I hope you don't think that I just come over for the spells and everything. I mean, I really like just talking and hanging out with you and stuff.

Willow ,'First Date'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


erikaj - Mar 11, 2003 4:43:40 pm PST #2369 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Impressive, and sad.


deborah grabien - Mar 11, 2003 4:44:58 pm PST #2370 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I'm thinking the final bit (third story, that is, which aint gonna happen yet) will have the big happy ending, at least by my standards of happy endings.


§ ita § - Mar 11, 2003 5:04:13 pm PST #2371 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

Set post-Pensioner?

If only Giles weren't dead.


Connie Neil - Mar 11, 2003 5:04:46 pm PST #2372 of 10001
brillig

Bad ita! Bad, bad ita!


deborah grabien - Mar 11, 2003 5:06:48 pm PST #2373 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Post-Pensioner.

Hey, it's my fic, godamnit. If we put Wes in bed with Andrew, I can keep my honeybunny Rupert alive.


erikaj - Mar 11, 2003 5:34:25 pm PST #2374 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!

Please, could you?


Beverly - Mar 11, 2003 6:32:26 pm PST #2375 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.

Second that.


Rebecca Lizard - Mar 11, 2003 6:50:28 pm PST #2376 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

Damn, damn, damn.

deb. That's lovely.


deborah grabien - Mar 11, 2003 10:33:49 pm PST #2377 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Anyone willing to read it top to bottom as an entire Word doc?

Anyone?


P.M. Marc - Mar 11, 2003 10:56:18 pm PST #2378 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

What sort of pass do you need?