Title: Testament
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~5000
Fandom: Buffyverse,
Characters: Mostly Faith, Giles and Wesley; some Buffy/Spike.
Disclaimer: The usual stuff about Joss, money, characters, blood, large bowls of porridge, rightful claim to throne, etc.
Summary: The Angel gang's last stand didn't go unnoticed among those who used to know them, especially given their last communications on the eve of the battle. Two letters and a phone call start a chain reaction that force the survivors to re-evaluate their situation.

Fic started in 2005, revised and finished in 2008 for the lynnevitational.

"Before we talk of any repentance, try walking in my shoes; you'll stumble in my footsteps." (Depeche Mode)

August 19, 2008
Anya: What a day. Gimme a beer.

Bartender: I.D.

Anya: I'm eleven hundred and twenty years old! Just gimme a friggin' beer!

Bartender: I.D.

Anya: Gimme a Coke. - from 'Doppelgangland'

[Fic]
x. What's tall and green and has warts all over? by married_n_mich, Buffy, Dean, BtVS/Spn xover, PG
x. New Kind of Same by ubiquirk, Faith, R
x. Testament by beer_good_foamy, Faith, Giles, Wes, Buffy/Spike, PG

[Ficlets and Drabbles]
My three favourite drabbles from those posted thus far at the open_on_sunday challenge include:
Sometimes a metaphor is just a metaphor by twilightofmagic
Fear To by faymeadows
Untitled by cmk418

[Fic Updates]
x. Part 4, Coda to Kindred Spirits by nwhepcat, Dawn, PG
x. Part 8 of Things That Go Bump in the Night by slaymesoftly, Buffy/Spike, NC17

[Icons/Graphics/Vids]
x. Buffy/Angel vid by karanna1
x. Buffy wallpaper, banners and icons by dark_amia
x. Art and icons by ms_starlight
x. Becoming Part 2 Pic Spam by happyville

[Communities]
x. Slayer Elite is an "icon challenge community".

[Fic Recs]
x. robas is looking for fic which deals with the meeting between Buffy and Angel after her second death
x. Great big list of Buffy/Spiks fic and sites by aleababe

[News/Discussion/More]
ABC is giving you the chance to vote for television's most dramatic moment and you can vote for Buffy!
x. Finding meaning and fulfillment in 'Buffy'. An article from a teenager printed in Tulsaworld.
x. markeyisapunk examines what might have happened if Angel's vampiric nature had been revealed earlier
x. USA Todays has a chat with Julie Benz.

[Time Machine]
x. Why Buffy Kicked Ass by Virginia Prostrel from 2003 *outside link*

Last night while looking for bandaids, I stumbled upon a bit of March Hare perfume that I hadn't been able to find in years.

Now I smell like Prague. It's rather distracting.

*sniffs own wrists again*

ETA Black Phoenix has steampunk inspired scents! Why did no one tell me? There goes the rest of my birthday budget. . . .

“You drank from a human?”

“Well, sort of, ” Spike said. “Technically, yes, but this bloke didn’t deserve the name. Done more harm than most demons, when you think about it.”

Buffy glared. “So you’re setting yourself up as judge, jury, and executioner?”

Spike glared back. “It was only Rush bloody Limbaugh, pet! Tell me you don’t think the world’s better off without him! Tasted damned bitter, too.”

Buffy turned away, trying to hide her sudden urge to laugh. “Point taken. But still, eww.”

“Look, I’m sorry, luv….”

“I just hope you don’t expect to kiss me with that mouth!”

 

I was kindly invited to the lynnevitational, and I got the idea that I'd use it as an excuse to finally finish this old WIP. Because apparently, my muse needs a deadline. For which I was fashionably late anyway, but here it is.

Title: Testament
Author: Beer Good (beer_good_foamy)
Rating: PG13
Word Count: ~5000
Fandom: Buffyverse,
Characters: Mostly Faith, Giles and Wesley; some Buffy/Spike.
Disclaimer: The usual stuff about Joss, money, characters, blood, large bowls of porridge, rightful claim to throne, etc.
Summary: The Angel gang's last stand didn't go unnoticed among those who used to know them, especially given their last communications on the eve of the battle. Two letters and a phone call start a chain reaction that force the survivors to re-evaluate their situation.

Fic started in 2005, revised and finished in 2008 for the lynnevitational.

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"Before we talk of any repentance, try walking in my shoes; you'll stumble in my footsteps." (Depeche Mode)

"To live outside the law, you must be honest." (Bob Dylan)

( When you ain't got nothin', you got nothin' to lose. )

Happy birthday to bellatemple  !

Hope you had a wonderful day. :-)

If you've not come across bellatemple 's fic before, you may like to try Hiccups

Take one recovering magic addict. Take a common yet chaotic and uncontrollable malady.
Mix them together. . . .

http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DilbertDailyStrip/~3/ljsi_6AuZ-A/

http://dilbert.com/strips/comic/2008-08-19/

Happy birthday to:

• Ogden Nash
• Gene Roddenberry
• Bill Clinton
• Tipper Gore
• Jonathan Frakes
• Peter Gallagher
• John Stamos
• Matthew Perry
• Callum Blue
• and Ianto Jones (yes, I'm a dork)

And happy August 19th to everyone else!

Well, we had fun. And we got rid of shit.

The big garage sale of last weekend was not quite the windfall we hoped for. I didn't make a tank of gas out of all that schlepping, and we got up way too early for weekend mornings, but hey, we made a little money and got boxes of stuff out of our homes. huzzlewhat's neighbor and her friend were part of the sale, too, and the team effort really made things go smoother. The most awesome part in its way was the fact that the sale ended Sunday at 1:00, and we went into commando mode and had all the stuff we wanted to donate packed in boxes, packed in 3 cars, caravanned to Goodwill and hauled out with the help of strong, cheerful young men, and were back driving toward Huz's place by 2:10.

I wish I had some tiny amount of energy left, because there were a ton of stories. It's fun to see who goes craphounding (except those who craphound at 6:00 a.m. AN HOUR EARLY). We loved the couple who came by in search of shoes and the soundtrack to Hair. The wife was still recovering from a hip replacement, so the husband scoped out the place first, then went to get her when he saw there were a lot of shoes. Her name was Queen and he treated her like one. We did a fair bit of chatting with them. It's fun to put people together with something that just delights them to find, something they've been looking for (though sadly, we didn't have a copy of Hair). We also quite delighted the school nurse who got the wild red and black pants for Fridays at her school, when everyone wears the school colors.

THINGS NOT TO SAY AT A GARAGE SALE: Nice tin. Is that where you keep your money?

He wasn't trying to be threatening, just clueless, I think. And he did buy quite a few things.

Then there was the obnoxious woman with the large sense of entitlement who rudely tried to "negotiate" the price she wanted on everything. Huz repulsed her demand for a 25c reduction on an item, and then gave me the treatment over a silk scarf (not one of mine, incidentally). Once she did the ultra-dramatic counting of every last cent in her wallet (coincidentally, 50c) and then showing me the echoing emptiness inside said wallet, I let her have the damn scarf for half price, just for the performance. We joked after she left that she probably had 17 wallets with her, each with 50c. After we closed up for the day, we walked to the movies, and guess who we saw on the street toting several purchases!

Arbitrary rule: Be nice, and you will probably get a discount. We might even volunteer it. Be a jerk, and we won't budge. Unless maybe you dance like a trained monkey give a bravura performance of just how cheap impoverished you are. Exhibiting eye-rolling contempt at the merch once you've heard the price will not get you the automatic discount, trust me.

Got home at 10 p.m. last night, then popped awake at 4:00 this a.m., and that is all.

Sweet Rushes

She was tired and distracted by the time they finally settled in the woody glen by the lagoon. The hounds’ voices bayed in the distance, but fading. They’d lost the scent and were headed north.

Angelus was huddled under a great oak tree and Darla had made a rough bed several feet away, her back turned to all of them. She was furious, with Angelus because he’d refused to destroy Spike, once and for all. With Spike for bringing down the mob on their heads.

Indifferent, Spike gathered sweet rushes for his princess. She, at least, would sleep well tonight.