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regala_electraY'all I am not sucking in my classes. How do I know this? An A- on my Art of the Near East paper (score! that prof grades hella hard), an A- on my Art of the Italian Renaissance quiz (another yesss! because I freaked out halfway through on that test and blanked out on half the questions).
And a fucking 20 out of 20 on my Faerie Queene paper. Thank you J-Store for having several good criticisms about the House of Busyrane. And my professor really liked my paper. Huzzah!
But the very best part? In my World Literature class, with a professor who once didn't grade a paper of mine, saying it was so bad I had to go to the Writing Center (yes I was *agog* at the time), and I got a B on the rewrite...what was I saying? Oh yeah. An A and an A+ on my quizzes. My paper? A-. Oh man. So damn happy.
My central argument "[was] subtle and profound." Oh yeah. Cloud fucking nine, y'all.
Woot woot. Want me to write you a drabble, baby? Just drop a comment. That's how happy I am.
And a fucking 20 out of 20 on my Faerie Queene paper. Thank you J-Store for having several good criticisms about the House of Busyrane. And my professor really liked my paper. Huzzah!
But the very best part? In my World Literature class, with a professor who once didn't grade a paper of mine, saying it was so bad I had to go to the Writing Center (yes I was *agog* at the time), and I got a B on the rewrite...what was I saying? Oh yeah. An A and an A+ on my quizzes. My paper? A-. Oh man. So damn happy.
My central argument "[was] subtle and profound." Oh yeah. Cloud fucking nine, y'all.
Woot woot. Want me to write you a drabble, baby? Just drop a comment. That's how happy I am.
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Drabble me baby
Date: 2004-10-27 02:39 am (UTC)Please?
*cow eyes*
Re: Drabble me baby
Date: 2004-10-27 04:41 am (UTC)His vision is blurred, a bad cut across his brow and he doesn't want to think his eye is severely damaged, but it is enough to render Spike in shadows and mist, fading into a large outline that is *Spike* but all the harsh edges are faded, lost in blood and blackness.
He knows his line. *More are on their way* That's what he's supposed to say, and the moment will be lost, and the battle will begin anew, but Spike looms ever closer and Angel opens his mouth and tastes - rain, blood, regret. Spike.
He brings his good arm over the black shape of Spike, finds purchase in the wet locks and presses more firmly and insistently against Spike's mouth, trying to find anything that is not pure, but whole in Spike, and finding only fragments. There are traces of memories, of better times, and never hope.
A crack of thunder. A laugh, Spike breaking away. "You fucking romantic poof. Now? Soddin' arse."
Angel reaches out, finding the sharp cut of Spike's jaw, rubbing against the soaked smoothness, knowing he is being obvious. He has accepted it. "We die?"
Spike's mouth clamps down, moving far too quickly, but not breaking skin, this is a mere promise. "No fucking way, Angelus."
They know that more are coming. But as they seek each other in the darkness, in the rain, they know as well, that there are worse ways to die and no better way to live. It is always blood in the end.
Re: Drabble me baby
Date: 2004-10-27 05:38 am (UTC)Thank you.
StA? Please?
Re: Drabble me baby
Date: 2004-10-27 12:27 pm (UTC)More than welcome.
StA? Please?
Of course. *g* Like I'd say no.
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Date: 2004-10-27 02:43 am (UTC)TWICE.
[squee]
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Date: 2004-10-27 04:42 am (UTC)*Haunts you*
*ghostily*
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Date: 2004-10-27 12:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-27 03:27 am (UTC).... Buffy/Angel, dude. IT'S BEEN A WHILE.
;)
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Date: 2004-10-27 03:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-27 04:53 am (UTC)Hee. B/A. Ah, I remember the days I used to write it...heh.
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Date: 2004-10-27 05:21 am (UTC)BtVS S3ish:
He looks at the cloud with a mixed expression of horror and amusement. "Do I want to know how you can operate a cotton candy machine?"
"Funny story. Well, not actually funny in that you'd laugh or funny in a way that's funny, but let's just say these machines are surprising deadly. And that certain demons explode if they're overloaded with sugar."
Angel sighs and announces, "I kind of hate carnivals, you know."
Buffy wrinkles her nose. "Carnies?"
"Actually," and he turns swiftly, aiming the stake with easy precision, "Carnival vamps."
Buffy nods seriously. "You know, I think I could figure out how to turn on the carousel-"
Angel shakes his head. "We have to patrol the rest of the town. Not just the haunted carnival, Buffy."
"Angel, how many times have you seen haunted carnivals - okay, fine don't answer. How about an hour on the creepy carousel of possible doom and then we'll finish the tour du graveyards, is that fair?"
"I really hate carnivals."
"Clowns?"
"Geeks."
"Wait, geeks?"
"They bite off the heads of chickens." Angel sighs and finally says, "Don't ask."
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Date: 2004-10-27 05:38 am (UTC)<3!!! Awww, I miss the B/A. >_<
I loooooove!
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Date: 2004-10-27 12:29 pm (UTC)Glad you loooooved. ;-)
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Date: 2004-10-27 04:41 am (UTC)As for drabbles, you said my FS post gave you plot bunnies. I should like to see the results of those plot bunnies. And try not to make me cry, please? I've cried enough.
Leelee
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Date: 2004-10-27 04:50 am (UTC)"What, John? And why do you need to watch me feed our son, again?"
"Um, Earth thing. It's a tradition."
"Mmm, a tradition. That sounds like a lie. But if you like watching-"
"Oh baby, you know I do. And I was wondering...you never thought about, well damn, this is weird sayin' it-"
"Crichton, please name a time when something you said was not weird."
"Fair enough. Damn baby, that's beautiful."
"Mmm. John, you were going to ask me...?"
"Well, you never thought about the both of us. You know, me and, uh, me. With you?"
Aeryn smiles, something secret and low. Carefully removing little D'Argo from her breast, and giving him to John to burp, she says, after closing up her shirt (to John's groan and protest), "Have you been speaking to Chiana?"
"Aeryn, you're evading. You're scary when you evade, honey."
"I did consider the benefits of recreation with two partners, but considering your exuberance, I feared that two of you would wear me out, however I would possibly attempt it at least once."
"...at least? Aeryn, that's...that's..."
Aeryn removes her hair from its ponytail, and says, "Well, I'm off to a shower."
And behind her, all she hears is a breathless, "Damn."
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Date: 2004-10-27 04:59 am (UTC)"Fair enough..."
I love that it will always be "Crichton" when he's being a pain in the ass, not John.
And thank you for that! Far too few people wrote about the John/Aeryn/John possibilities, imo. I mean, c'mon! There were slash, OT3 and kinda-twincest possibilities. Tis a shame, really.
*smooches* Thank you! And congratulations again on rocking. You always have a futon in my place should you need a hideout.
Leelers
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Date: 2004-10-27 12:36 pm (UTC)Nope. Not at all.
*smooch*
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Date: 2004-10-28 03:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-10-27 02:18 pm (UTC)And I love the Jossverse drabbles. (I'm hoping this summer to finally watch all of Farscape.)
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Date: 2004-10-28 03:13 am (UTC)Glad you enjoyed the drabbles and believe me, you will love Farscape.