Bloody hell, this is good.
I'm a big girl. Just tell me.
Inara ,'Objects In Space'
Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Fay - Dec 05, 2004 4:28:37 am PST #9862 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
victor infante - Dec 05, 2004 5:58:34 am PST #9863 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Bloody hell, this is good.
Thank you!
Anne W. - Dec 05, 2004 7:21:02 am PST #9864 of 10001
The lost sheep grow teeth, forsake their lambs, and lie with the lions.
I am greatly enjoying this, Victor. I love how everything that happens makes perfect sense in light of what's happened before but is still surprising.
erikaj - Dec 05, 2004 8:36:48 am PST #9865 of 10001
Always Anti-fascist!
wrod. Now that I've rented some "Manchild" I appreciate that fic even more, btw.
sumi - Dec 05, 2004 8:51:40 am PST #9866 of 10001
Art Crawl!!!
This is so good Victor. It just keeps getting better.
I think I'm going to want to go back to the beginning and reread it once it's all done.
victor infante - Dec 05, 2004 1:20:58 pm PST #9867 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
This is so good Victor. It just keeps getting better.
Thanks. Closing in on the end, but still a little more mileage to go...
deborah grabien - Dec 05, 2004 3:28:49 pm PST #9868 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
This week's Open on Sunday drabble topic is "Time".
But Not For Love
She touches him.
She's older than she was before she died, either time she died. There are things she understands, things she can look at, see, acknowledge.
And here he is, world without end, except that oh, as usual, dear, the world's about to end, again. And she takes down Caleb, and Angel's still here. Damn, he says, I've missed this.
She touches his cheek for a moment. If he misses her dance of power, she misses something else: age, and death, the indignities of the grave, every imprint of mortality that can't touch him, but will someday take her.
deborah grabien - Dec 05, 2004 4:29:43 pm PST #9869 of 10001
It really doesn't matter. It's just an opinion. Don't worry about it. Not worth the hassle.
Another one:
Regret (Darla)
She can't keep him.
It doesn't matter that she loves him. It doesn't matter that she believes he still loves her.
The sins that led them to this pass, two hundred years of murder, death, sadism, torture, Angelus' teeth deep in the flesh of so many, so very many, uncounted and unregretted, don't matter.
Until he got his soul back.
The soul matters.
And now she can walk in sunlight, and he accepts his soul, but she can't accept hers, it burns and nothing in all the years and nothing in all of time everlasting can bring them together again
Jen - Dec 05, 2004 5:37:33 pm PST #9870 of 10001
love's a dream you enter though I shake and shake and shake you
Victor, I'm loving this fic of yours. It zings.
One grammar nitpick:
You alone, out of everyone here, is in complete control of yourself
I think that should be "You alone, out of everyone here, are in complete control of yourself." (I could be wrong, of course, so someone please feel free to contradict me if I am.)
victor infante - Dec 05, 2004 5:39:41 pm PST #9871 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.
Huh. No, you're right about that. I'll go fix it.
And thank you!