(gribbling)
That was a lot of work, for one morning.
Mopping floors now. Waaaaay easier.
but I did begin the epilogue....
Lorne: My little prince. Oh…what did they do to you? Angel: Nina…tried to…eat me. Lorne: Oh, you're--medic! You're gonna make it Angel. Just don't stop fighting. Doctor! Is there a Gepetto in the house?
'Smile Time'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
deborah grabien - Mar 10, 2003 3:04:40 pm PST #2344 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deena - Mar 10, 2003 3:14:10 pm PST #2345 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Does it help knowing more people will see this and love it than will see your sparkling clean floors?
deborah grabien - Mar 10, 2003 3:37:37 pm PST #2346 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, the sparkling clean floors (and they are, now) are for writers group tonight: one pregnant lady, so clean is good.
Beverly - Mar 10, 2003 3:41:14 pm PST #2347 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Deb, that was not only visual, it was audible. As Deena said, amazing. I'm going to have to read The Pensioner again now.
connie. Of all the scoobs, I could see any of them, all of them, turned and staked before Giles. My sweet, precious Giles. Can't even think of him...
...but now you've done it, and there he is. You've got all the voices, all the mannerisms just right. And now I'm not sure what's canon and what's connie's.
Plei, do you ever wonder if they give AD lines, or just tell him what Wes needs to say and turn him loose. Or could he play the phone book with that weary, bitter but not beaten twist to his voice and his face? You've got him, dearie. To the life.
Connie Neil - Mar 10, 2003 3:42:50 pm PST #2348 of 10001
brillig
And now I'm not sure what's canon and what's connie's.
Beam!!
deborah grabien - Mar 10, 2003 3:44:34 pm PST #2349 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Bev, actually, I think I may try beefing that up a bit - I expect it needs a bit more in her head, about Rupert's promise to always back her up, about that same promise not 48 hours earlier, about his abandoning it at the first opportunity.
Because in DC (Deb's Canon), that would have been why she went completely isolationist, abandoned the world, began looking at dimensions instead.
Beverly - Mar 10, 2003 4:02:51 pm PST #2350 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Well, anything you add to it will be more to the good, of course. But the bones are there, and they are some well-articulated bones, IMO.
P.M. Marc - Mar 10, 2003 4:15:23 pm PST #2351 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
Plei, do you ever wonder if they give AD lines, or just tell him what Wes needs to say and turn him loose. Or could he play the phone book with that weary, bitter but not beaten twist to his voice and his face? You've got him, dearie. To the life.
Snerk. He could play the phone book. Honest.
Danke.
Rebecca Lizard - Mar 10, 2003 6:09:05 pm PST #2352 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
t weeps
Shit, deb.
erikaj - Mar 10, 2003 6:32:33 pm PST #2353 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
What Rebecca Said.