edit refux: and Victor's a tease.
BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Buffy: He ran away, right? Giles: Sort of, more. turned and swept out majestically, I suppose. Said I didn't concern him. Buffy: So a mythic triumph over a completely indifferent foe? Giles: Well, I'm not dead or unconscious, so I say bravo for me.
'Same Time, Same Place'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
victor infante - Jul 06, 2003 9:57:50 am PDT #4891 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 10:11:15 am PDT #4892 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Yup, Victor. I saw the typo, and left it.
It seemed - strangely appropriate.
Fay - Jul 06, 2003 10:15:51 am PDT #4893 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
(thinking about using all these fresh cherries I've got)
...okay, evidently Thamiris's Apocrypha has irrevocably linked cherries with Clark'n'Lex and the Big Gay Sex.
...it's a good link.
loving the fic, btw guys. Loving it.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 10:25:07 am PDT #4894 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Fay, Nic and I found a whole row of cherry trees last weekend, out in the Wine Country north of San Francisco (Napa, Clearlake, etc). They were just growing wild (not to mention wildly) on public land. The trees were so laden that boughs were touching the ground under the weight.
We just did our civic duty and relieved the pressure on the lower branches of a couple of trees, to the tune of about eight pounds of fresh cherries. Huge, dark, I think they're bings. If I have the patience to pit the damned things, they become pie or go into masses of pastry of some sort.
I want more fic, damnit.
Fay - Jul 06, 2003 10:31:00 am PDT #4895 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
You're not interested in Harry Potter fic, are you? 'Cause I just wrote another wee Snape/Lily piece. Should it be anyone's cup of tea.
Spoilers for OotP. Slightly. Which, I was happy to find, did not contradict my hypothesis about Snape having a thing for Harry's mum.
Deena - Jul 06, 2003 12:27:22 pm PDT #4896 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Incorporating the suggestions made (thank you ladies!) and smoothing out a few things I noticed on my own, here is the new! improved! with pictures! Ragtime to Jazz: A Spike and Dru Adventure
Lee - Jul 06, 2003 2:40:56 pm PDT #4897 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Very nice Deena. The story itself is great, and the photos and the notes at the end make it even better.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 6:01:41 pm PDT #4898 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Deena, did I mention that after reading that, I kept earworming "Brown Sugar" by the Stones?
Fay, will read, you bet. I'm essentially clueless on Harry Potter, but I probably know just enough for me to get the individual characters.
My drabble for the Sunday 100 today:
Alive
They're still not sure what happened.
There was a picture in my mind's eye, a vignette, really. The niblet, all trussed up on Glory's wobbly bit of fascist architecture; the demon who looked like the bloke from that "Cabaret" flick, whom I thought we could trust; the niblet's blood, splashing down, looking just like Sunday dinner, except for the sky opening and the whole bit about "there be monsters here".
Buffy, giving the niblet back her life. Running, jumping, falling - into my outstretched arms.
Did they really think I'd let her hit the ground?
Oh, please. Get a clue.
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P.M. Marc - Jul 06, 2003 6:04:54 pm PDT #4899 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
Okay. My nose is still not up to laughing things out it (I attempted to inhale cherry juice earlier today). Lalala.
deborah grabien - Jul 06, 2003 6:10:53 pm PDT #4900 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Plei! Are you up for phone call? I am home, at last, yo.