Vid Rec

Mar. 19th, 2011 06:51 pm
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I don't rec often. I'm not good at it, really, because I can never figure out what to say, even when something moves me hugely.

This vid moved me. Hugely. It also maybe broke me a little, but in a good way.

If you're any flavor of Buffy fan, go watch Some Peace.

Seriously.

(canonical parings, inspired music choice, pain and solace relived)
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::shoots more commentfic into the abyss:: (And no, I have no idea where it's all coming from. I've added more than thousand words to Winsync in the last couple of days too.)

[livejournal.com profile] summerofsoaps asked for BtVS/AtS, Angelus, the apocalypse is never as great as you expect it to be

Zombies, Angelus muttered to himself, were supposed to be fun. He had that on good authority.

He watched them lumber around the quad, their movements slow and clumsy. Stupid. It made absolutely no sense that they kept catching students to feast on, but catch them they did.

A fine mist of gray matter swirled in his nose like heavy fog. Blood and viscera covered the cobblestones. Angelus felt a twist of homesickness in his gut and tried to welcome it, but the damn zombies were determined to ruin that too, vapid beasts hunched over everywhere he could see, whining about brains-this and brains-that.

He tore the head off one when it bumped into him, not giving a fuck that they were supposed to be on the same side.

Hell, I brought them into the world, I can damn well take 'em out. The thought made him giggle, and he stalked across the quad toward the science department, humming jauntily and ripping heads off all along the way.

A feral grin flashed across Angelus' face, frightening a student as she ran past, if not the idiotic zombies she fled from. Plans change; his partners in the Watcher's Council would just have to understand that.

Maybe he could find a way to make zombies fun after all.
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Camera Shy
By [livejournal.com profile] rivestra 
AtS/Leverage, Eliot/Lindsey
NC17; not mine, not for profit
1,850 words, completed 4/7/09

Notes: more runaway [livejournal.com profile] commentfic , this time for  [personal profile] maab_connor , who asked for Angel/Leverage, Lindsay/Eliot, not on camera.

Sequel to Interesting, and you should probably read that first, if you’d like this to make any sense. If you’re just in it for the pretty, then go right ahead and read (though in that case, I should apologize for taking 550 words to get to the smut). Also? I really need an Eliot icon, damnit!

 

Eliot looked at the Departures board and cursed as his flight flickered from “departing” to “canceled.” Again.

This damn Midwestern blizzard was killing him. He really had to get to Seattle by tomorrow, or the whole deal was going to fall apart, and that would really, really piss Nate off. They hadn’t been able to come up with a lot of details, but he knew enough to agree: Clarendon Consolidated really needed to go down.

more... )


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I tried to write comment fic, but I failed. This sucker’s big enough, it needs a freaking title. Send HELP!

Interesting
By [info]rivestra

AtS/Leverage, Lindesy/Spike/Eliot
NC17; not mine, not for profit
2,100 words, completed 1/26/09

 

 

Notes: for [livejournal.com profile] elebridith  , who asked for: Lindsey/Spike/Eliot, "Now *that's* interesting"  in comment_fic, and got what I’d kinda have to call a story instead. (And now there's a sequel, Camera Shy. I feel oddly like I should apologize or something) On to the PWP! )

 



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Written for [info]amara_m  's orphaned prompt in her commentfic thread: Angel/Wes, taste

Warmth fills his mouth and rolls on his tongue, dark and familiar, hot with stubborn denial, touched with just a spark of hope. Something deep down stirs and he swallows, letting just a little roll down and then he's gulping it in, feeling it rush down his throat. Desperation chases it into his belly and he sucks in more and more, drawing on that steadfast pulse - nothing has ever tasted like this, nothing has ever felt so alive, pulsing under his mouth, pumping and pushing life into his water-logged soul, demanding he take and take and he does, he takes it all, desperate to feel this life fill him, to feel it coursing through his veins and rushing through him, its hot-sweet taste pushing all that salt, all that pain and isolation and *hunger* out-out-out, uncompromising, insistent, flooding him with warmth and desperation and *home*, spreading in then outwards as it pumps through his heart, filling his veins to bursting, pounding in his arteries, singing through his soul, demanding he rise up and claim this man, this man who has always been his.

Posted originally here. I'd've sworn I only went there to  see what she was talking about. Not quite sure where this came from (other than the fact that I've always had a thing for this particular moment in the fandom...)

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