It is. But I'd used it a couple times myself under the mistaken impression that it didn't.
You were very nearly devoured by a giant demon snake. The words 'let that be a lesson' are a tad redundant at this juncture.
Giles ,'Selfless'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Rebecca Lizard - Jan 10, 2003 6:17:48 pm PST #1017 of 10001
You sip / say it's your crazy / straw say it's you're crazy / as you bicycle your soul / with beauty in your basket
Connie Neil - Jan 10, 2003 6:25:13 pm PST #1018 of 10001
brillig
Probably because it's so close to the word huff, which is what people leave in, when they can't find their snit.
shrift - Jan 11, 2003 10:49:19 pm PST #1019 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Ahem. Any bitches awake for beta on a gen Buffy post-ep to 711 "Showtime"?
Dana's already had a look through, but I wouldn't mind another pair of eyes after I'm done tweaking.
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2003 10:50:41 pm PST #1020 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Yep.
shrift - Jan 11, 2003 10:58:11 pm PST #1021 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Yep.
t glom
I'll send it along in a few moments.
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2003 11:08:05 pm PST #1022 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Keen.
shrift - Jan 11, 2003 11:20:53 pm PST #1023 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Insent, PMM, and thank you kindly.
P.M. Marc - Jan 12, 2003 12:04:48 am PST #1024 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Insent shriftwards.
shrift - Jan 12, 2003 12:13:45 am PST #1025 of 10001
"You can't put a price on the joy of not giving a shit." -Zenkitty
Brill. I'm obviously not that bright when I'm tired, so the help is much appreciated.
P.M. Marc - Jan 12, 2003 1:35:26 am PST #1026 of 10001
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Whoa. I wrote.
Short Joyce gen piece.
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It's been six months since I took it off, but I still feel it like a missing limb. Six months since "us" split into "him" and "me". Six months, and the groove it wore in my finger is only just now starting to fade.
Six months, an old-growth forest of legal paperwork, and several hundred dollars spent on anti-wrinkle creams and potions that promise me all the things I wish I was stupid enough to believe. Six months spent smearing them on religiously, even though I know they're a waste of money and they won't make a difference; I just wanted to pretend I believed in miracles, for a little while.
It will be nice, not running into people who will ask me how I'm doing, that polite social concern stretched across their faces. Nice not to have to lie to them, to tell them that things are fine, that we're getting along better as friends than we were as husband and wife, that it's for the best, while the whole time my thumb worries the absent gold band. Nice to maybe make new friends, ones who won't feel like they have to choose a side and choose to retreat instead.
A fresh start. A new town, new faces, new people, a new gallery. A new school for Buffy, one where she can make a fresh start of her own. A new house with plenty of room for the two of us. It's more house than I ever thought I'd be able to afford, even with settlements and alimony and child support on top of my income.
We'll be happy here. I can feel it in my bones.