Yes, well, we love you anyway.
How did your brain even learn human speech? I'm just so curious.
Wash ,'Objects In Space'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Connie Neil - May 24, 2003 1:44:31 am PDT #3999 of 10001
brillig
Connie Neil - May 24, 2003 1:44:47 am PDT #4000 of 10001
brillig
Number slut!
Am-Chau Yarkona - May 24, 2003 2:31:05 am PDT #4001 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty
Damn, I'm going to hate going back to a normal schedule
I'm not going to be happy about it, either. This is wonderful stuff, connie. I suppose asking you to resist the lure of the DVDs is too much, but really... who wants to watch Lindsey and Doyle?
Deena - May 24, 2003 8:19:36 am PDT #4002 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Susan, I loved that. It was very nice. I noticed one thing:
She loves the way his pale skin and pale hair reflect back every little bit of light in the dim basement, and she runs her hands over her shoulders and down his back. She wants to memorize what he feels like.
she runs her hands over her shoulders?
Plei, lovely, as usual.
Connnnnnnnnnnieeeeeeeeee! You can't leave it there! No, more, yes, damn it!
Susan W. - May 24, 2003 10:49:25 am PDT #4003 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
she runs her hands over her shoulders?
Good catch! I must've read the damn thing ten times and not noticed, because my brain helpfully sees only what I meant to say.
Connie Neil - May 25, 2003 11:41:30 pm PDT #4004 of 10001
brillig
deborah grabien - May 25, 2003 11:48:59 pm PDT #4005 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Not sure if I can post my Sunday 100 here; it's spoilery for "Chosen".
Elena - May 25, 2003 11:55:58 pm PDT #4006 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
We're NAFDA, post away, but warn.
deborah grabien - May 26, 2003 12:16:13 am PDT #4007 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Cool. Consider yourself warned, if you haven't seen "Chosen" then.
Roadside Roses (spoilery for Chosen)
He had left the schoolbus as everyone slept.
They were miles from where Sunnydale had once stood. So many memories, summer days, books smelling of the Library's mysterious alchemy and the green ichor that was the blood of demons; training with Buffy, researching with Willow. So young, so strong, so many.
He picked roses from the edge of the road, where they'd been planted as a windbreak for grapevines. In the chilly sublight just before morning, he scratched himself on thorns, twining the stems together, setting the wreath down.
"Goodbye, Joyce," he said quietly, and went back to the bus.
Cindy - May 26, 2003 7:07:41 am PDT #4008 of 10001
Nobody
deborah - I just saw that on the journal. You made me cry.
I have to catch up with this thread. I am 122 posts behind, and it's my new favorite.
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Here's my drabble -
Set After the BtVS finale, 7.22, Chosen
(warning - it's really, really, self-indulgent bad!fic - I was feeling sniffly)
“So… goodbye, huh? Catch up with the others. My folks are in Oxnard. I know where to find them,” chokes Xander.
“Xander. No. This is goodbye to the demons in our past. The good comes with us, into the future. That’s the point,” she says. She turns, crying. He doesn’t see.
“Okay,” he says, not believing, not understanding, not daring. Then, of course, he stumbles. The contents of his suitcase spill everywhere.
She rushes back to help, as he’s frantically stuffing his things back into his luggage. He doesn’t look up, until he hears Buffy ask, “Can I have you?”