Damn.mine too.
Oh, I get it. You just don't like who did the rescuing, that's all. Wishin' I was your boyfriend what's-his-height. Oh wait, he's run off.
Spike ,'Potential'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erikaj - Feb 11, 2004 4:50:48 am PST #8561 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Connie Neil - Feb 11, 2004 5:15:15 am PST #8562 of 10001
brillig
Xander in pain. I shouldn't enjoy it so much.
erikaj - Feb 11, 2004 5:44:48 am PST #8563 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
You just described Bayliss-oost.Exactly.
Deena - Feb 13, 2004 10:43:41 pm PST #8564 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara
I just did a couple of stories for a valentine's day ficathon. I seem to be all about the BDSM these days. Both are in my journal.
Pain Xander/Devon (of Dingoes Ate My Baby fame), NC-17, post Chosen. Song quotes in italics.
Don't Play Games With Me Lindsey/Darla, NC-17, Set a little after Redefinition and continuing through Epiphany, AtS, Season 2. Show quotes in italics.
Elena - Feb 13, 2004 11:30:41 pm PST #8565 of 10001
Thanks for all the fish.
Skipping to the end, studiously not looking at undoubtedly wonderful fic that will spoil me for Angel.
Same thing as Deena, but not so much BDSM. Supersynchronicity - Knox/Willow/Fred, rated - eh, R.
deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2004 6:21:37 am PST #8566 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Doods.
Those are three dam' fine fics, there. I'm a huge fan of watching the bit characters get centre stage, and get it properly.
sj - Feb 14, 2004 6:42:15 am PST #8567 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
What Deb said. Those three fics are excellent.
erikaj - Feb 14, 2004 1:08:05 pm PST #8568 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I fear I don't have the handle on Darla that you do, Deena.
erikaj - Feb 14, 2004 3:43:46 pm PST #8569 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I'm still trying to write my Homicide Queer Eye ep, but I'm stuck.
(Cause I dress about as well as Munch, I think)
At the Mall
CARSON, MUNCH, and KAY get out of the Fab Five-mobile.
CARSON: Are you going to be okay in here?
MUNCH: I guess. Why not? Just because I’m about to be co-opted by some Madison Avenue ideal, and one of my best friends in the world thinks it would be a good idea, what could be wrong with that?
CARSON(happy, a little oblivious): Well, ok, then. I was just wondering if you had some kind of light allergy or something. Explain the specs....although they do kind of give you an Elvis Costello/Lou Reed thing that I understand your generation to be rather attached to.
MUNCH: It helped us outcool the dinosaurs. The glasses stay, I was wearing them when you were just a twinkle of fairy dust in somebody’s eye. Ok, babe?
KAY: Aw, c’mon, Munchkin. Take ‘em off. I’ve worked with you four years and I’ve never seen your whole eyes.
MUNCH: In my fantasy, that sentence ends a lot differently.
CARSON: Me too. Usually it’s David Duchovny.
(KAY and CARSON share a moment.) MUNCH: Don’t let my massive identity crisis interfere with your kaffeeclatch, ladies.(takes off dark glasses): I never thought this would be a bad thing, but I feel naked. Naked and blind...I’m like a week-old puppy here.
deborah grabien - Feb 14, 2004 5:53:44 pm PST #8570 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
MUNCH: In my fantasy, that sentence ends a lot differently.
CARSON: Me too. Usually it’s David Duchovny.
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Oh, mercy, woman.