I have to say Spike/Xander never works for me. I enjoyed the fanfic for the hilarity of the Anita Blake crossover, but S/X is always a "Huh?" for me. Not that it bothers me, I just completely don't see it. Of course, I tend to be relatively slash-blind. (Except, oddly enough, for my current WIP, where the moment my male leads had their first scene together, I realized that my fanfic-inclined CP was going to slash them, and I have to resist the temptation to deliberately lay on the UST for her reading pleasure.)
Fred ,'A Hole in the World'
Literary Buffistas 3: Don't Parse the Blurb, Dear.
There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
oh god! It's starting already
It gets everyone, Laga. Once upon a time I swore I didn't have any clue what people saw in slash. Why the heck did anyone think guys together were hot.
I don't even recognize that person any more.
On the show I could never ever see Spike and Xander together, but I actually enjoy reading some S/X fics. It's just..separate in my head somehow, some writers can write it and make it work. I've tried to write Spike and Xander but I can't at all, because when I do I can't get past the fact that Xander loathes vampires and really doesn't like Spike or Angel and I just can't see him in canon having sex with either of them.
It's sort of aside place I like to visit.
It gets everyone, Laga.
Well, not everyone. M/M slash is so profoundly not my beautiful cake I can't even say. I'm not bothered in the least by other people finding it beautiful, but I just... don't.
At least, not the seriously porny, get-the-reader-hot stuff. Playing with subtext and messy character issues that the original writers and actors have left hanging and unresolved, I'll cheerfully go along for the ride. But for pure porn, if there isn't a woman involved somewhere I just feel like I'm standing outside a playground, my fingers laced through the cold chain-link fence, watching everyone frolic around in a game I'll never be invited to play. Throw a woman into the mix, and I'm all "Woo hoo! I have a sex proxy!" (And, er, yes, this does mean that I sometimes find f/f PWP kinda hot, 'cause, two proxies.)
I'm sure it all goes back to some unresolved grade-school issues about feeling left out and snubbed and getting all sulky about it, but it seems to be pretty firmly hardwired into me by now.
As often happens, JZ is me.
ETA except WRT f/f, because there are relatively few women who skew my Kinsey. Unless someone has written Doctor Who/Buffyverse crossover with Rose and Faith. That could be hot.
JZ, I've never felt closer to you than right now. (Except if it bothers you that that sounds like saying "How *you* doin'?' to both you and a certain music critic we both know.)And I used to think slashers were kind of insane anyway until I saw two things: a.House and Wilson running off to take a ride in a convertible with a stick shift. b. Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann picking lint from each other's jackets before going on "Letterman" (They did. Really. I'm not a slasher, but I'm not blind, either.) Then it was like "Oh, so that's slash!"
Rose and Faith.
Oh but Faith/Martha would be so much more mrowr-tastic.
Faith goes with everyone...I ought to get back to getting her with Claire from 6FU, in fact.
See, I'm all about the first season of new DW. The transition from Ninth to Tenth Doctor removed what hooked me in the first place, and the loss of Rose took it from Appointment Television to something I'll watch if I happen to be in the room when DH cues it up on the Tivo.
Dan Patrick and Keith Olbermann picking lint from each other's jackets before going on "Letterman"
Did they really? Oh, my dear. Stuff like that makes me wibble at the adorableness, but I don't know if that counts as responding-to-slash so much as being dorkily eager to go "Awwwww!" at any sweetly affectionate PDA or sign of crushiness. I mean, Lord knows I go all gooey inside just seeing teenage queer couples walking down Haight Street hand-in-hand the way they couldn't have twenty years earlier and still can't almost anywhere else. But I'm fairly sure "misty-eyed with quasi-maternal love" is not the reaction most slashers are really looking for.