More, please.
This is my boat. They're part of my crew. No one's getting left. Best you get used to that.
Mal ,'Ariel'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Deena - Jan 14, 2003 10:54:22 pm PST #1041 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Connie Neil - Jan 14, 2003 10:55:43 pm PST #1042 of 10001
brillig
Be patient, please, my muse has gone off to Bimini again. Darn her, she disappears in the middle of the night, just leaving a note behind.
Deena - Jan 14, 2003 10:57:04 pm PST #1043 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Okay, I can do patience. It sounded like them. That's always my first criteria, I think. So, that was good. I just want more, but I can wait.
Elena - Jan 14, 2003 11:08:18 pm PST #1044 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Did you want me to track down your muse? I can do it. I'll even rough her up a little if you like.
Connie Neil - Jan 14, 2003 11:20:21 pm PST #1045 of 10001
brillig
You'll go to Bimini for me? I know it's a sacrifice and all, but I'd appreciate it. There's a cabana boy named Raoul she's spoken of ...
Elena - Jan 14, 2003 11:22:13 pm PST #1046 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Hmm. Maybe if I distract Raoul she'll come back to you. I must think of a cunning plan.
P.M. Marc - Jan 14, 2003 11:22:55 pm PST #1047 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
Yargh. Anyone remember without me having to dig through my screencaps if Wes's bedroom floor is carpeted?
Deena - Jan 14, 2003 11:23:22 pm PST #1048 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I would go to Bimini and take her place, but I don't know if Raoul is prepared to midwife. Hmmm, still, Bimini.
Deena - Jan 14, 2003 11:23:45 pm PST #1049 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
yes, carpet, ugly carpet, I think.
Connie Neil - Jan 14, 2003 11:23:51 pm PST #1050 of 10001
brillig
Something tells me Plei's contemplating the possibilities of rug burn. Ouch.
And, no, sorry, no idea.