks and weeks ago. Sigh again. I didn't even finish the chapter. We get the point, Laz, it's all connected, they're all family, have been for centuries, how wonderful to belong to each other.. This is two chapters you've spent on repeating and repeating it.


Dana - Aug 11, 2004 4:51:50 am PDT #8800 of 10000
I'm terrifically busy with my ennui.

She had forgotten her misuse of his friendship for Michael had lent her a friendly hand and she had chosen to place it on her groin instead of her mind.

***

“No Michael, let me. You are as you say - a very rich man, and as you well know money makes people very attractive. But I would dare to remark that if you were penniless, you would still be enchanting. Honestly, with those eyes, that hair, that ass, the voice, the accent, the lips, the strut, the charm… yes Michael you could be poor and somehow I could see women throwing themselves at you.” She allowed him to kiss her eyes with the alluring green gaze of his beautiful orbs.


Nutty - Aug 11, 2004 5:26:31 am PDT #8801 of 10000
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

So... Nikita narrowly avoided amateur brain surgery, and then, in the second one, I'm just guessing here, they are, um, looking at each other? Or possibly exchanging vitreous humor directly in an eyeball-to-eyeball transplant.

Which, is a form of intimacy.


Dani - Aug 11, 2004 6:05:53 am PDT #8802 of 10000
I believe vampires are the world's greatest golfers

I wear contacts so I am obviously not bothered by sticking my fingers in my eyes and yet? That second quotation squicked me.

Keep your gaze from kissing my eyes! Gnargggh.


Vonnie K - Aug 11, 2004 6:21:18 am PDT #8803 of 10000
Kiss me, my girl, before I'm sick.

I have a vision of Michael's Beautiful Green Orbs... flying off his eye sockets with the life of their own, with the vessels and nerves all hanging out from the said sockets, and attacking Nikita's eyelids with their teeth--for if the eyeballs had mouths to kiss, they'd surely have teeth. Pointy ones.

It's not a mere fanfic! It's a David Cronenberg movie!


Katie M - Aug 11, 2004 6:41:14 am PDT #8804 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

Dude, Michael is not that hot.

That is all.

No, wait, that's not all. Vividcon! Me, Vonnie, Dana, Shrift, Theodosia, Micole. Right? Am I missing any other Buffistas who are going to be there?


§ ita § - Aug 11, 2004 6:44:53 am PDT #8805 of 10000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Michael is not that hot.

Hush, you.


Fay - Aug 11, 2004 6:58:05 am PDT #8806 of 10000
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.

She had forgotten her misuse of his friendship for Michael had lent her a friendly hand and she had chosen to place it on her groin instead of her mind.

Are we SURE this isn't babblefish?

Man. It's like re-reading Core. Only worse, maybe.


Consuela - Aug 11, 2004 6:10:32 pm PDT #8807 of 10000
We are Buffistas. This isn't our first apocalypse. -- Pix

Am I missing any other Buffistas who are going to be there?

I hate you all.

t sulks