![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Moden Day BTVS..
Apr. 13th, 2017 05:41 pmThis is wonderful..*g*
http://wolveswithhats.tumblr.com/post/120285918726/modern-day-btvs-timeline-shifted-up-10-15
"MODERN DAY BTVS. Timeline shifted up 10 - 15 years, on all accounts (ex. Spike has a 90s grunge aesthetic instead of 80s punk). I’m really curious how much improved technology and communication could potentially completely alter situations, and snowball into bigger events."
Giles’ bewilderment when asked upon purchasing a rare, ancient tome whether he’d like an ebook copy.
“Willow, sweetie, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to 3D print an Urn of Osiris”
Spike’s frustration over the shitty leeched wifi in his crypt. How is he supposed illegally download his shows when this connection is complete bollocks?
“Now if I’m not mistaken, some lucky girl’s got herself a Playstation 3.” “No way!”
The ensuing disaster when someone tries to Google Translate that ancient prophetic ritual.
Cordelia setting up an internet presence for Angel Investigations on Facebook. Or as Angel calls it, Headpages.
That time Willow almost got murdered by a demonic robot she met on Plenty of Fish.
The secret to restoring Angel’s soul is on a flash drive under Ms. Calendar’s desk. With a backup copy on Dropbox.
Buffy’s growing list of excuses as to why she sometimes doesn’t pickup her phone, because you very well can’t tell your mom you were too busy getting repeatedly punched in the face by a demon with fists the size of butterball turkeys, and that’s why you didn’t answer her texts about what you want to do for dinner tonight, and can you walk Dawn home from Lisa’s? It’s fine, mom, it’s fine, lasagna is fine, Dawn will be fine–Lisa lives like two streets over, remember?–I had my cell on vibrate ok? Sorry. It’s no big. Chill.
http://wolveswithhats.tumblr.com/post/120285918726/modern-day-btvs-timeline-shifted-up-10-15
"MODERN DAY BTVS. Timeline shifted up 10 - 15 years, on all accounts (ex. Spike has a 90s grunge aesthetic instead of 80s punk). I’m really curious how much improved technology and communication could potentially completely alter situations, and snowball into bigger events."
Giles’ bewilderment when asked upon purchasing a rare, ancient tome whether he’d like an ebook copy.
“Willow, sweetie, I really don’t think it’s a good idea to 3D print an Urn of Osiris”
Spike’s frustration over the shitty leeched wifi in his crypt. How is he supposed illegally download his shows when this connection is complete bollocks?
“Now if I’m not mistaken, some lucky girl’s got herself a Playstation 3.” “No way!”
The ensuing disaster when someone tries to Google Translate that ancient prophetic ritual.
Cordelia setting up an internet presence for Angel Investigations on Facebook. Or as Angel calls it, Headpages.
That time Willow almost got murdered by a demonic robot she met on Plenty of Fish.
The secret to restoring Angel’s soul is on a flash drive under Ms. Calendar’s desk. With a backup copy on Dropbox.
Buffy’s growing list of excuses as to why she sometimes doesn’t pickup her phone, because you very well can’t tell your mom you were too busy getting repeatedly punched in the face by a demon with fists the size of butterball turkeys, and that’s why you didn’t answer her texts about what you want to do for dinner tonight, and can you walk Dawn home from Lisa’s? It’s fine, mom, it’s fine, lasagna is fine, Dawn will be fine–Lisa lives like two streets over, remember?–I had my cell on vibrate ok? Sorry. It’s no big. Chill.
