::laughing hysterically at alien cocktree::
Cordelia ,'The Cautionary Tale of Numero Cinco'
Fan Fiction: Writers, Readers, and Enablers
This thread is for fanfic recs, links, and discussion, but not for actual posting of fanfic.
I was so proud of Dana; she corrupted us, and we corrupted him!
Wait, wasn't he writing subtexty exchanges between Angel & Doyle and Angel & Wesley long before we got our hands on him?
Oh, absolutely. But did he know the word "slash"?
I don't have a link to the original discussion, but I can post what made it into the BRQG:
Fay: I was deeply saddened that there wasn't any more explanation of the whereabouts of The SuperBaby, though - I was firmly of the belief that Lex had to be carrying it in his ass, and should hence have developed a booty that would put J-Lo to shame. Evidently the 15' x 5' SuperPenis managed (unsurprisingly) to deposit the SuperSperm somewhere in Lex's abdomen instead.
shrift: Fifteen feet! It's the Jolly Krypton Giant! Clark must have penis space vaster by far than the katana space in Duncan MacLeod's ubiquitous duster!
Fay: I always knew Lex was brave, but my goodness, the sheer chutzpa of the man. Such masterly understatement in the face of a flesh-rendingly vast alien appendage. 'Is that a Grenade Launcher in your pocket or are you pleased to see me?'
Dana: Clark, you'll rip me apart like wrapping paper, but that's a sacrifice I'm willing to make for our love.
shrift: I'm imagining Lex clinging to Clark's cock like it's a mast in a tossing sea of lust.
Nutty: Grenade launcher, nothing. That's a Stinger missile. You can take down a helicopter with one of those, yaknow.
Although, generally speaking, one doesn't take something 5' around in hand. One might try to tuck it under one arm, but one would probably end up plopping it into a wheelbarrow or a flatbed truck.
To say nothing of what it's got to weigh.
Fay: And human teens think they have problems with getting inconvenient erections?
That just improved my day by a factor of ten.
(shrift, I had plans to e-mail you yesterday, but I suspect I'm in waving distance of being as busy as you are.)
(shrift, I had plans to e-mail you yesterday, but I suspect I'm in waving distance of being as busy as you are.)
(Nn. Yeah. I've been kind of AWOL. Work+wedding stuff+me feeling like ass+my stress goes to 11!!!!=me unable to deal with fandom.)
(I figured. Some day we'll look back at this and be glad it's over.)
Huh. Someone did her homework. [link]
Look at the "fanfic links" page. There's even a link to Leviathan. And the writer interviewed Kemper!
Shrift is in that list as a major Buffy archive! Neat! I wonder if the author contacted all those archives for permission to mention.
Gosh, the article makes me feel, well, sane, not like a freak. Cool.
I wasn't contacted. As far as I know, anyway. I have an e-mail backlog that makes the baby Jesus cry, and now I'm wondering if she did...