Fanfic reading in public
Jul. 25th, 2003 10:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Hmm. I know one of you wrote an Angel/Wes story called "New Things". I bet it was
wesleysgirl, wasn't it? You are entirely responsible for making me giggle like an idiot in the middle of a shopping centre as I read fic on my palmpilot.
Especially loved the description of Wes getting very stoned. As someone who has never partaken of such a vice, it was very interesting and informative.
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marymac or
connorbeast may well reply to this with an anecdote about me nearly getting run over because the cars' headlights turned into dancing stars, or being entranced by the outside of the supermarket because it was "the bluest blue since the invention of blue" but they're both filthy liars.)
And I've added "Annie Sewell-Jennings" as an interest, and everybody else should too. Because I want to be her. So much I may have to adapt Nineteen Hours as a Wesley/Connor story (changing signficant details. Well, minor details. Well, the names.)
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Especially loved the description of Wes getting very stoned. As someone who has never partaken of such a vice, it was very interesting and informative.
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And I've added "Annie Sewell-Jennings" as an interest, and everybody else should too. Because I want to be her. So much I may have to adapt Nineteen Hours as a Wesley/Connor story (changing signficant details. Well, minor details. Well, the names.)
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on 2003-07-25 03:12 pm (UTC)Oh, God. Can you just imagine????? Oh, wait. YOU probably can ;)
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on 2003-07-25 03:33 pm (UTC)A sigh, and then he pulls them both onto the bed, sweeping away the bags full of goodies until they're curled up together on the sheets. Swaddled up in terrycloth robes and each others' bodies, and he brushes his lips across the boy's forehead before he continues talking.
"I spent most of my childhood away at school, training as a Watcher. I only came home for the holidays. We lived in a large house outside London, and my mother and father were... distant. My favorite poets back then were Shakespeare and Browning, and...."
Wesley reaches up to take off his glasses, and Connor interrupts him by holding his hand. "Don't," he murmurs. "Leave them on. And tell me more."
So he tells him everything he was while Connor kisses everything he is, and he leaves his glasses on.
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on 2003-07-25 03:50 pm (UTC)::cackles::
I am SOOO pimping this in my journal!
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on 2003-07-25 04:22 pm (UTC)We should have a contest and vote on what's the best piece to come out of this whole hoo-hah.
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on 2003-07-25 06:09 pm (UTC)So... so beautiful... oh my God... I'm weeping...
::steals your panties for stealing my story::
God, I heart you.
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on 2003-07-25 03:57 pm (UTC)Yes, it was me, I admit it. It's a very silly story.
I'm glad it make you giggle. :-)
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on 2003-07-25 04:03 pm (UTC)Where is it?
on 2003-07-25 06:06 pm (UTC)Re: Where is it?
on 2003-07-25 06:28 pm (UTC)New Things (http://home.comcast.net/~wesleysgirl/fanfiction/newthings.html)
It's very silly. Consider yourself warned.
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on 2003-07-26 02:32 pm (UTC)Happy mist rules!