Tara and Willow at first fighting about how powerful she's become, and then seguing into Tara's fear that Willow will leave her once she gets over her college lesbian stage...
Angel ,'Conviction (1)'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Ah, thank you Bil. Long time no see. What's been going on?
"Hey!" Anya protested. "You just leave his male bits alone, missy! Go play with your own kind!"
This is very Anya, I love Anya.
Not much. While I am here in BitchFic, I will admit that the old W&T story I never finished, is still on my to-do list, staring at me angrily...
It [their fight] just seemed to come up out of nowhere when I re-read those scripts before writing this part. Thought I'd put in a different segue.
Duh! The Segway People Mover! It's the phonetic English spelling of segue, a way of getting from one place in a story to another! I feel so smart! Almost as smart at the one time I was watching "Who Wants to Be A Millionaire" and they asked what karaoke means in Japanese, and I deduced it meant "empty orchestra" because karate means "empty hand".
Back to writing.
I would assume that it would be staring at you all sweaty and wearing exercise clothing. If I remember the story correctly.
Classes have started up and UPS is draining my soul by ripping off one piece at a time to chew on noisily for a bit, before discarding when worn out all too quickly and going for another bite...
UPS is draining my soul by ripping off one piece at a time to chew on noisily for a bit, before discarding when worn out all too quickly and going for another bite...
So your soul is made of Double Bubble?
I would assume that it would be staring at you all sweaty and wearing exercise clothing.
Yep, that's one.
You see, I really want to play with the changing power dynamic, Willow turned into the tenative one, Tara having proved her use independently of Willow to Buffy, and physically active earlier in the scene taking control of the situation and their relationship in her own terms, and echo that in the sexual action.
But my brain is just feeling ugh.
So your soul is made of Double Bubble?
Sorta. Except without the satisfying crack when you snap it.