Jayne ,'The Message'
This thread is for Buffista quotage. Posts that are profound, witty, or otherwise deserving of immortality go here. This is also Shrift's source for the BRQG, so be aware that if your words end up here, they'll also end up there. Finally, please note which thread spawned the quotage and please white-out anything that might be spoilery to Un-Americans.
In Angel
Daniel C. Jensen: Daddy WP has the magic whistling dildo and he's using it on Angel!
tommyrot: Well it didn't quite whistle, did it?
DXMachina: I don't think he's using it right.
tommyrot: Maybe it takes someone pure of heart to make it whistle. Or else someone's who's eaten the right food.
DXMachina: Also, I'm pretty sure that's not how you use a dildo.
billytea: I think the most promising career change could be into some sort of teaching or training (possibly in my current field), because it would allow me to blend my twin interests of helping people and being a smart-ass.
Betsy HP:
You're in pain. Don't give a second thought about its being attractive. When you are lying on the floor writhing, it is not your job to be ornamental.
When you are lying on the floor writhing, it is not your job to be ornamental.
I so need to tag that.
Erin, in Natter:
The SCLU: Fighting for the Freedom of Scotch whisky everywhere.
Their motto? "If you don't drrrink whisky, then SCLU you!"
ita: My mother warned me not to date West Indians.
I've been good.
Perkins: My mother warned me not to date Caltech students.
I wasn't so good.
Erin: My mom never warned me off anyone.
I've been bad.
Anne W in Biches:
That should tell you something about W. family dynamics. That, and the fact that my great-great grandmother once wrote in her diary "All of my best children are dead."
Shrift, in FF: RW+E, extends a cake=fic metaphor:
I just want to make it clear that, since there are Buffistas here whom I know and respect writing RPF, I sometimes lament that they're writing stuff That Is Not My Beautiful Cake, I would never want to come off as an abusive psycho to any of them.
Your Cake Is Not My Cake. You Are Welcome to Think My Cake Has Crack in It.
Our Cakes May Coexist Peacefully, Provided That Neither of Us Forces the Other to Eat It, Too.
Anne W. in Bitches:
That should tell you something about W. family dynamics. That, and the fact that my great-great grandmother once wrote in her diary "All of my best children are dead."
Some non-spoilery speculation from Angel:
ita: Where is Groo?
deborah grabien: He's probably a waiter at Spago, or Schatzi on Main, or Mezza Luna.
"Hi! I'm the Groozelack (sp?), and I'll be your server tonight. Our special is Chilean sea bass in lime and cilantro butter!"
Jess PMoon: "A green salad is not the proper appetizer for a Champion. May I suggest the tomato-basil soup?"