Cool biology point!I'm sporting a shiner right now, so I'm all hands on expert.
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Cool biology point!I'm sporting a shiner right now, so I'm all hands on expert.
I'm sporting a shiner right now, so I'm all hands on expert.
Should I take it the other guy looks worse?
Should I take it the other guy looks worse?
I need to start picking on guys my own size, methinks. But he felt my wrath.
Dayum.
Asleep on my feet, but I'm going to have comments on everything tomorrow, you dambetcha.
Oh, Elena, I liked the parallel between Andrew and Fred on the "Handsome Man Saved Me" thing. That pegs the hero-worship and neediness well.
Victor, is uniquity a word? I kept trying to read it as iniquity. Your Connor makes sense and I don't like Connor either.
SA, that's one of, if not the, strongest Faith voice I've read, I think.
Twenty minutes later and a lot of broken plywood furniture later
maybe twenty minutes and a lot of....later?
Nice stories. Man there's some good writing going on around here lately.
Lyra, I really like your Willow voice.
Wow.
Victor, I so do love that - all of it.
“Love dancing with Summers women,” said Angelus. “Bet you’ve got a lot of big sister’s moves, if you know what I mean.”
GAH. (channelling Plei, who's out of town)
Lyra, I'm loving the hell out of Original!Wes. And Willow's scenes with Amy - teenage witchy with the pencils and Doritos -hee!
A large green demon that looked vaguely like the Hulk crashed through the window, screaming "Slayer!" Faith looked absolutely delighted as she called out, "Over here, my man, been waiting for you all night." She jumped at it, it lumbered at her, Penny ran for the kitchen, and Wesley ate his toast.
I'm sputtering with laughter over here.
maybe twenty minutes and a lot of....later?
Mmm. Good point. Thanks.
I'm sputtering with laughter over here.
That's excellent for my self-esteem, which has been taking a self-inflicted beating lately. Thanks!
Nope. It rocks. SA, check your LJ - I'm offline in a moment because Nic needs the computer.
This week's Sunday 100? A slash challenge.
So.....
Reverie
(Angel/Wesley, no spoilers)
He touches me.
I've wanted him from the day I walked through Giles' library doors and saw him move out of the shadows, sleek, elegant, a brooding desirable ghost. He wore black; he always does. In my dreams, I strip the layers of black away to reveal the pale cold skin beneath.
He doesn't know that, of course. He doesn't know, or notice, or give a damn. Why would he? He has all the world and half history to choose from. He's had danger and delight. He's had the Slayer.
Tonight, he touches me. And he has his first Watcher.