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Dec. 30th, 2005 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
doyleSo I'm reading another of the Eighth Doctor books, Camera Obscura, which is set in Victorian London. I'd skimmed it, and happened upon a bit where Fitz is fussing at the Doctor, who sarcastically says "yes, Da." Ha, I said to myself, remembering many Spike/Angel fics, I bet this writer's a Spike fan.
Then I get to this bit:
[Anji] was smiling politely at an earnest, puffy-haired young man in a brown suit, William somebody or other, who had been introduced to Chiltern as a poet. He was chattering on at her - probably reciting some of his no doubt ghastly poetry.
*dies of fandom collision*
(Well, vampires do exist in the Who universe, and Dingoes Ate My Baby have already been name-checked in one of the novels, so I suppose anything's possible...)
Then I get to this bit:
[Anji] was smiling politely at an earnest, puffy-haired young man in a brown suit, William somebody or other, who had been introduced to Chiltern as a poet. He was chattering on at her - probably reciting some of his no doubt ghastly poetry.
*dies of fandom collision*
(Well, vampires do exist in the Who universe, and Dingoes Ate My Baby have already been name-checked in one of the novels, so I suppose anything's possible...)
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on 2005-12-30 10:00 pm (UTC)I wasn't "in" the Buffy fandom, but boy did I ever read a lot of Spuffy fic back in the day. Dude. In fact, I've been recently re-watching Season 6. Everything before and including Tabula Rasa is so fucking gold. It's somewhere in the middle of Smashed, Wrecked, and Gone where it starts to go awry.