You're a dangerous woman, Fay m'love. And you do this so bloody well.
I can handle the Oz Full Monty. I mean, not 'handle' handle.
Xander ,'Help'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Karl - Jun 17, 2004 10:46:43 pm PDT #9374 of 10001
I adore all you motherfuckers so much -- PMM.
Connie Neil - Jun 18, 2004 4:47:11 am PDT #9375 of 10001
brillig
Fay! t snuggling up
SuziQ - Jun 18, 2004 4:58:34 am PDT #9376 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
FAY! Love, love, love. Now THIS is what pancake breakfasts should be like.
Also - am in the middle of reading Invisible to See and, YIKES lady, you are amazing. I want to finish, but yet I don't want it to end. You have the characters down perfectly.
Fay - Jun 18, 2004 7:39:08 am PDT #9377 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
dances dance of joy. with tassles.
erikaj - Jun 18, 2004 7:39:31 am PDT #9378 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
That's excellent, Fay.ETA: Although lately I've read enough public-toilet Faith fic that if a dark-haired woman doesn't follow me in next time, I'll be disappointed!
deborah grabien - Jun 18, 2004 7:54:04 am PDT #9379 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Oh, Fay, that was completely and thoroughly nummy.
Connie Neil - Jun 18, 2004 8:06:22 am PDT #9380 of 10001
brillig
That's right, today's Fay's day off. t hugs Fay tight
yeah, I'll get this yet
Gris - Jun 19, 2004 9:59:51 am PDT #9381 of 10001
Hey. New board.
Gah. Faith. Willow. Yummy.
Sigh. I wanna have sex with Willow in a public toilet. Silly fictional characters, with their durned non-existance.
erikaj - Jun 19, 2004 3:57:32 pm PDT #9382 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Ok, so I still drabble during my fic sabbatical...thursday 100 was "damp" this week...it was also *late* but I digress.
Yes, I'm still bitter that out of a relatively huge fandom, only 2 people liked my Munch-Spector.(one of whom our own debg)..Philistines.(And I could've sent damp to icky places, but I didn't, even though it's SVU fic. Which I write for Munch anyway.)
The girl’s face is damp with tears. She’s sixteen, and there are holes in her story already. Munch sighs. He knew there were reasons he hated Sundays. This isn’t rape. Fifty bucks says Lolita junior has an older boyfriend her family hates.(He can’t throw any stones...he *was* that, for Gwennie. And they were...one hundred percent right.) All the signs are there. Teenaged girl, comes in reeking of Drakkar, Sunday morning, parents out of town, nothing in her purse but last night’s underwear. He is glad he never had children. “Look, kid.” Munch says, but then she shows blue eyes, and he is helpless for thirty seconds. “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining.”
deborah grabien - Jun 19, 2004 4:00:49 pm PDT #9383 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
aaaaaand, erika just broke me.