Yeah, Gee, like almost everybody in the early seasons, is The Shit.And, dude, they do fantasy on LOTS, Stanley had a 26 yo panting for him cause of his bowing, yeah? Science fiction. (No offense Bolander...love ya, Big Man, anybody else think Clarence Clemmons? But, dude...right.(/cynical about love)
Anne, I decided I couldn't write Meldrick, not that I don't love him too.
Sixteen yo Ripper and 16 yo Munch....probably. Do you think I can pull together that much:
-tude
-sexual jealousy
-lefty posturing
Don't answer that! And, as for the tone, it's the tone I've been waiting for....it's like it's my tone.As frightening as this is to the little part that wants kids, dogs and little corporate outfits, that is.
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
you wanna make a magic omelet? You gotta break some demon eggs."
*snerk*
Let me echo the perfect (almost typed pervect, heh) Xanderness of this phrase...
cause even I have to admit sixteen year olds with guns can only lead to badness, even if we are all kinds of mature in other fun and exciting ways. Most of which I've never experienced."
Cool. Cause I thought it would be like Xander to want to defend his age group. He is the "That's my hey, Hey!" guy after all.
Oh, God, Munch at sixteen. This could only lead to letterbombs and pregnant librarians....dead conservatives as far as the eye could see, and that was just *one*.
This is just wonderful.
Cool. I think Gee is being a little alarmist here, but I wouldn't blame him for thinking worst-case.
he had a resolve that would not be tampered with
That's my boy. OK, my and Elena's boy. Oh, all right, we'll share. A little.
I just want to let him be the hero(and Bayliss' mouthy doppleganger) then you can defile and corrupt him, I promise.I'm not overusing that gag, am I? Cause I think it's funny, but I might be the only one. "Virtue isn't virtue unless it slams up against vice." after all.And I think when FP said "slam" he meant porn. But I'm glad you thought he was good...I've not written much for the Xan-Man.
I'm rethinking the Tim N Willow scene at the Bronze right now.. note the absence of/....but dude, would that be the awkward leading the awkward or what...but I keep coming back to Munch and Spike at Willy's. So, just because:
Munch said "Ok, assuming you're right, how exactly would this vengeance bit go down?"
Spike said "It usually involves a wish...something like 'God, I wish the irritating git next to me would find somewhere else to take his boring personal problems. Only with warts or banishment. Then the demon touches her power center and Bob's your uncle."
Munch says "That sounds incredibly hot."
"Wrong power center. It's usually on a chain or something. And they say I have a one track mind. Bloody Hell! You make me look like Robert Sodding Browning. And you're stingy with the drinks, too. I thought your people say that's just a myth."
"My 'people'? I come here seeking information, and a little solidarity, and all you do is get ethnic. I feel incredibly sorry for you, Sid."
"Spike. Sid's more dead than me. Poor bastard."
"We'll have two more over here," Munch said. "I have to make a phone call."
Spike chuckled and said "I knew it would work."
Eavesdropping was one of Spike's favorite nonviolent, non-naked hobbies. Munch said "Gwennie, it's me,"Spike laughed, as the pause lengthened. "Your ex-husband. John. I've got something to ask that might be a little strange."
"When have I not? What the hell is that supposed to mean, Gwen? If memory serves, I wasn't the only one getting two rides on that trolley in San Francisco. And, no, I haven't been drinking...for Christ's sake, Gwennie, I do too call you sober. Listen, do you still resent me?"
"I know it's a stupid question...I'm humbling myself to ask a stupid question, here.
God, he sounded all right, Spike thought, but he made Peaches sound virile, when you got right down to it.
Then the demon touches her power center and Bob's your uncle."
Munch says "That sounds incredibly hot."
Goddamnit, erika, I just hurt myself, swallowing down the wrong pipe.
Evil woman.
I know. Hopeless isn't it. I may need a program or something.