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October 9th, 2005
A quick quote from "Come To Play" by Starla http://www.landofdenial.com/fic/Starla/comeplay.html
Doyle about life(thinking)-'All you could do was sit back, enjoy the show, and try not to scream at the scary bits.'
Current Mood: bouncy
July 23rd, 2005
|leni_ba||11:36 am - One old favourite.|
"Okay, so we can show up and not fight and die, or not show up and probably still die, or show up, fight, and maybe still die?"
Buffy gave him a level glare before finally answering, "That’s the general idea, yes."
Freddy shrugged. "Okay. I’m in."
Graduation by HonorH.
Current Mood: geeky
July 18th, 2005
|leni_ba||09:03 pm - Hi!|
If I've posted any of these before, I'm sorry.
Your places just keep getting broodier and broodier, you know that? I mean, that tiny little apartment, okay. Big scary mansion, fine. Bat Cave, getting weird. Damn huge haunted hotel? You're too strange. --- Buffy to Angel in Nice Surprise by Starla.
It royally sucks to be out of the loop, which is a permanent state when you're the little sister, and a guaranteed certainty when you're the little sister of the Slayer. --- Dawn in How To Disappear (Dying Every Day Serie) by Aurora.
I can't find the url, and that's all kinds of unfair since I love her stories http://www.cryptoffic.com/author/a-e/aurora/aurora_dying_howto.html (thank you singer_d)
I am her Watcher. I have been told from the first moment of my duties to prepare for the death of my Slayer. [...] It's quite simple. You tell yourself, ‘She will die. It will happen. This is most likely how it will happen'. You read books and diaries, and you show yourself pictures. And then you meet her and you find yourself wrapped around her little finger, and you know that nothing you saw or read or told yourself will ever prepare you for it. But you know that with enough practice, you can say the words without trembling. --- Giles in Convincing Angel by Ralkana
Current Mood: awake
February 26th, 2005
February 14th, 2005
|velvetandlace||04:11 pm - Ethan, of Xander:|
From Sins of the Father by stoptocheer:
Xander looks down, then, and oh, Ethan does approve of the way misery sets his mouth.
January 18th, 2005
|velvetandlace||07:04 pm - Xandery goodness.|
From Better the Moments You Know, by stoptocheer:
So this was it, Xander thought. The worst of the worst. The lowest of the low. The just left an ex vengeance demon at the altarest of the just left an ex vengeance demon at the altar.
|velvetandlace||03:51 pm - Xander-quote!|
Xander to Band Candy-Giles, in stoptocheer's A Will and a Way
"Okay, please stop sometime this side of a lifetime in therapy."
January 5th, 2005
|leni_ba||12:17 am - Rehatha's (http://p216.ezboard.com/ftheducksversefrm2.showMessage?topicID=2379.topic)|
Salvaging the Emptiness: B/Aus, NC-17. Read the warnings.
Another home she hadn’t been welcome in. She had asked for a drawer and a mirror and Angel had dumped her in a sewer. If she had only known how he’d react, she would have stuck with an overnight bag and a compact.
“Don’t play the jealous lover with me,” Buffy shrieked into his face. “You turned me away when I needed you most. He was there. Every minute, even soulless, he was there, filled with compassion and loving me. He cared for me. He loved me. He held me during the nightmares. Not you. Not you! Him! You ran away to protect your soul. He stayed and acted like he had one. And when eventually it wasn’t enough he went out and got one. For me!”
He loved her; not gently, not shallowly and not selflessly, but passionately, selfishly, with an all-consuming intensity that would sooner see the world reduced to ash than to ever, ever lose her.
Current Mood: ecstatic
December 14th, 2004
From Ghosts, by uberaeryn; Wes, on Fred:
He leaned back in his chair and watched her as she delicately stepped over and across and around the detritus that littered his office, and he slid his chair back as she eased herself between him and his desk. He wondered again how she could be such an odd combination of awkward colt and lithe dancer, as if both aspects were inherent to her and both flowed together fluidly to define who she was.
December 12th, 2004
He pressed his forehead to the pillow and thought how strange it was, that it should feel like this and that he should remember it so clearly. There was a mouth grazing the back of his neck, fingers in his hair, and everything was moving so slowly. As if time had quit and the lights had fallen still, and there would never be a waking or another loss. This was the world he'd let slip. Silent midnight, the smell of blood. A body overtop his own.
-- Beggars Would Ride by witling. Angel/Spike, NC-17, and the whole story is just too beautiful to believe.
Current Mood: enthralled
October 10th, 2004
Peace engulfed them. For five minutes. Before a door along the hallway opened and soft footsteps padded past, moving in the direction of the stairs. They stopped, paused, returned, and there was a tap on the door.
“Going to the kitchen for a drink, want anything?”
“We’re asleep,” Spike assured him. “Fast asleep.”
“Yeah, right.” More footsteps as the voice faded. “God, I hope you guys are finished for the night. And you could at least supply an inflatable sheep or something.”
Repossession part 90
Current Mood: amused
October 7th, 2004
October 5th, 2004
|velvetandlace||06:44 pm - What, have guys all stopped reading good fic?|
To remind us all of the fun parts of this comm, a lovely piece from utopianbabie's Actus Contritionus
But even in the blackness, hands over her ears, she can’t stop seeing it. Placed there on the bench, light (like a feather) and so pretty; elegant black marks spidered on thick cream paper. A portrait. Her. Drawn from the side while she was praying, while she was alone.
September 24th, 2004
Xander is trying to prove to Spike, who has lost his memory, that Spike is still evil, even with the chip.
“Don’t see how having sex with a robot Buffy while you watched makes me evil. Makes me kinky, though. Makes you kinky, too.”
“I did not watch you have sex with...oh, never mind.” Frustrated, Xander thought for a moment. “You betrayed us to Adam! Ha! You are evil! You are so evil!”
“Who’s Adam?” said Spike, interrupting the victory dance that Xander was currently doing around his living room.
“Adam was created by the government. He was really smart and wanted to use an army to take over the world.”
“Oh.” Spike thought for a moment. “Like that git on television. Rumsfield.”
“No, not like Rumsfield.”
“Wait, you said he was government. Maybe I’m not evil. Maybe I’m patriotic,” Spike said.
“You’re not patriotic, you’re evil. Besides, you’re British.”
“Right. Forgot about that.”
Amnesia! Spike by mahaliem
Current Mood: giggly
September 9th, 2004
September 4th, 2004
Thought I'd dig it out and post it over here for your reading pleaseure. I love this quote. Enjoy. =)
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Current Mood: content
Current Music: John Mayer - Bigger Than My Body
Amy opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by the sound of Angel and Doyle arriving back at the apartment.
"We're back from ridding the world of evil!"
Cordelia snorted at her husband's remark. "Yeah, until tomorrow, when it comes back again."
Buffy nodded in agreement. "That's the pesky thing about evil. It just keeps finding new things to do."
Eternal Flame by Karen U
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
August 29th, 2004
From a stoptocheer Tales of the Slayers fic told from Sid the dummy's POV:
There's revenge and release, now, and that's great. But there's this
new Slayer, too, the blonde. Buffy. She doesn't get it. The way it all
works with those gals. No matter how good they are - and man, was my
one good - one demon, one anything and one good day and their chapter
in the book's over.In the stories my parents told, the Slayers were
glad when the last line was written. And I'll tell you what. I think I
know what they meant.
August 23rd, 2004
The redhead sighed, mumbling, “Sometimes distractions are not so good.” Looking around, she tried to find the source of the sound. “What is that? It sounds like…like…the Indiana Jones theme song,” she stated, her face scrunching up in confusion.
“That’s my cell phone,” Angel admitted, standing up and smiling sheepishly. “I liked that ring tone.”
Sweet Demise by Jennnillu
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
Current Mood: giggly
August 22nd, 2004
Slamming into the dresser next to Willow’s bed, Spike quickly pulled himself up, reaching out and grabbing the book from earlier. Quickly flipping to the correct page, the vampire began to read the words of the spell aloud.
Xander had now moved to Buffy’s side, trying to keep one eye on Willow, who was still huddled on the bed, but both he and the slayer stopped as they heard Spike reading the unfamiliar language.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Buffy yelled. “No chanting without permission!”
Sweet Demise by Jennnillu
Buffy the Vampire Slayer
August 20th, 2004
|kindkit||07:10 pm - fun in Verona Beach|
From chapter 8 of glossing's beautiful Compassing Wonders, a Giles/Oz AU. Previous chapters are here.
"Quiet tonight. So quiet and so sweet a style," Gilles said over dinner.
"It's strange. I can say anything while you're touching me," Daniel said. "But other times, it's impossible. No words, nothing to say."
Gilles set down his napkin and ran his hand through his hair as he tipped back his chair. "You should speak easily."
Daniel was different when Gilles touched him, charged with hunger and desperate to make noise. Language then was never the dense, inert thing it usually was, but fast as wind and just as bright. But usually - now - he was stuck before words, chips of marble and ice in his chest and throat, stopping him to silence.
He looked at Gilles, saw the vivid tan and network of lines around his eyes and the hair sticking up every which way, and smiled. Sometimes, most of the time, Gilles seemed younger than Daniel felt. Looser, more brazen.
"Grave eyes," Gilles said softly and the phrase made Daniel think of cemeteries, the blank gazes of marble angels guarding the crypts. People here died with great style, and their funerals were parade and celebration. In the cemeteries, however, everything stilled except for the whisper of Spanish moss. "Graver boy."
Daniel met Gilles' gaze and tried to smile.
August 18th, 2004
|velvetandlace||07:02 pm - A rec wrapped in pretty quoteish packaging!|
"Tally ho!" Xander exclaims, from beside her, and she looks around, watching him. He's holding up a plastic pipe and gesturing with it. "Pip pip, Alexander, jolly good show old chap." He grins, and looks over at Celeste. "See, still, nobody's going to cotton on."
She smiles faintly at him, and turns to look out the window again.
"Dear lord, is that the Slayer?" he continues, in his such-a-perfect-and-British-Watcher voice, "How on earth did we choose one with such a large nose?"
-- From stoptocheer and her amazing AR fic series Celeste The Vampire Slayer.
August 16th, 2004
stoptocheer, Lessons, here.
Giles, of Xander:
Dark hair, huge dark needy eyes,
coltish limbs, occult books on his record and a teenage body full of
insecurities and vulnerability.
redbrickrose, in response to the weekly drabble topic of Lessons for open_on_sunday, here.
Angel was in everything Spike
touched, everything he was. Angel was Drusilla’s source, Buffy’s
strongest ghost, Spike’s darkest shadow.
August 15th, 2004
|likeadeuce||11:42 pm - Double Meat, Double Treat|
From "Fast Food" by paynbow -- the long overdue expose of Buffy's life at Doublemeat Palace:
“Spike, you’re indecisive, rude, you pay entirely in nickels and pennies, and you’re holding up the line. Again I ask, in what way are you helping me?”
August 13th, 2004
|evil_little_dog||02:19 pm - The voice!|
In tonight's dream she and Angel are sitting on a dock, all wooden
and splintery, but it's fine. Angel has swim trunks and a bright
colored unbuttoned shirt on. He has an arm around her shoulders. He
kisses her and there are those damn fireworks again. She kisses him
back, and he leans her against the wooden planks that are all nailed
together. He kisses her until she has to remind herself to breath. He
smiles and his eyes glow, whether with love or lust Buffy can't tell.
His fingers slide over the straps of her perfect pink bikini, and
fiddle with the clasp at the back. It comes away, and a shadow falls
over them. Angel stares up like a 16-year-old caught in the oncoming
freight train of a furious parent.
Their eyes met. The air seemed to disappear. Buffy would have gulped
for air, if she could've made herself move. The space between them
dwindled until their lips were nearly touching.
From faith_girl222's "Doing The Wacky".
Current Mood: mellow
Current Music: "Shout", Tears for Fears
|moireach||12:35 am - (the *characterization*!)|
"He could stop cold if he wanted to, he wasn't that fuck-stupid, but just then Spike roused himself and said, "You all right, mate?" in a husky, hungry voice, and Xander looked at him and accepted the invitation to his teacher's house and asked Amy for a spell and sent Buffy to kill Angel and led the graduation charge to certain death and let the timer run out on the bomb and sucked him off." -- Your Horoscope for Today by Anna S.
Fundamental law of Xander Harris, in Willow's book: he won't ever get
anything school-related, but he'll look unfairly adorable not getting
- From stoptocheer, in a drabble request here.
August 12th, 2004
|moireach||01:07 pm - Post-post-mortem.|
"When Buffy stops smiling, she seems a little more herself. Her skin isn't stretched so tight over all that fragile bone, and Giles can see a faint resemblance to the round-faced, silly, young girl he first knew. Buffy looks like her own distant cousin.
It's been happening for ages, Giles realizes as she tells him, lightly and laughingly, about the nightmares that won't let her sleep. That girl, that Buffy, has been dying for years. Back before her leap off the tower, before her mother's death, before two lovers in succession left her, that girl's grave was waiting. Even before she killed Angel, perhaps; long before she went to Angel's bed and made him a monster, it had begun.
When a Slayer is called, the death knell begins."
-- kindkit as Giles in gilesozrpg, the back to Sunnydale thread.
August 10th, 2004
The following from Abstract, an adorable ficlet by raedbard, a wonderful writer you should all go read now. Really.
Willow's POV - Xander/Willow fukeness from s3.
It was all getting pretty abstract though: not just a pattern with two
elements, black and white, stars and stripes, Bert and Ernie...?
No...but complicated, like Kandinsky maybe. Cordelia's risky investment
in Xander, Oz's trust in her...Buffy and Giles...disappointment and
As they pull away, the last strands of her hair still caught in his
(red and black, two lines from one centre) Willow knows, knows in her
heart, that the truth she seems to see in this pattern is mis-placed
and it will end in the old cycle recurring again: heartbreak, and tears
in the ladies room. She sighs and rests her head on Xander's chest.
August 9th, 2004
|evil_little_dog||07:39 pm - Oooo!|
I'm a big fan of each of both LisaP and The Librarian on their own; now they've gone and written a story together!
The greens of the foliage were
vividly executed, with bright, splodges of primary colours - reds,
yellows, blues - representing sun-kissed wildflowers.
Angelus had lost himself in the colours, painting furiously and with a
new sureness. The doll had merely been the jumping off point for
him, what was on the canvas was something far removed from the
porcelain figurine in front of him. The girl lived and breathed,
loving the sun. And the sun loved her right back.
Reflections and Lies: A Triptych
Current Mood: excited
Current Music: something by Marillion
July 29th, 2004
Two quotes from raedbard and her new fic series here: http://www.livejournal.com/users/docvergil/53476.html
Told from Giles' POV, immediately post-Grave.
Of course it would be Xander. The best friend with the purest love. And for himself? What was there of Willow that could be left to him? The answer came quickly: the rehabilitation was his, the long slow task of the re-stitching of her humanity. That could be his love, and it could not be a selfish one.
~ ~ ~
Of course no-one knows quite what to do now. That would be your cue, Giles. Striding, well, limping, forward to her where she stands still on the threshold, Giles takes Willow's battered face in his hands. Makes her meet his eyes. He finds them, finds her there - green with brown flecks, insecurity, astonishing intelligence and the terrible knowledge of what's she has done and what has been lost. Giles nods, and, before he can stop himself, kisses her forehead. He feels a tiny tremor go through her at that, and is irrationally glad.
|nihilistbear||02:48 am - KJ Draft's Tooth and Nail|
From KJ Draft' brilliant Tooth and Nail. Have you ever read a fic and decided it was canon? This is my canon for the night between Smashed and Wrecked.
It captures the whole "I hate you screw me now" feeling of Season Six.
"Just how bad are you, Spike?" She asks him, her voice low. "How much pain can you take?"
"More than you could possibly imagine," he growls back. I'm in love with *you*, aren't I?
And a little later on...
He speaks softly, genuinely pained. "If I walked across the world for you, you'd probably criticize the shoes I was wearing."
Buffy looks him dead in the eye, unemotional. "You'd probably wear stupid shoes."
Bitch! Fresh rage contorts his face. Your toy?! That's how you see me? "Go ahead and kill me, then. Bet if you used the stake covered in my dust to pleasure yourself afterward you'd still come harder then you did with Angel or Soldier Boy."
::shivers:: God I love this story...
July 27th, 2004
|velvetandlace||06:13 pm - MOD AVERTISEMENT|
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July 26th, 2004
The fucking ridiculous thing is, I never quite figured out just what we did to set them off. Truth be told, it could have been any number of things; Dru and I get into trouble everywhere we go. And hell, this is what I wanted, isn't it? Back against the wall, nothing but fists and fangs and a mindless determination to get away so I can figure out what the fuck happened to Dru- mindless determination and nearly paralyzing terror. There's too many of them, Jesus Christ, there's too many of them and I can hear her screaming. I can't see her through the mob of murderous locals but I can hear her screaming and they've got crosses and holy water and they're supposed to be the *good* guys, right? Isn't that how it works? If they're the good guys, then why exactly is my girlfriend on fire?
Many Loves by Jessica Walker
Current Mood: enthralled
July 25th, 2004
She thought about all the things that she'd done, as herself, and as Jasmine. She wasn't responsible for her actions while Jasmine lived in her, but for a couple of months, evil wore her face. And people would remember.
Dead Man's Rope by starlet2367
Dunno. I'm just a sucker for post-Jasmine-Cordelia fics, and this one's so good I just can't put it down. :0)
Current Mood: bouncy
July 26th, 2004
Xander about Willow (post-chosen) in carabear27's Friendship:
It had seemed like such a good idea-leaving it all behind; starting
over by himself in a place where he could make up really cool stories
about his eyepatch.
It hadn't occurred to him that abandoning his life meant abandoning her.
His blindness had nothing to do with his eyes.
July 25th, 2004
|glossing||06:17 pm - Giles, captured.|
This is where it all begins, everything, fucking and fantasy and Giles' whole life. Oz is the beginning, the sine qua non, the terminus a quo, the first word of the first chapter. Oz, Sunnydale, a coffeeshop and a boy and a guitar, and that was the year zero. Before that the dates go negative, counting down, waiting.
[ kindkit's Giles, at once passionate & brilliant as only Giles can be, in the Like Jazz RPG ]
July 24th, 2004
|velvetandlace||11:06 am - oh, this makes me want to dance.|
All the following quotes are from raedbard's lovely fic, No One Sees The Watcher. Go. Read now. (Especially you, leni_ba, because I know you can never turn down some great W/X!)
Xander looked up at Willow for a bit of Scooby solidarity. She was standing on the balcony above him.
Looking really – no, looking exactly like a girl who he was best friends
with, and whose friendship he in no way wanted to lose and that was the
important thing, not the shape of her lips or her white earlo...
At first it's all pain and noise in my head - too much caffeine and not
enough result - and Giles' face all tweed and disapproval, and then
suddenly, there's Xander. I can feel him in one fluttery sensation down
Oh, that was quick, and now there are lips, Xander lips. He's so soft, I knew
he'd be a good kisser, right back in the eighth grade and he was only
kissing my hand then and Jesse made such a big deal, I tried real hard
to not think about this...
...is so perfect, so lovely. Now
it really is quiet. All there is now are his hands in my hair and his
breathing, heavy and wanting, wanting me, my hands in his hair,
his black hair like the stubble on his upper lip, on his mouth. Oh, his
mouth...soft and warm, and not drooly at all...did I really just think
that? Ok, thinking too much...he tastes so good...
Current Mood: chipper