“I’m a cop,” Lenny said. “That’s what we do. Along with eating donuts and closing out bars with “Danny Boy."
You just can't *not* write the perfect zinger, can you, babe?
Simon ,'Objects In Space'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
“I’m a cop,” Lenny said. “That’s what we do. Along with eating donuts and closing out bars with “Danny Boy."
You just can't *not* write the perfect zinger, can you, babe?
No pressure. But thank you.
Erika, brilliant. That's just amazing.
I believe the council, or giles, or someone said that was the reason the council was so cold, the deaths of the slayers, but I wasn't sold on it. It wasn't a good enough explanation for their actions, and it's not now, but... it's a lot more believable now.
You liked the Briscoe take on the destiny thing.
This:
But he’d fought a lot of good fights and lost. And thanks to sobriety, he could remember them all. Ain’t clean living grand?
My favorite line. I was nodding along with him.
Thanks. Dude,I'm thirty and all ready to shake my head and say "Kids. They just don't know." This is wrong, on some level.
Hee! and I'm 40, so I'm shaking my head at you and saying... Okay, not really *g*
Somehow I missed a step. And the memo that I'm not homicide. Or Jewish. Isn't there supposed to be some optimistic youthful phase in here, someplace, you know? Between insecure teenager and beat-up and jaded? And the voices in my head say "Yeah. My first marriage."
I don't think some of us get optimistic and youthful. I think the ones who do get it require extra, so they suck it out of those of us who didn't hold on to it when there was a chance...or something.
Could be a conspiracy...