Oh, WOW.
DAYUM, SA. This is a corker.
We have to see the chimp playing hockey! That's hilarious! The ice is so slippery, and, and monkeys are all irrational. We have to see this!
Anya ,'Bring On The Night'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
deborah grabien - Nov 10, 2003 11:34:50 am PST #7411 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erikaj - Nov 10, 2003 11:38:41 am PST #7412 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Yes, wrod.
Anne W. - Nov 10, 2003 12:01:44 pm PST #7413 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
Oh, this is yummy stuff, SA.
victor infante - Nov 10, 2003 12:05:22 pm PST #7414 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Oh, and Victor? Still waiting for more of yours. I loved Gunn, English and Angel returning to S-2 footing, sorta.
And you will get some--right after I get back from California.
Been too tired to write lately. Sincerely hoping a vacation will recharge my batteries some.
Lyra Jane - Nov 10, 2003 12:09:36 pm PST #7415 of 10001
Up with the sun
SA, this is gorgeous. it's nice to read about a new slayer who *isn't* pleased by the suden superpowers.
smonster - Nov 10, 2003 12:15:16 pm PST #7416 of 10001
We won’t stop until everyone is gay.
SA, terrific. A wonderful exploration of the shock of new strength and the not-so-pretty reality she's living with. The question hanging in the air is will being a Slayer make her life better?
Deena - Nov 10, 2003 12:16:41 pm PST #7417 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
Holy moley, SA, I think that made me sick to my stomach.
Wow.
deborah grabien - Nov 10, 2003 12:24:05 pm PST #7418 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Making her a dancer is a great touch. The entire predication - hey, lookit, I'm just a nice physically average girl who never really thinks much about her body and suddenly I have super powers!" - is beautifully absent here.
Since I danced for eight years, the punch of this character was just as visceral as Deena said. Imagine knowing every move you can push your body into, and then suddenly finding you know nothing at all?
deborah grabien - Nov 10, 2003 3:39:13 pm PST #7419 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Damn. I totally didn't check into LJ this weekend.
Here's an autumn drabble:
EQUINOX
She moves through the churchyard, stamping on deadfall.
It's the end of the season, and the time is coming, that moment of the year when she feels it draw in upon itself. She delights in those months between equinox and solstice: shortened days, length of nights when she is quicksilver and fear in the dark restless hours, invisible in alleys and down tree-lined lovers lanes, where the warm pulses beat fast in vital throat. Their scarves, their mufflers, their gloves, will become her trophies.
Dru smiles, trampling brightly vivid leaves, and thinks about how the sound is like necks snapping.
deborah grabien - Nov 10, 2003 3:56:26 pm PST #7420 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
serial:
second Autumn-themed drabble:
Reverie
She hates the countryside.
Mostly, Olivia is a city girl. She was born in London, reared in London, went to school there and took her O and A levels there. She's not a Cockney, you can't hear Bow bells way out at Hammersmith, but still, she feels a proper Londoner.
None of which explains why an October weekend in Dorset, among dreaming towns and moor ponies, should make her miss Rupert with a hot unstoppable tear-heavy ache. Yet the effect is undeniable. She misses him, sees his absent shadow on every tweed-clad rider on every horse down every country lane.