Oh, that's frightening.
But thank you.
Willow ,'First Date'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Oh, that's frightening.
But thank you.
Not frightening - Tom Lenk plays his face like an Amadi when it comes to putting Andrew across. And he does it so damned consistently that I can link up just what he'd do with his face when he does certain things with his voice.
You know, I need to finish "Emma, We're Needed" because (among other reasons) I want to send it to Roz as a prezzie. Be warned, I intend to use the traditional Avengers sight gag (them riding off on the whack vehicle at the end of the ep) to killing effect at the end of this story.
Oh dear! I can't wait to see the end, in that case.
I'm writing some now. It's tense, but it also seems to want to be funny, in a '60s Carnaby Street Hard Day's Night" way.
BTW, the demon Giles and Ethan and Dierdre summoned up - what's the proper spelling, do you know? Igon? Eyegon? Eyghon?
I need it.
The last one, I think.
My S100 drabble:
The Groove
Spike made himself comfortable. He settled back into the couch, adjusting the pillows to fit his head. A beer was wedged between the armrest and his leg, a full bowl of popcorn within easy reach. He gave a sigh of contentment and grabbed the remote control.
Just as he was about to press play, a perky teenaged voice asked, "Whatcha doin'?"
He inclined his head in Dawn's general direction and said, "Why don't you come over and see, pet?"
She snuggled in next to him, taking a handful of popcorn. Her eyes brightened as she heard, "Grease is the word..."
Eyghon, IIRC.
It's Eyghon. I had to use it in Tuesday.
Multiple x-post.
Ple, AIM? I'm paper-bound, so I'm up for awhile.
Technically, I'm watching a movie, and attempting to self-Doblerize at the moment, so I don't think I'll be on. Though I've got a weird urge for Blues Brothers fic now.