I watched two Avengers episodes last night. I blame Deb.
Anya ,'Get It Done'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
HA! Was Emma driving her red Lotus Elan? My grandfather actually collected vintage cars, and he had a Lagonda similar to one that Steed drove.
Off to buy shooooooooz....
They were in a hay cart, at the end. We're working our way through the whole Mrs. Peel run, and we're almost to the end of 1965.
So I'm writing blatantly self-serving Weslay'N'Gun4Evah!!!!1! porn.
I have no shame. In fact, my shame is off happily giving a blowjob to a man in a skirt.
God bless you and your generous shame, shrift.
So when are you going to let us see it shrift?
So when are you going to let us see it shrift?
Um, sometime soonish, probably.
Yeah!
(Please note by the way, that my question was not only self serving and shameless, but also didn't require me to actually do anything. )
(Please note by the way, that my question was not only self serving and shameless, but also didn't require me to actually do anything. )
And Perkins scores the trifecta!
A drabble that I just posted to the Sunday100 community on LiveJournal, but since it's so short, instead of linking, I'll just give it to you here:
Play It Again, Lilah
Lilah spotted him in the bar mirror, all stubble and leather jacket. “Down these mean streets walks a man who is not himself mean,” she quoted as she swung around to display herself at her best: rolled hair, killer lipstick, silk dress slit to here, rolled stockings, killer shoes.
Wesley smiled haunted sadness. “Sam Spade turned in Brigid O’Shaughnessy. Perhaps you’d prefer Rick Blaine?”
“And you stand by while I fly to France? I’d rather the intrigue with the fat man, and Joel Cairo, and ‘the stuff that dreams are made of.’”
“The ending could use some work,” Wesley said.