He probably sat there for hours watching his hand move. A few times I've sat down intending to write something to Explore something, and that usually doesn't work at all...what's that about?
Do I wish I was somebody else right now. Somebody not... married, not madly in love with a beautiful woman who can kill me with her pinkie!
Wash ,'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erikaj - Jan 11, 2004 8:37:38 am PST #8187 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2004 10:31:22 am PST #8188 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Watching my S3 Buffy DVDs, I was struck with the need for Gwendolyn Post/Xander fic.
Any takers?
deborah grabien - Jan 11, 2004 10:41:11 am PST #8189 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, MY, Steph. Now that's going to percolate...
erikaj - Jan 11, 2004 10:46:00 am PST #8190 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Intriguing, but I doubt I'll have time for it. My fics take too long...you'd be "Gwendolyn Who?" before I finished.
Steph L. - Jan 11, 2004 11:09:00 am PST #8191 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Oh, MY, Steph. Now that's going to percolate...
Heh. I just want to see Xander hurt a little.
Connie Neil - Jan 11, 2004 4:03:53 pm PST #8192 of 10001
brillig
I just want to see Xander hurt a little
Patience, Teppy, patience . . .
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2004 4:18:58 pm PST #8193 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
Magpie (Piedmargaret on LJ), has a little drabble challenge going on at the moment.
My entry:
The Younger Summers Sister
Sometimes, Dawn resents that Buffy has more memories of Mom than she does. Buffy will always have more memories of Mom, because Buffy's older, just like Buffy will always be the reason her teachers expect her to start cutting classes or starting fights, just because her last name is Summers and they've heard of her sister.
All the teachers have heard of her sister. It's never anything good. Sometimes she wants to scream, "I'm the younger Summers sister, the good one, remember?" She was, until the year Mom died. Except that she wasn't. She wasn't real.
Dawn resents that, too.
erikaj - Jan 11, 2004 5:41:41 pm PST #8194 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Here's mine....it's ok, not great.
The One Handed Lawyer He’s always the one-handed lawyer. Even if he has the best prosthesis evil money can buy, the story always gets out, and then people become fascinated with his left arm, like he has some hook under there like in some campfire story. He also billed more hours this year than the incomparable Lilah Morgan, but people never ask about that. Even his rise from a town most people in LA don’t even fly over is not as interesting as what happened to his arm, not what actually happened, just the mere fact of leaving a part of himself somewhere.
P.M. Marc - Jan 11, 2004 6:16:04 pm PST #8195 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
So addictive...
The Dark Slayer
It's weird, being one of many, not one of two. Five years, she's been the bad Slayer, the dark Slayer, the other Slayer. The one that's not Buffy, the one with blood on her hands. Evil, that's what Angel said Wes called her.
There's blood all over her now. Her blood, B's blood, Robin's and Kennedy's and Rona's, all over her hands and shirt. Hellmouth's history, so's prison. Maybe she's the one on the left, or the one handing out bandages, but she sure as hell ain't what she was.
Maybe she's just Faith. She likes the sound of that.
deborah grabien - Jan 11, 2004 6:20:23 pm PST #8196 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Ooooh! oooohooh! I like those. I like the concept. Here's mine:
The Shy Witch
It's ridiculous.
Willow stands there. She stares into the mirror and she makes noises like a bad 12-step in reverse, like one of those EST seminar things her mother doesn't like talking about. She pumps herself up: I am strong, I am powerful, I am the Channel of all that is Gaia, I can do this. Sometimes, for a few minutes, she actually believes it.
And yet, when the moment comes, it's the leggy girl with the tongue stud and the attitude who makes the first move. And Willow looks into a different kind of mirror, and sees herself there.