connie, how do I pronounce "Huw"?
(damn stupid frelling sticky keyboard muttermumble)
Inara: So. Would you like to lecture me on the wickedness of my ways? Book: I brought you some supper, but if you'd prefer a lecture, I've a few very catchy ones prepped. Sin and hellfire... one has lepers.
'Serenity'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Beverly - Apr 19, 2003 2:36:22 pm PDT #3555 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Am-Chau Yarkona - Apr 20, 2003 1:57:19 am PDT #3556 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Young Ethan Coombe is wanting his own series, darn his eyes. He's going to have to wait till I finish with his uncle and his uncle's "old friends" and all the lot of them.
That's the idea, young Ethan. Tell her if you don't get your own series, you'll give your sister the map of R'lyeh.
Naughty child!
Anne W. - Apr 20, 2003 5:40:19 am PDT #3557 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Connie, that was wonderful! It was so good that I was sad when it was over. I would happily read a novel about the Coombe family and their lovable yet roguish uncle.
deborah grabien - Apr 20, 2003 11:19:36 am PDT #3558 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
That's the idea, young Ethan. Tell her if you don't get your own series, you'll give your sister the map of R'lyeh
BWAH!
Connie Neil - Apr 20, 2003 6:48:55 pm PDT #3559 of 10001
brillig
I believe Huw is pronounced Hugh, I think it's Welsh. To be honest, I pulled it from a book on my bookshelf.
edit: I've got lots of ideas depending on what happens in the series. Ethan Coombes, baby Watcher, for instance.
P.M. Marc - Apr 20, 2003 7:55:48 pm PDT #3560 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
Sunday 100 again, theme reflections.
Glass
It's just a piece of silvered glass, its edges beveled and tucked into a seventy year old wooden frame. If he hit it hard enough, it would shatter, breaking into a thousand jagged fragments.
Just glass, polished and treated. When he showers, it fogs up. Water splashing up from from the sink leaves small dots of hard water white. Fingers mark it with oily prints whenever he sends Wes or Gunn or Cordy up to collect aspirin or bandages or iodine or whatever else they need after a fight.
Just glass, its surface reflecting everything around it, everything but him.
Elena - Apr 20, 2003 8:24:29 pm PDT #3561 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Nice, Plei. Nice, Fay. (and I'll read more closely later)
Connie, very nice - both 'Left Side' and the Ethan one (except you have him say about the books 'there as much yours as mine' and it should be they're, of course).
I will comment more extensively later.
I will also post my flash fic-a-thon story in the morning.
§ ita § - Apr 20, 2003 9:21:37 pm PDT #3562 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Trying to think of a title for this drabble ...
That red! She'd already removed and reapplied the lipstick too many times. It was supposed to scream. She smiled, and then grimaced at herself. If she looked half as scary to the rest of the world as she did to herself, then this plan just might work.
If.
Once, just once, after looking around the empty bathroom, did she stand with her shoulders pushed back, cleavage unhidden, and run her hands slowly down the smooth leather, trying to imagine what it would feel like to be powerful enough, dark enough, to wear this outfit, instead of being worn by it.
P.M. Marc - Apr 20, 2003 9:38:20 pm PDT #3563 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
Gah!
ita, no title, but GAH!
deborah grabien - Apr 20, 2003 9:47:35 pm PDT #3564 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
New Sunday 100. Someone hook me up?