'Touched'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Tact is: The ability to tell someone to go to Hell, and have them looking forward to the trip.
Round here we sell them tickets to Special Hell.
No out and out flames
Sadly, I had one real flame, over S/G. That was about the time I started looking for more slash-friendly places (and sex friendly, too. I don't write smut (much) but my characters have sex. Often, and sometimes loudly.)
My ff "flame" was "Slash? No, no, no, please, no." It was between two reviews of "Oh, boy, Spike and V!Giles? Cool!"
I love Spike. I love Giles. Personally, I wouldn't think of having them have sex together, but different strokes.At 14, I would've been completely stunned. It's funny though, if both characters are vampires I can imagine them shagging anybody. "Oh, you know vampires. They'll do it with everyone. Or eat them."
"Oh, you know vampires. They'll do it with everyone. Or eat them."
Which sums up my take on them nicely.
At 14, I would've been completely stunned.
That's probably really what the flame was. 'Giles is old and Spike's straight and you ought to see a therapist' really did strike me as more thier issue than mine.
My reaction to the "Giles is old! Ick!" statements is always a restrained sob and a virtual pat on the shoulder accompanied by "Someday, when you are a woman, you will understand, my dear." And I go back to mentally cataloging every lucious crag on ASH's face. Oh, and counting the imperfectly disguised lines on JM, too, while I'm at it.
I only hope I meet a man that old and decrepit one day.
That's pretty much what I did. And I tend to counter the 'they're straight' arguments with 'oh yeah? Giles and Ethan? Look again. Spike and Xander? Look again." I turned one person on to the HoYay that way.
Which sounds appropriately porny on re-reading.
I think you get a toaster for that, Am-Chau.
I don't find Giles, or ASH, hot, personally. It's not really an Eww! He's old! -type thing; it's more, I think, just the dykier-than-thou of my parts getting up and waving their arms. I just can't understand, viscerally or intellectually, any of the appeal.
Steph to me on the phone: That's just-- that's just wrong! Even-- chairs should find Giles hot!