It's a new one to me, so I just read it as a story, period. It did seem to have the mixture of tribal/primitive and futuristic.
Really well-done.
Wash: You want a slinky dress? I can buy you a slinky dress. Captain, can I have money for a slinky dress? Jayne: I'll chip in. Zoe: I can hurt you.
'Shindig'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
deborah grabien - Jun 19, 2004 7:51:39 pm PDT #9400 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Fay - Jun 20, 2004 8:42:24 am PDT #9401 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Ngah. CaBil, I'm sorry, your story is v. well done but unfortunately amych broke me. I -- no, she broke me. I'm broken. With the gah.
(prior to which I'd been admiring erika's Munch, and wishing I knew him outwith her fic, but then - amych, and the broken-ness.)
erikaj - Jun 20, 2004 10:03:17 am PDT #9402 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
I'm sure he would like to know you, too. In more than one sense, probably. I don't know very much about amych's heroes, but still, good story.
deborah grabien - Jun 20, 2004 3:47:44 pm PDT #9403 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Schmoop, of a kind. This week's Open on Sunday drabble challenge is "ice Cream".
Leftovers (referencing I Will Remember You)
The ice cream, a soupy mass, sat on the table. It was liquefying slowly, its butterfat solids breaking down, returning to its original state. The Hyperion's fans were no match for the LA heat.
"Angel?"
His stance caught Cordelia's attention. Shoulders hunched, head bowed, the way a man might stand if he was fighting tears.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing. I - I just need to get rid of this ice cream."
"Since when do you eat ice cream?"
"It was left over." Something in his face broke. "From when Buffy was here last."
She stared, uncomprehending. This was not her memory.
deborah grabien - Jun 20, 2004 3:59:01 pm PDT #9404 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
And, another one. It's been too long since I played with Darla in Tuscany.
Darla
She found him wandering on the lungarno, the full moon bathing Florence in mystery and nacre.
He was pretty, Darla thought, very very pretty; full lips, black-oil eyes, crisp hair. Pretty Italian teenager. Such a lovely treat for a hot night.
She fell into step beside him. Three minutes was all it took to charm him. "Buy me a gelato?" she asked, and he hurried to comply.
In a twisted alleyway near the Palazzo, she dripped gelato on his ruined throat, and licked it off, mixing with his blood. His sightless eyes stared at Darla, at eternity, at ice cream.
Steph L. - Jun 20, 2004 5:31:12 pm PDT #9405 of 10001
Unusually and exceedingly peculiar and altogether quite impossible to describe
unfortunately amych broke me. I -- no, she broke me. I'm broken. With the gah.
t preen It was a BD prezzie for me! t /preen
And what a perfect one it was, too. GUH. Fucking hotttt, man. Blew my circuits.
sfmarty - Jun 20, 2004 5:43:57 pm PDT #9406 of 10001
Who? moi??
daym, Deb.
amych - Jun 20, 2004 6:57:03 pm PDT #9407 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
Blew my circuits.
Just what I was hoping to do. t g
Fay - Jun 21, 2004 9:15:41 am PDT #9408 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Um. I actually read circuits as clitoris for a moment there. Which pretty much sums up my response, I guess.
blushing madly
Deb, gorgeous. Gutting. Literally, in Darla's case.
deborah grabien - Jun 21, 2004 9:18:00 am PDT #9409 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Fay, you ought to send that piece to Roz. We spent about 90 minutes late-night on the phone Saturday, and I told her about it. So very much guaranteed to make her happy.