It's the birthday of two lovely people today; Happy Birthday
slb44 and
fan_eunice! Hope you're enjoying your special day very much :;hugs::
It's also the tenth birthday of Buffy the Vampire Slayer; the show, that is.
BtVS wasn't my first online fandom; Heinlein was that, but it followed on very closely. I was posting to alt.tv.buffy-v-slayer in 1999, if not earlier. We emigrated in summer '97 so I started watching the show from S2 and never stopped. I have a long row of Buffy and Angel DVDs in this room, and a shelf full of Buffy tie in novels, script books, Watchers Guides and all the literary analysis type essay books, too.
I'm a fan :-)
And it was the fandom which got me started on writing. May 2002. I found the sister group to the Buffy one; the one with the fic, and after reading some, consumed with a need for some Buffy/Spike, I hesitantly penned my own, which I won't inflict on you here as it wasn't very good. It's on my webpage along with a few other clunkers (I'm a completist) but... no. Not good.
And G rated because I couldn't have written smut if you paid me; way too shy.
That started to change but then whambam, I found slash and Spike started getting happy with Xander, not Buffy, the faithless vampire that he is.
And now I'm a pro writer of m/m romances and it's all thanks to Buffy.
I could write about what the show did for television, for the portrayal of women, the insights into the teenage mind -- but I'll channel Cordelia and make it all about me :-)
Buffy; you gave me endless hours of entertainment, made me laugh, shiver, cry. You let me meet some friends I value immensely, helped me discover a talent I didn't know I had.
You made me think.
Thank you.
And we're supposed to post something to mark the day. This is the first drabble I ever did and one of my earliest fics. It won't make much sense unless you know what Warren was good at.
Bored Now
He’s getting impatient now, strong hands skimming soft breasts, tweaking at pert nipples roughly. His hands go lower, sliding and groping, and, on cue, her moans increase in volume. They madden him, and he runs questing hands through her long hair, fingers splayed out.
He hisses with frustration and slides one finger between those perfect lips, growling angrily as she automatically starts to suck, to lick. His finger explores the warm dampness and withdraws.
Giving in, he throws himself into a chair and stares moodily at his annoying new toy.
“Wanker must have put an off switch
somewhere,” he mutters.