The sorrow, the sorrow!!!

[crazydiamondsue]

My soul is wrapped in harsh repose,
midnight descends in raven-colored clothes...

My spirit animal is seriously pissy today. I'm down in the dumps. Lower than an omoeba. Sorrier than a kicked dog. I don't feel good, okay? I'm trying really hard not to give in to a good old fashioned lj whine fest, followed by pleadings for cyber hugs. 'Cause really? Just not me. My WIP's stalled. I have a Xander ficathon story due in 3 days and I haven't written one word, and I think my general premise pretty much sucks. But I signed up months ago, before I started writing slash and asked for a Bander assignment. I know, I know. Me? 'Tis true. Instead I got Xander + 1st season demon. Probably should get working on it. All I want to do is listen to really depressing music and drink lots of wine and stare at pictures of dead rock stars. And wear black. And do fucked up things to my hair. ("Oh, god, it's serious!" I hear Stoney cry.)

Plus...Laz finished Repossession. I've read my last Repo. (Until I go back to read it again.) Today is a darkly beautiful day. Someone drive to Oklahoma and get drunk with me and help me write Part 11 of SMCD and this ficathon. C'mon, I'll get Stoney's recipe for a Charisma Nipple...

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[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

*runs you down and tickle hugs you*

*slips in a quick cyber grope and runs away*

I've given your spirit animal a can of jellimeat and some warm milk.

Why don't you have Xander knocked up from some good old fashioned demon loving? It can't go wrong!

Okay, I've Had Wine

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

You anticipated me! Shhhh, just for you, the end of Sunday Morning:

"I have been filled with Spike's demon seed. I now swell with life. As his undead seed now transforms my body, his love has shaped my soul," Xander said.

"What?" Willow screeched, for she was full of witchly power, and therefore of herself. "That isn't possible!!!"

"It is," Tara cried passionately - yes, passionately, "it is possible. For I have given them my essence and what was once Xander has now become me, and what I once was has now become he. By Diana I command it!"

"Lovely rhyme, Glinda luv, my sweet bird, but even I'm thinking that's bloody gibberish, and I was there," Spike said, his eyes glowing the hot neon of a thousand beer signs as they raked her full, womanly figure.

"I have given of my life forming womanhood to Xander," Tara explained as Willow's eyes grew darker than death itself. "They wanted a child to prove that their love is as pure as that of a vampire for a slayer. This was a love beyond souls, beyond any canonical restraints. I could not deny them. We shagged, Willow," she said, hearing her lover's pained gasp and regretting it, (but still reveling in her many hours of hot man on man on witch love with Spike and Xander.) "Yes, we shagged majestically. Gaia and the forces of the earth blessed our coming together, and soon Xander shall bring forth the proof of that great love. He shall bring it forth with his bottom, for that is his true nature."

Xander, emboldened by the hormones now coursing through his body, and feeling kind of bloated, stepped forward and slapped Willow harshly across the cheek. "So don't bring back Buffy, because she was uptight and kind of righteous and she'd think this was dumb, okay?"

Spike jerked his head. "C'mon," he said to Tara and Xander. "We're all incredibly hot. There is more shagging to be had. Xander can still take my fierce reaming until right before he must give passage to the child created by my glorious cock, his soulful eyes and your bountiful bosom. I've got a raging hard-on and all this talk about bringing forth has me humping the air. Let's leave Red to work her magicks while we test the limits of believability."

"Sure," Xander answered, his hand caressing the living mound that was the realization of his love for Spike and their shared pillaging of Tara's ripe body.

"Okay by me," Tara answered, shrugging and leaving Willow alone, still clutching the urn of Osiris and a hand-lettered sign that read, "Welcome Back From Hell, Buffster!"

THE END

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[tgray.livejournal.com]

No more wine for you! ::pets the bad!fic::

Oh where oh where has my Sue gone? She's gone mad I tell ya!

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

Hee! I posted it, wine sloshing, thinking "Eh, no one'll see it but dovil," and then woke up this morning going, eep!
In other news, I finished the first draft of chap 11, and am suspecting a lot of now sober revisions. Ah, never writing again after a bad day and a bottle of Riesling...

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[tgray.livejournal.com]

Lol... no honey, it was there for the whole world! lol. Being good as bad!fic goes, it did make me laugh!

Glad to hear the next part is in the works though. Looking forward to it!

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Blimey, was byoo'eeful, tha was. Shaggin', babies poppin' out o' arses, cor. Paintin' pick chures you is.

Mos romantikul fing I evah 'erd.

AND NOW I SHALL STALK YOU WITH THE PASSION OF A THOUSAND SUNS.
IF SAID SUNS HAD PASSION AND WERE NOT INANIMATE OBJECTS. HYDROGEN ARCING OFF OF THEM DOES NOT MAKE THEM ANIMATE. AND I HAVE BEEN DRINKING, TOO.

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

Stalk away!

But did you get the parallels I was drawing between Nietzsche’s 'unfree will' mythology: "in real life it is only a matter of strong and weak wills," with Rousseau's the family as the first model of political societies: “And all, being free and equal, alienate their liberty only for their own advantage"?

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. I didn't pick up on the Rousseau as much as I saw Immanuel Kant (who was a real pissant and very rarely stable), Heidegger (Heidegger was a boozy beggar that could think you under the table), and David Hume (could outconsume, Schopenhauer and Hegel).

No, I saw more of John Stuart Mill and his own free will theories creeping in. "I drink, therefor I am."

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

Hmmm..I may have been reaching with the Rousseau. I thought about Kant, but Nietzche really tore him apart in "Beyond Good and Evil." Oh! Hume! How could I have forgotten the father of empiricism!

Damn girl, if people are reading this, they're thinking, "Um, aren't these the girls who talk about their hair, read Little House erotica and yell, "Take a holt!"?

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

Sweet merciful Philosophy geeks - I think I love you both even more now!

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[crazydiamondsue.livejournal.com]

Ah, the bad!fic was cleansing. Pushed me right through the writer's block. Huh - why does everything have birthing conotations now? Did you think I was reaching with Rousseau? I really thought I had set up the triad of the family with Tara, Willow and Xander...hee. 'Tis love returned!
Spill the wine, take that pearl...

Cognitive Consistency Theory

[stoney321.livejournal.com]

I do believe that the length of posts represents the energy that has been given rise to by the contradictoy opinions, beliefs, and attitudes as presented in this community, thus serving as a force and motivating her (meaning Sue's) behavior.

In other words, "if you freak out on her LJ, she will write."

Re: Okay, I've Had Wine

[ex-dovil323.livejournal.com]

"I have been filled with Spike's demon seed. I now swell with life. As his undead seed now transforms my body, his love has shaped my soul," Xander said.

Best. Line. Ever. If only they had been able to fit that into the show.

And you're only allowed to drink wine from now on because that was freckin hilarious.