Mal: How drunk was I last night? Jayne: Well I dunno. I passed out.

'Our Mrs. Reynolds'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

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


deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 8:04:37 am PDT #4880 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Plei, I so very much adore this story. I love an unconventional pairing that's so beautifully crafted, it doesn't read like slash, it reads like a script idea regretfully abandoned by the PTB because the storyline didn't quite mesh with the pairings they'd decided to follow. Brava, sweetie. Gorgeous.

Fay! I loved that! Mean to to say so earlier but I've been inventorying at Nic's office and have been basically asleep when not performing said count-y task.

Plei, ignoring the spelling, there's a word missing:

She didn't realize was struggling until he rolled off of her

Isn't that *she* was struggling?

(And oh, crap, "Britney bend like that" made me make a noise....)

(edit refux: and Victor's a tease.)


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 8:10:27 am PDT #4881 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

Word added!

(Well, okay, word added to the draft; I'm too lazy to go back to the actual thing.)

The NSync stuff, I fear, made me giggle. I think it's the part I like best in all the world.


deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 8:31:03 am PDT #4882 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

I could frellin' hear Lorne saying that.

hey, what time is good for phone call, to discuss trees and bunnifications and thangs? Are we talking after dark? I'm up in AIM right now, but I'm highly undercaffeinated.


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 8:37:45 am PDT #4883 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

hey, what time is good for phone call, to discuss trees and bunnifications and thangs? Are we talking after dark? I'm up in AIM right now, but I'm highly undercaffeinated.

After seven pm is good. Allows me time for naps/coffee/husband and possibly taking measurements of Pete and Jilli's yard for Future Use.


deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 8:39:58 am PDT #4884 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Sounds like he's going to build stocks or something. Hee!

After seven works great. I have a muchness to do today and a complete lack of motivational muchness with which to accomplish same.

Damn, Plei. That story really is a corker. So much for your muse hanging out elsewhere.


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 8:52:20 am PDT #4885 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

Damn, Plei. That story really is a corker. So much for your muse hanging out elsewhere.

My muse got bored with the cabana boys and decided to come hang with me for a while. I promised her music and the occasional low-carb beer.


deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 9:08:24 am PDT #4886 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Promise her accolades and bunnybabies.


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 9:21:42 am PDT #4887 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

Promise her accolades and bunnybabies.

She was looking at gardening sites all day yesterday.

That's probably the smarter plan.


deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 9:44:24 am PDT #4888 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.

Accolades, bunnybabies, and fresh-squeezed juices from various arcane plants.

(I do know there's an "r" in "arcane". Really.)

Plei, I'll ring you up tonight, after 7. Brainstorm session! With pie!


P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 9:49:03 am PDT #4889 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

Piepiepiepiepie....

PIE!