Jenny ,'Bring On The Night'
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.
Cindy:
Right now my mind is consumed with finding the definition of the acronym OTP and because I sort of understand it from context, but can't for the life of me come up with the right words...
Steph, in Bitches:
Well, I think Baby Cthulhu down my shirt wins for Most Fucked-Up Dream Of The Day.
Am-Chau Yarkona, in Literary:
It's when it's a thin book with a big cast that you start to think maybe the cast should be thinner. And I don't mean in the 'they should diet' way.
Fay Jay, over in the Due South topic:
Try saying 'Mountie' without saying 'Mmmm' - you can't, and there's a reason for that.
In Literary...
Kathy Astrom: Wow, I didn't think the Book of Kells ever left Ireland.
Betsy: Saint Patrick cast it out by mistake. He was aiming for Left Behind.
Replacement system board for your laptop: $625.00
Data recovery of your un-backed-up hard drive: $125ish.
Realizing that your hard drive contained gay vampire snuff porn: Priceless.
Betsy in Natter....
Y'all have been very funny today:
Shrift: He's a cute little Interior Decorator with an accent who dances and sings. He's an Interior Decorator who has yet to be named. Together, they fight crime! Fabulously!
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connie neil: Any belief system whose pictures of heaven include the men wearing neckties does not have a lot of ground to stand on.
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Jesse: I just like to say "Peter Principle."
John H.: Be careful -- I hear if you say it five times quickly looking in the mirror Peter will appear and promote you to a job you suck at.
shrift in Firefly:
I'm trying to sit on my snark today. It doesn't seem to be working. I may have to borrow Vera.
Hey, you know what I want? Every time I need rescuing, be it literally or figuratively, I want a bigass ship to fly overhead and open its cargo bay doors to reveal a harnessed Jayne drawing a bead on whomever needs to leave me alone.
I think that would be nifty.
Heather:
Now singing Someone to Watch Over Me in my head with the Jayne visual.
edited for spoilers and attribution.
Holli, probably best to white-font that. Bits of it, anyway.
FayJay in Fanfiction:
Tyr - he's the jaw-droppingly beautiful man - I mean, head turning, rugby-tackle-him-reflexively- upon-first-sight-and-start-humping-his- unsuspecting-self-like-a-bitch-in-heat- before-you've-realised-that-you're-in-the- middle-of-a-cocktail-party-and-nobody-has- even-introduced-you-to-him-yet level of Beautiful? Yeah? (Although I suppose in those circumstances one could always beg cultural differences, and claim that in the UK it's called a CockTail party for a reason, and whoops, you mean this isn't an orgy, how dreadfully embarrassing, ho ho ho, could somebody possibly pass me an h'ors deuvre? And oh, look over there, a juggling elephant! - at which point you drag the man into the nearest possible closet with muttered offers of no-strings blowjobbage and get him naked as fast as humanly possible). 'Cause I don't watch Andromeda, but I happened across it this pm whilst frantically vaccuming the cat to avoid essay writing, and sweet weeping mother of God, he could make me give up girls entirely.
I don't understand how they ever get anything done on that ship, actually, because surely everyone's first thought upon waking must be: "Hmm, consciousness. Must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex." Or possibly: "Hmm. consciousness. must go get Tyr naked and have hot monkey sex, and then punch the captain for being an irritating git." But apparently other stuff happens too?
[Some quotes are so transcendent they need to be COMMed more than once.]