That meme about posting lines from your fic--lostakasha twisted it and posted lines from fic she hasn't posted, and I thought it was a cool idea
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HI! Oh good lord, I need to read War Stories, I'm saving it up like the last bottle of Dad's startlingly potable merlot that's sitting down in the cellar, except that's really not a good simile because your fiction is, I daresay, better, if we're comparing apples to oranges, than anything that has yet come out of the Bathtub Winery. By quite a lot.
I love your fiction. I sniff. I sip. Apparently, I get quite inarticulately drunk on a little over two pages........
Here, I shall hiccup you my favourite quotes:
If you want to know how Buffy got on her backside with Faith at her cunt and Angel and Spike kissing each other across her breasts, this dark apartment in Cleveland is probably the wrong place for you.
Whoop! One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
Stop breathing like that! I’m not hurting you. Stop pretending! Stop acting like you’re a man because you’re not. You think a soul gives you that?
So bloody subversive.
everything but the, "Connor," baby, "I thought you said you studied hard;" don't lie to me, now; I'm your father . . .
Angel could practically hear the eye roll, again . . . so strangely like talking to Buffy, and was that wrong?
Connor’s face fell, the defeat imperceptible, but there. He looked all at once scared and confused and vulnerable, younger than seemed right for his age--as if he wasn't young enough already to be wrong. His hands fell away, firm, strong man’s hands, looking strangely useless now.
“Good boy,” Angel told him quietly. “Now, undress.”
Whuf: gutpunch. Terrible, disturbing writing, tkp, and I mean that as a compliment. Your timing is perfect and cruel. I hope you keep going with this, just to find out what it needs to be. I'm curious.
I find it interesting how writing incest presently has something to do with empowerment.
huh. It didn't really occur to me that that was gutpunchy, but someone above said the same. Thanks. There's more to this, but it's gratuitous porn that I'm not going to post until I get better at writing porn.
With me, writing incest really only has to do with the fact that it turns me on.
I love your fiction. I sniff. I sip. Apparently, I get quite inarticulately drunk on a little over two pages........
Here, I shall hiccup you my favourite quotes:
If you want to know how Buffy got on her backside with Faith at her cunt and Angel and Spike kissing each other across her breasts, this dark apartment in Cleveland is probably the wrong place for you.
Whoop! One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
Stop breathing like that! I’m not hurting you. Stop pretending! Stop acting like you’re a man because you’re not. You think a soul gives you that?
So bloody subversive.
everything but the, "Connor," baby, "I thought you said you studied hard;" don't lie to me, now; I'm your father . . .
Angel could practically hear the eye roll, again . . . so strangely like talking to Buffy, and was that wrong?
I want to lick your punctuation.
Did that sound weird?
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Angel said, “I said, hands off.”
Connor’s face fell, the defeat imperceptible, but there. He looked all at once scared and confused and vulnerable, younger than seemed right for his age--as if he wasn't young enough already to be wrong. His hands fell away, firm, strong man’s hands, looking strangely useless now.
“Good boy,” Angel told him quietly. “Now, undress.”
Whuf: gutpunch. Terrible, disturbing writing, tkp, and I mean that as a compliment. Your timing is perfect and cruel. I hope you keep going with this, just to find out what it needs to be. I'm curious.
I find it interesting how writing incest presently has something to do with empowerment.
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With me, writing incest really only has to do with the fact that it turns me on.
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Thank you! So much! That means a lot, coming from you.
One cheap gimick, superbly executed.
That one is very gimicky all the way through. But I do love it when someone can make a gimick work, so I'm going to try.
Did that sound weird?
It did. Extremely. It's why I like you.
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