Finally, Bayliss, looking suspiciously bedraggled and smelling like a perfume counter
Dudesse, I can so see this...
Prepare to uncouple -- uncouple.
Oz ,'Same Time, Same Place'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
deborah grabien - May 31, 2004 10:00:06 am PDT #9324 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
erikaj - May 31, 2004 10:05:53 am PDT #9325 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I know! And he'd be looking all guilty and shit...cause hey, it's Friday...that's what Timmy does. And he's just been licked...he would have to think that was Wrong...and I think I might want to come back to that thought, some other time.
deborah grabien - May 31, 2004 10:09:25 am PDT #9326 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
He's just been licked by pretty women in corsets, no less. Double trouble!
erikaj - May 31, 2004 10:40:21 am PDT #9327 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod...I wonder how that conversation about perversion would've gone if he'd seen that.
deborah grabien - May 31, 2004 11:00:58 am PDT #9328 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
I personally wonder how blissed Munch would have been by it.
erikaj - May 31, 2004 7:43:04 pm PDT #9329 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
It would be the seminal experience of his life.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 12:02:55 pm PDT #9330 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
This weeks "Open on Sunday" challenge makes me happy. Bowie song titles. Woot!
Rebel, Rebel
She stares at herself in the mirror.
Oh, man, it's bad. The scars, okay, fine, whatever, she's earned those. The Slayer gig doesn't make for satin-smooth skin, and the time in the joint? Her face isn’t the only thing that got lines from all the tight clenching.
The sag, yeah, what-fucking-ever. She's still mad hot, she can still sex it up with anyone, anything, anytime at all.
But the eyes - they're all wrong. Tired dark empty weary who the fuck's eyes are those? Not hers, no way.
Faith meets her own stare in the mirror, and her face crumples.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 12:14:08 pm PDT #9331 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
and, another one. I do love Bowie...
The Pretty Things Are Going To Hell
She's sitting in a pool of memories.
Family, but those are hazy. Angelus is clearer, pretty man, he's all dark flapping bits and hardness and taking whatever he wants. Then Darla, curving smile, oooooh pretty, soft to the touch, but soft is hard with her, too, all strong and cross, tossing one's skirts aside and taking what she wanted there, as well.
And William, pretty William, hardening into Spike. Sinew and poetry and hard, hard, showing her how to harden, as well. They're all hard, pretty memories.
She kisses her doll's mutilated eyes, and whispers about upcoming times in hell.
deborah grabien - Jun 06, 2004 4:03:35 pm PDT #9332 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
One more, and this is a bit unusual. But the Bowie song title I chose is "Eight Line Poem", so, welll...
Angel POV. Yeah, I'm a schmoophead.
Eight Line Poem
I have sweated out these days while I have wept throughout these nights
Barred from the sun's healing rays and kept from normal man's delights
I will lay here in this bed, so empty of the warmth I crave
One sweet girl, her golden skin in dreams tempts me to misbehave
To the north she works her will, to keep safe her hallowed ground
Golden girl child, chosen one, unworthy her name to sound
Slayer priestess born to slay all things that do the soul affright
I must wait my time alone here 'til her days shall match my night.
sumi - Jun 06, 2004 4:10:25 pm PDT #9333 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
That was very nice.
In fact the Bowie fic you're doing tonight is all very tasty.