| Dr Horrible's Freeze Ray works on Nematode worms. |
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| 08:57pm 24/11/2009 | |||||
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| 04:24pm 24/11/2009 | |||||
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Paid in Full G An old debt is repaid. From here, Buffy could see the ocean. It seemed weird, for it to be so close, yet she hadn’t been to the water’s edge in months. She sighed wearily. There was a knot in the middle of her back that no amount of stretching seemed to undo and every bone in her body ached from fighting. Endless fighting. She’d lost track of the others a few days ago. She worried most about Xander and, strangely, least about Dawn. As it turned out, her sister was a pretty capable fighter. And, of course, she had the supernatural on her side. Xander, on the other hand, was at a disadvantage – one eye shuttered and the years of fighting clearly taking their toll. Los Angeles had been in the throes of battle for months now. If it hadn’t been for the fact that there were more Slayers, the battle would have been lost long ago. Still, all they were really doing was holding back the hordes. Buffy reached up and pulled her hair out of its tight ponytail. She sank her fingers into her hair, digging nails into her scalp. She’d give just about anything for a long, hot shower, some citrus-scented shampoo, a comfortable bed and a year of uninterrupted sleep. She smiled ruefully. In a few minutes the sun would sink into the ocean and then Buffy would not be able to put off leaving her perch on top of this building and going down into the streets. She could hardly remember her life before she’d been called; hunting demons was now a biological imperative. She simply had no choice. But there were more demons and less people to fight them and eventually the humans would lose. † Later, and always, she would remember the exact moment she saw him. First, the flap of his leather coat as he rounded the corner. And then, after, his face when she said his name. He paused before he turned around. His big shoulders, squared with readiness, seemed to loosen. "Buffy?" he said. "Angel," she repeated. It had been a long time since she’d said his name. † "This is it," she said. They were standing in the room she called home. It wasn’t much. A bed, a table pushed up against the wall, a viewless window. A door led to the bathroom. A counter with a toaster oven and a bar-sized fridge. There wasn’t always electricity for either. Angel nodded. "I’d offer to get you something, but I…" Angel moved to the table and sat down on the chair beside it. Other than the one word, her name, he hadn’t spoken. On the street, he’d reached out a hand to touch her, but in the end they hadn’t connected. For a long moment they had stood, eyeing each other across a great divide. Years and years, it seemed. Then Buffy said: “We should go somewhere else.” Angel had nodded and then, silently, he’d followed. † Buffy was trying to remember the last time she’d seen Angel. At first there were only third person reports; there had been the dragon attack of 2004. And then the vampire uprising in Cleveland in 2006. She’d heard about the dragon from Spike and the Cleveland thing from Faith. Then, for a long time, radio silence. "Seven years,” Angel said. "And a few months." "What?" Buffy said. Angel’s voice startled her. "The last time we saw each other." Buffy came to sit across from Angel at the table. "Wow." "A long time,” Angel whispered. "No," Buffy said. "Wow. You spoke." Angel’s mouth curled upwards and then straightened out. "I’m generally alone. If I talk to myself I feel like I’m going crazy." "My mother always told me that talking to yourself is what prevented you from going crazy. You only had to worry if you started to answer." "How have you been, Buffy?" Buffy looked down at her hands, her ragged nails, the scabs across her knuckles. It suddenly occurred to her that she must look like shit. She was bleeding, too; her shirt was wet and sticky, but she couldn’t figure out where the blood was coming from. If she had ever indulged herself with the hope that she and Angel would one day meet again, this was not at all how she’d imagined the reunion. She felt Angel’s steady gaze and looked up. He looked the same. "You look," she paused. "The same. Always so…young." He nodded, but remained silent. "It’s not an accident that you’re here, is it?" "No," Angel said. "I’m sorry." † Nothing happened for a long time. The sun rose and shifted the gray light in Buffy’s room. Down in the alley, demons or humans – it hardly mattered which - rummaged through garbage cans, looking for scraps of food. Buffy was suddenly exhausted. Angel had stopped talking and he wasn’t looking at her either. Buffy finally asked: "Why did they send you?" "That was the deal." "There was a deal?" "There was." "Should I, I dunno, pack?" Angel stood and stepped closer to Buffy. "I’m not allowed to…" "Touch me. I get it." "It’s the rule," Angel said. "I hate it." "Me too," Buffy whispered. "So what do we do?" "We wait," said Angel. † Buffy could smell the blood now; the blood seeping from the wound she could neither see nor feel. "So, I have to ask," Buffy said, finally. "That whole Wolfram and Hart gig…" "It’s complicated." "I’m listening." Angel sighed. "I thought if we were on the inside we could get more done. Make a difference. The thing about evil, though, is that it’s always more…" "Evil than you think." Angel smiled a little. "Something like that. Anyway, I thought I could, we could--" He stopped. "I thought we could beat it." "They had a dragon," Buffy said. "I hear they’re hard to kill." "But not impossible." "No," she smiled. "Not impossible." † "Is it okay if I rest a little," she asked, moving to the bed. Angel nodded. "Will you stay with me?" "Of course," he said. † It was dark again when Buffy woke up. She felt as though she’d been asleep for a week. For a minute. Forever. Time was out of whack. She tried to remember something concrete: the beach and the sun’s pink glow as it fell into the water. And then. A fight and Angel’s coat floating behind him as he rounded the corner. "Oh," Buffy said, remembering. She turned her head and saw that Angel was sitting in a chair directly beside the bed. "Hey," he said. "Hey yourself." She pushed herself up onto her elbows. She wished she had some lip gloss. She wished she could get up and brush her teeth. She’d run out of toothpaste weeks ago. She didn’t suppose it mattered anymore. "So, how does this work?" "When you’re ready, we’ll go," Angel said. "Okay," Buffy said. "Okay," said Angel. Buffy settled back on the bed, pulling the covers up over legs. She was cold. She wished she could get comfortable. She wished she had clean clothes. She wished the hidden gash would ache so she’d know where it was. "Buffy," Angel said. She turned to look at him. "I love you." † "All mortals die," the Oracle said. "You saved her from that fate once, many years ago. When you made the original bargain you asked to be allowed, no matter what the circumstances, to be with her at the end of her life. We kept that promise and now you must keep yours to us." Angel nodded. "She would have died alone," the Oracle said. "You spared her that." "I spared her nothing." "Nevertheless, the price must be paid." "I understand," Angel said. "And now our business with you is concluded," the Oracle said. † Buffy waited. She felt clean and light and whole. And when she felt Angel’s hand slip into hers, palm against palm, she smiled and held tight. "I knew you’d come," she said. "Always," he replied. The End |
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| The Helena of Troy Affair by Cord Smithee NC-17 |
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| #ShameOnYouABC, seriously |
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| 02:05pm 24/11/2009 | |||||
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wow! Okay, so for anyone who doesn't know yet: Adam was supposed to perform on Good Morning America tomorrow. GMA had freaking Hot Topic stores giving out promotional tickets yesterday. Last night, coming out of his Letterman taping (it's going to be shown on Wednesday night btw), Adam told people there he was doing three songs, was all excited for it. This morning, GMA cancelled. And not only did they cancel, they apparently cancelled without telling HIM, because after the email notices -- TO RANDOM PEOPLE WHO HAD SIGNED UP FOR THEIR MAILING LIST -- went out, Tommy (the cute bassist who is the other boy in the kissing pics) tweeted that it had NOT been cancelled in response to panicked questions. A few minutes later it was confirmed that yes, it was cancelled. I just -- there is ZERO QUESTION that ABC knew what Adam was going to do on the AMAs for anyone who saw the broadcast and the breathless, every-commercial-break "omg you will not BELIEVE Adam Lambert's performance!" and "the one everyone will be talking about!" teasers, not to mention the pre-performance videos THEY FILMED AND PUT ONLINE where he talked about sexiness and boys on leashes and rehearsed the performance. They got their highest ratings in 7 years. But apparently ABC is now "worried" about having him on the show "so early in the day." (Although he's been on GMA before, at the same time while on the Idols Live tour he was jacking off mic stands and doing stripper moves on stage every night. AMAZINGLY, he did not put on a raunchy performance at 7 in the morning.) Of course, the boy-on-boy crotch action got edited out for the AMAs west coast feed, even though all the sex moves with girls were apparently okay, so maybe they thought better of it afterwards? Maybe he made things a little too gay after he surprise-kissed Tommy? akdsfja;djf;asdfjad /incoherent wrath TO CALL ABC TO COMPLAIN: 1-818-460-7477, hit 1 on first menu, 2 on second menu, 1 on third menu, then 466 for the GMA mailbox and leave a message. OKAY, LESS RAGE, MORE HAPPY: Adam is going to be on the CBS Early Show tomorrow morning instead. ***ETA*** He is going to be performing indoors in the studio, and doing a meet and greet AFTERWARDS in the plaza at 5th avenue and 59th street, and fans are invited to gather. But I am going to have to show up just at the last second because I can't be out in the cold that long right now, so I have no idea if I will be able to stay or see a thing. ;____; *cries and hates ABC some more* Also OMG HIS FREAKING AWESOME ALBUM: Super-fancy iTunes Deluxe LP with bonus tracks and visualizer and pretty videos and interview or Amazon WHOLE MP3 ALBUM for $0.99: $3 free downloads coupon, album for $3.99 special EXTRA HAPPY: (I don't know who made this macro but ♥ awesome)  okay. and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} painted_birdie made SNUGGIES!Kradison, and pentapus has been showing me cute drawings, and now I feel better and am going back to coding but a;lkdjfa;jdfk;ajf;asdjf;saf;adjfk OMGGG >:(You can also read this entry on Dreamwidth ( |
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| (SPOILER) IDW's Angelverse comic books for February. |
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| 05:59pm 24/11/2009 | |||||
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http://www.comicscontinuum.com/stories/0 Angel #30, Angel: A Hole In The World #3 and the Angel: Only Human tpb all come out in this month. Is lllyria "one of the Angelverse's most controversial characters"? |
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| Kissable Fanatic, Unhinged Minim Artists. by Basingstoke (NC-17) |
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| What We Got (Is Everything) by deird1 (G) |
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| Three Months by kaotic312 (R) |
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| "Six Degrees of Separation" - Anthony Head's new play. |
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| 09:12am 24/11/2009 | |||||
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http://www.oldvictheatre.com/whatson.php?i This will be on at The Old Vic in London from January 7th to April 3rd 2010. And there's a lovely promotional pic featuring Anthony on page 4 of today's G2 section of The Guardian. |
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| Trigger, by Ancient Maverick (K+) |
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| The Top 10 Best Box Office Bombs of the Decade. |
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| 05:38am 24/11/2009 | |||||
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Serenity makes it to number 8 of this Seattle Movie Examiner list. |
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| Let's Talk Turkey |
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| 03:00pm 24/11/2009 | |||||
| Clueless cooks in the process of committing Thanksgiving mayhem call turkey hotlines. | |||||
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| "Hallowhedon" screen printed poster. |
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| 04:00am 24/11/2009 | |||||
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http://www.giantsumo.com/catalog/i52.htm There simply aren't enough Whedon-related screen printed posters out there. This one was created for "Hallowhedon", a 3-day convention celebrating the work of Joss Whedon. |
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| DB Woodside guest stars on tonight's Castle. |
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| 03:36am 24/11/2009 | |||||
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http://abc.go.com/shows/castle This might explain this tweet from Nathan a few weeks ago. "We got something for Buffy fans coming up on Castle!" |
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| Thanksgiving Sadness |
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| 09:18pm 23/11/2009 | |||||
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So, no Thanksgiving deliciousness for me this year, it turns out. We go to artist!sister's every year, as she loves to cook plus she's very good at it. Unfortunately, several months ago, she began to get seriously anemic. Her doctor began running tests to determine the cause. Finally he sent her to a hematologist, and he ran tests also. Upshot is my sister is currently in the low 9s. Normal is 12. She is so anemic at this point, she can't get out of bed and she certainly can't cook. Even if I cooked it wouldn't help, she can't make it to my house. She'll be OK, they started iron infusions. She had one this past Friday, but since it wasn't full strength (they wanted to make sure she tolerated it), it hasn't helped that much. This Friday, she's going for a full infusion. What's really stupid is she knows why she's anemic. Her large intestine was removed years ago (colitis) and apparently 15% of the people who had the operation she had wind up anemic. A stupid waste of time testing her imo (especially since they still aren't 100% certain of the underlying cause.) Hopefully, once she's better we'll do a belated Thanksgiving. This has been a spectacularly crappy year for my family. |
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| 01:21am 24/11/2009 | |||||
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http://twitter.com/CapricaSeven/status/5 Both Jane Espenson and Jose Molina have tweeted recently about a Firefly short story project of some kind. Also involves Ben Edlund. CapricaSeven: "Got much-needed info on Firefly class ship engine design." |
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| 06:52pm 23/11/2009 | |||||
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Writing is like acting: sometimes you need to create truth, and sometimes you need to create illusion, and if you do your job correctly, you'll be the only one who will be able to tell which is which. This entry was originally posted at http://alixtii.dreamwidth.org/316705.ht |
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| Ender's Game: "The Whipping Girl" (Peter/Val) |
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| 05:36pm 23/11/2009 | |||||
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Title: The Whipping Girl Fandom: Ender's Game Pairing: Peter/Valentine Rating: Very much NWS. Summary: He loves her for her martyrdom. Author's Note: This is a rewrite of a fic which was posted to a porn battle which has since been deleted. I can't find my backup, so I rewrote the whole thing, fleshing it out and adding some extra pr0n. Be warned; this is pretty dark. ( The Whipping Girl ) This entry was originally posted at http://alixtii.dreamwidth.org/316536.ht |
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| IWRY emergency! |
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| 04:08pm 23/11/2009 | |||||
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Help... I've got a couple mia writers and I've used all my back up fic....anyone feel inspired to write a B/A fic tonight? I am madly writing myself...although it's not amounting to much. Give me a shout octaves AT rogers.com ::bats eyelashes:: |
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