I used to read them a lot, but stopped in my teens somewhere.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
erikaj - Jul 25, 2004 9:16:28 am PDT #9513 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Fay - Jul 25, 2004 10:04:41 am PDT #9514 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
blush
Thank you kindly! And NICE tagline, pretty lady!
erikaj - Jul 25, 2004 10:22:39 am PDT #9515 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
Thank you...I thought that was pretty cool, obviously. I considered finding a spot on my resume for it, but for right now, a tagline is good.
Theodosia - Jul 25, 2004 2:45:47 pm PDT #9516 of 10001
'we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn't end any time soon"
I process sequential art storytelling much the same way that I process movies (especially subtitled movies) -- first the pictures, then the words. But then I'm a visual-centered storyteller myself, and that may make a difference. At its best, comics are more like movies than books anyway.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 7:26:09 am PDT #9517 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
For this weeks' Open On Sunday drabble, the subject is "rings". I went a skosh kinky with it.
Game
Breathe in. Breathe out. It's a rule in this twisty little game they're playing.
She could kick him off without breaking a sweat, but she doesn't want to. She's deep into darkness here, the darkness Dracula said he saw in her. She's walked into that darkness, Spike leading the way. Now she's laying in it, in Spike's bed, shadowy sex in a place of shadows.
His hands are a perfect circle around her throat. They tighten, and suddenly his hips are pumping and Buffy stops caring about the ring of chilly fingers that slightly, very slightly, takes her breath away.
Fay - Jul 26, 2004 9:34:19 am PDT #9518 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
Good lord. Oh, that's very good, Deb.
erikaj - Jul 26, 2004 9:38:14 am PDT #9519 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
(fanning self)
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 1:05:46 pm PDT #9520 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
More Ring challenge. I seem to have fallen into Buffy-Spike B&D mode, here.
Bracelets
"Let me up."
His only response is a tug on her wrists. It's not meant to cause pain, rather to assure himself that the two steel rings binding her hands to the bed behind her are staying put, but she flinches anyway.
"Spike, let me up."
He ignores this, and instead kneels between her legs, touching tongue-tip to the soft pale flesh inside her thighs. She whimpers.
"Spike, I'm scared."
"Like hell." He pauses, raising his head "You? Of me?"
She's silent, wondering how to tell him that she's afraid, not of him, but of her impending loss of control.
SuziQ - Jul 26, 2004 3:48:00 pm PDT #9521 of 10001
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Gah
Bunk.
eta - Deb - wow - speechless.
deborah grabien - Jul 26, 2004 9:55:34 pm PDT #9522 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
One more on the theme. Since I'm an old B/A woman, the title of this one says it all.
Compensation
Rings, set into the wall. She stares at them, remembering.
Memories: Faith, running her hand over a bright edge, jeering. Angel-not-Angelus, playing along, pretending. Buffy herself, manacled, not manacled.
Faith's voice, husky with cigarette smoke and self-loathing, comes back in perfect clarity. "...when your boyfriend is cutting into you..."
Buffy turns, and looks at Spike, and nods. He lifts an eyebrow - you sure about this, love? - and she responds by stepping clear of dress, shoes, panties. She kicks the pile away, back against stone, arms raised.
The manacles snap shut around her wrists. This time, the latches engage.