even angels have their wicked schemes.

ten word drabble-thon

2011-01-06T01:12:46Z

ten word drabble-thon!

RULES.
001. Drabbles have to be exactly ten words. No more, no less.
002. When posting a new drabble, you must put the fandom, character/pairing, and rating in the subject. For example, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Buffy, PG.
003. Don't overuse hyphens. For example, this-does-not-count-as-one-word.
004. If someone posts a drabble that you like, comment and let them know!
005. If you would like to continue someone's drabble, simply reply to their comment and expand.
006. No wank, guys.
007. The drabble-thon will end sometime January 6th.
008. Anon is off, as is ISP logging.
009. Use the box below to pimp it out! The more people, the more fun we'll have!

may the odds be ever in your favor

2010-11-11T22:34:02Z

he's got to be strong, and he's got to be fast

2010-06-04T00:27:59Z

Day 13; Favorite childhood show.

This show was definitely my most beloved show growing up (until I found Buffy, of course. :p) I would come home from school, and the first thing I would do was turn on the television to watch Doug. I still remember the theme song (do do do do do do do do dooooo), and I still think fondly back to the characters. There was Doug, the awkward but well-meaning kid who just couldn't do anything right. His best friend, Skeeter, who was too blue for his own good. Patti Mayonaise, who had Doug falling head over heels. And of course Porkchop, who was Doug's beloved and loyal dog. Also, we can't forget "The Beets," which were the totally awesome band in the show. Oh, the good days.

Day 14; Favorite male character.

I could talk about both of these characters until my face turned blue, really. In all honesty, I love Angel even more than I do Mal, but both of these characters are so epic that I thought they deserved a spot. Angel is ~~played by David Boreanaz, who is the most gorgeous celebrity to grace us with his fine-as-hell presence~~ and always has been my favorite male character. He has done terrible things, and he knows that there's never really going to be any kind of redemption for him. Despite that, he tries anyway. He goes through so much on his show, and we see him come so close to giving up on more than one occasion, and yet he always pulls through. He's willing to die for what he believes in, not to mention for the people he loves. Angel is a vampire, but the writers made sure to never make him feel far-fetched, cheesy, or over the top ~~like some vampires I've seen in the media~~. It also doesn't hurt that I want to melt every single time he comes on the screen. (I'm shallow, and I don't care.)

Malcolm Reynolds is also the epitome of bad ass. He's also a leader, and he has shown time and time again that he has no problem with dying to save those he cherishes or, for that matter, Serenity. He very much has that "I'll go down with this ship" attitude, and it's one of the many reasons I adore him. Mal might be a hard ass, but we also get to see his more emotional side, which really sold him as a character for me. Nathan Fillion is also gorgeous. Clearly, I have a type. Give me a broad, tall, dark, handsome, brooding man over a pretty boy any day of the week, plz.

Day 01 - A show that should have never been canceled
Day 02 - A show that you wish more people were watching
Day 03 - Your favorite new show ( aired this t.v season)
Day 04 - Your favorite show ever
Day 05 - A show you hate
Day 06 - Favorite episode of your favorite t.v show
Day 07 - Least favorite episode of your favorite t.v show
Day 08 - A show everyone should watch
Day 09 - Best scene ever
Day 10 - A show you thought you wouldn’t like but ended up loving
Day 11 - A show that disappointed you
Day 12 - An episode you’ve watched more than 5 times
Day 13 - Favorite childhood show
Day 14 - Favorite male character
Day 15 - Favorite female character
Day 16 - Your guilty pleasure show
Day 17 - Favorite mini series
Day 18 - Favorite title sequence
Day 19 - Best t.v show cast
Day 20 - Favorite kiss
Day 21 - Favorite ship
Day 22 - Favorite series finale
Day 23 - Most annoying character
Day 24 - Best quote
Day 25 - A show you plan on watching (old or new)
Day 26 - OMG WTF? Season finale
Day 27 - Best pilot episode
Day 28 - First t.v show obsession
Day 29 - Current t.v show obsession
Day 30 - Saddest character death

a strange enchanted boy

2010-02-24T05:28:44Z

"There was a boy."

i smell sex and candy

2010-02-15T02:27:40Z

I smell sex and candy.

i felt your heartbeat

2010-02-14T06:25:03Z

"I felt your heartbeat."

multifandom drabble-a-thon

2009-11-29T03:28:42Z

multifandom six word fic fest

RULES.
01. When posting, make sure your subject has the following: fandom, pairing, rating.
02. Any fandom or pairing is allowed except for RPF (real person fic.)
03. Make sure your fic is ONLY six words! The only exception is if you use lines.
04. Don't hyphenate words to make them one, because that's just lame.
05. If someone writes one you like, comment to them! Tell them how much you like it.
06. If someone writes one you don't like, move on and don't say a word.
07. Each fic should have its own starting comment.
08. Feel free to expand on what someone has already written! Just comment to their fic with another that is six words.
09. Pimp it out to friends and communities!
10. Have fun!

she must rinse this all away

2009-07-30T07:27:24Z

● Since my last post seemed to be a pretty big hit, I have decided to post up a master list of the drabbles I wrote, so I can keep them in one spot. I am still working on a few, so the ones who haven't had theirs written yet, bear with me. I would love everyone's feedback on these, and if anyone else wants to request anything, do so here.

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drabble list

001. when i am with you, i feel flames again (r) | darla/angelus | requested by woven using this icon.

→ She told him once that she would show him things that he could never dream of.

She wasn't kidding.

Their meal for the night - a fragile, slipping thing - squeals and sobs in the corner until she is reduced to nothing more than chirruping whimpers. Angelus almost wishes that they hadn't gagged her, because he is sure her pleas would be positively marvelous.

Darla leaves no times for regrets, and her hands grapple onto his shoulders with a strength that would surprise anyone but him. His hands, all marble and ice, reach out for the top edge of the corset. Absently, he thinks about the night he bought the delicate, frilly piece for her, and it brings a smirk to his lips. Since he was the one that bought it in the first place, he feels no pang of guilt when he rips it down the middle, and watches her pale breasts spill free from the confining material.

As if to pay him back, she shreds his shirt with little more than a flick of her wrists and a pressing of her nails; terrible, sharp nails that can tear him asunder.

Darla bites him, then - hard enough to make him growl. He can't help but to think that, were he not use to this by now, he might have come right then and there. Instead, he returns the favor.

By the time they roll off of one another, their bodies are canvases of scarlet whorls and streaks from nails and fangs alike, and both of their mouths are smeared with the other one's blood like some kind of grotesque smile.

People say love is a blood sport.

Theirs is a blood bath.

002. how to save a life (pg-13) | supernatural | requested by backtograce using this icon.

→ Dean is going to lose his brother.

He feels it in his heart, feels it in his aching bones, feels it in every fucking fiber of his being.

But there is nothing he can do.

All of his life, he has been the one to protect his brother - to protect his Sammy. As long as Sam has been alive, Dean has been the one to make sure he is okay, whether that meant shooting a demon between the eyes or making sure a stubborn nine-year-old ate his cereal.

Sammy has always been the good one, the one with the bright smile and the kind eyes. But now Dean is looking at him, desperate to find a trace of the little brother he has sworn to protect.

There's nothing there.

No trace of familiarity, nothing to recognize him by.

When he realizes that he doesn't even recognize the dark eyes looking back at him, he turns away.

As he tries to compose himself, his hand over his mouth and his eyes screwed shut, he remembers something he read once, a rarity in itself.

This is how the world ends, Dean thinks, and dares to spare a sidelong glance to his brother over his shoulder.

Not with a bang. They were supposed to be until the end of the world. He and Sam - they were going to be the ones that fought the darkness back and won. And hell, even if they didn't win, they were supposed to have one another.

Dean has never felt more alone in his life, than he does in that moment.

He already misses Sammy, and he is only five feet away.

But a whimper.

003. taking on water (pg) | buffy summers | requested by organza using this icon.

→ This must be what drowning victims feel like when they realize, without a doubt, that they are sinking. Hopeless. Alone. Cold.

Every time Buffy opens her mouth to breathe, she feels as if it is not air that she takes in, but water; chilling water that burns as it reaches her lungs, sloshes to and fro in the pit of her stomach.

Anything is better than drowning, Buffy thinks as she weaves her way through the headstones and concrete angels that she knows by heart. Restfield cemetery is probably the largest of the thirteen cemeteries in Sunnydale, but she has come here so many times that she can recite the names on the tombstones without hesitation.

For years, all Buffy has done is tread water just to stay afloat. But now, the current has proven to be stronger than even she, and all she can do is watch as the surface of the water - glittering and golden with a dusting of sun - disappears without a trace as she sinks deeper into the depths.

Buffy doesn't know when she might breach the surface again, but as she settles down on one of the familiar tombstones, she knows that it will be a very, very long time.

004. got the headstones all ready (pg-13) | buffy/angel | requested by stillamempty using this icon.

→ Angel's eyes go from wide and horrified to half-lidded and hungry in a split second, and the way he looks at her serves as a caress to every single one of her erogenous zones. She shivers once, maybe twice, but doesn't even consider changing her mind.

She trusts him. God help her, she trusts him enough to let him do this.

Without hesitation, her hand reaches up and finds a home somewhere at the back of his head. There is a moment, terrifying and raw, where they both can do nothing more than look at each other. Now it is Buffy's eyes that are wide and telling, but she swallows the fear back and holds him even tighter. He is looking for a reassurance; something to tell him that it will all be okay.

A second or two later, and Angel's face is a blur that ends up in the crook of her neck. He hesitates, his strong hands unsure and trembling at her biceps. Buffy's breath is erratic, while her own heart beats so loud that she think she can hear it in her own ears.

When he bites her, she is almost certain that she hears him groan something into the bleeding flesh of her throat.

"Mine."

005. if i only could make a deal with god (g) | bones | requested by corleones using this icon.

→ You would think that, with as much death Temperance has seen in her lifetime, that she would not be so terrified to die. But when she looks over at Hodgins, she can feel the familiar warmth of tears licking at the back of her eyes.

This is the end of the line.

Temperance has lost time. She doesn't know how long they have been in this car, buried beneath however many feet of dirt and rocks, but it has been long enough to deplete their air supply, and she knows the lightheadedness she is feeling is the onslaught of sleep. And sleep, in this case, will lead to death.

If Hodgins' plan doesn't work, they are going to fall asleep, and within a handful of minutes after that, their lungs will collapse in on themselves from the lack of air.

Of course, there's always the possibility that the explosion will kill them before that happens.

Either way, their chances of getting out of here are slim to none, and Temperance has never been one to sugarcoat things. Even so, she is hoping with everything she has that, come tomorrow, she and Hodgins will be back at the lab.

"Ready?" she asks, and shifts nervously in the seat, her eyes pleading with Hodgins, looking for a sliver of hope that he is usually so good at supplying.

He doesn't disappoint.

"Yeah," Hodgins replies, offering a tiny quirk of his bearded cheek. "Dr. Brennan, it's been a privilege."

When she hugs him, his arms are sure and strong, not at all like her own that tremble at his back.

The explosion sets off just a few seconds after she feels the tear push past her eyelid, and make the slow journey down the curve of her cheek.

006. ashes on your eyes (g) | veronica/logan | requested by forbiddenxspark using this icon.

→ Logan is a loaded canon. He is a broken toy, a forgotten son, a derailed train.

And Veronica loves him.

God help her, she loves this boy in her arms. How had they gotten to this point in time? It seemed like it was just yesterday that their relationship was only as deep as the cutting remarks they could throw back and forth without blinking an eye. They had gone from semi-friends to enemies to lovers without any kind of smooth transition in between.

They shouldn't work. She and Logan are entirely different beings, crafted from different materials and textures, and stitched together with pieces from different quilt works.

They shouldn't work, but they do.

Veronica hears his breath hitch once or twice, his voice an airy wheeze of despair, and she wishes more than anything that she could take away his pain. But she can't. All she can do is hold him, her hands tracing smooth, easy circles at his back and the nape of his neck.

Veronica feels his sorrow like it is her own sufferance, and she feels a familiar ache behind the ladder of her ribs that reminds her just how far out of her element she is.

I love you, Logan Echolls, she thinks, but doesn't say it aloud.

They really don't write songs about the ones that come easy.

007. all that glitters (pg-13) | the air i breathe | requested by underworld using this icon.

→ There is no greater enemy than a mirror. She has been staring at it for over an hour in the faux sanctuary of this tiny room. If Fingers knew that she was just sitting there - hollow and silent - instead of practicing for her upcoming performance, he would be furious.

She can't find the will to care.

Through walls and doors, she can hear the crowd screaming her name. "Trista!" they cry, waving their signs and clawing at each other to get closer to the stage. Like animals. Hungry, vicious vultures that will do anything to get a moment of her time.

She wonders if they know that Trista isn't even her real name.

If it's up to her, they never will. No one will ever know her real name. There was one person that she told her name to, and she watched him die a slow, painful death in her arms not a week ago. And it was all because of her.

As she picks up a lipstick case, she can't help but think that she will never forgive herself. Why would she?

Tears cling to her mascara-coated eyelashes when she lifts the lipstick, presses it against the glass, and writes out a slow, red message.

All that glitters is gold.

008. frozen oceans (pg) | mal/inara | requested by backtograce using this icon.

→ He calls her a whore.

What else is he supposed to do? Mal has never been particularly adroit in the art of showing his emotions. Captains don't have that luxury. No, they are supposed to be the ones made of stone, able to push away feeling in favor of what's needed at any given moment. Emotions just get in the way.

He has learned that the hard way on more than one occasion.

There is something different about it this time. Usually, the two of them go back and forth with witty banter and sharp words that neither of them really mean. But when he calls her a whore this time, something in the air changes. It's subtle, nothing more than a lowering of her dark eyelashes and a slight turn of her head, but he instantly regrets ever saying such a thing.

The truth is, he respects her. Loves her. Wants her. Each time she sees a client, it eats him up inside because he knows that there is no way those men (and occasionally women) will honor her when the morning comes around. Not like him. He will love her until his weathered heart stops beating.

But he can't say it.

Instead, he captures her wrist when she turns to walk away. His gentility even surprises himself. Malcolm Reynolds is a tough man, a little rough around the edges, but he grasps her wrist as if he is handling the finest of china. A moment or two passes, each of them looking at one another, expecting everything and nothing at the same time.

When he kisses her, he hopes that she can taste the "I love you" on his tongue because, for now, he just can't say it.

For now.

009. you can be my cherry cola (pg) | sophia bush/jensen ackles | requested by backtograce using this icon.

→ It all started with a party and a beer passed back and forth between two hands.

In all honesty, neither of them had even planned to attend. Jensen was exhausted, too many 18 hour days on the set and not enough sleep. Sophia had other plans, but had been roped into going by Bethany and the tiny, mischievous smile that the woman always seemed to use when she wanted something to go her way.

By the time that the party had ended, Sophia and Jensen were practically inseparable. It wasn't their first time to meet; they had seen each other around at some of the other parties that the CW put on, but it was their first time to actually sit down and talk. Turns out, they hadn't been able to stop talking.

Jensen would tell her about a prank he pulled on Jared, and she would laugh so hard that her sides hurt. At one point, he was almost sure that he could hear a tiny snort come from the tiny brunette, and it was quite possibly the cutest thing he'd heard in all of his life.

That was a few months ago, and nothing has changed.

Sophia texts Jensen when she hears about another party that they're expected to be at, but neither of them really minds, because they have been looking forward to another excuse to see each other in a way that won't have the tabloids raging the next day.

At the end of the party, they are two of the few people left in the room, and neither of them want to leave any time soon.

When someone asks for a picture, they happily oblige, and lean in closer - maybe closer than necessary for a picture - and his hand comes up to cup the back of her head, some of his fingers getting lose in the silk-like waves there.

Even after the person walks away, he doesn't move his hand.

010. she can't hold him this way (pg) | buffy/angel | requested by dearagony using this icon.

→ Angel is trembling in her arms.

She holds onto him for dear life, her arms winding around his back while her chin finds the crook of his shoulder. It takes her a while to put the pieces together, and when she does, it is like a deadbolt sliding into its corresponding lock.

Angel is back.

She is holding Angel in her arms, something she was sure that she would never get to do again.

Relief, beautiful and golden like sunrise, settles over Buffy all at once, and she clings to him tighter. Lips part, eyes close behind twin curtains of dark lashes, and Buffy thanks whatever god will listen. Warmth blooms behind her eyelids; tears of joy that don't yet pour down her flushed cheeks. To think that, just seconds ago, Buffy had been poised and ready to deliver the fatal blow that would take Angel away from her forever.

Now, the sword in her hands feels clumsy and cold, but she doesn't drop it simply because it is the last thing on her mind.

For the first time in a long time, Buffy knows that everything will be okay. Finally, she feels as if she can breathe, and Buffy nearly chokes on the air now that the weight of mourning has been lifted from her chest.

That's when she opens her eyes.

Acathla's mouth - such a terrible mouth at that - is opening wide, its jaws extending to unbelievable widths while its stone face shifts and becomes even more malevolent than before. Acathla is hungry, and it plans on making the world its first course on the meal plan.

Something tears inside of Buffy then, something violent and devastating, and she realizes with little more than a whimper what it is that is tearing apart. It is her hope. It is the very last strands of sanity, and all she can do is hold onto Angel as they fray and slip away, as intangible and transient as smoke.

The spell was too late.

Buffy wants to scream, but the sound simply refuses to fight its way up from her chest. She knows what she must do, but the thought alone makes her hold him tighter, her free hand burying into his jacket, refusing to let him slip away. Not like this. Buffy knows the good of the many outweighs the good of the one, but she simply cannot accept that. What is the loss of a world full of people she doesn't know, when paired up against the loss of a man who she loves with every bit of her soul?

It isn't fair.

It isn't fair, and that's the only thing Buffy can think as she pulls away from his embrace slowly, her eyes never leaving his face. He must notice the agony that is written across the planes of her face, because he speaks up, his voice a hoarse, confused slash in the silence of the room.

"What's happening?" he asks, and Buffy wants to tell him. She wants to tell him that the world is ending and she doesn't care. But she doesn't. Instead, Buffy only offers as reassuring of a smile as she can muster, shaking her head gently as she does so. "Shh," she replies. "Don't worry about it. I love you."

When he says it back, she wants to die right then and there.

This is the end of the line.

"Close your eyes," Buffy whispers, almost hoping that he won't. It would be so much easier if he didn't trust her like he does. But Angel trusts her with his life, just as he always has, and he lets his dark eyelashes fall in cheek-cutting angles. He is the most beautiful thing that she has ever seen in all of her seventeen years of life, and it takes every bit of her will power not to reach out and trace his lips with the pad of her finger.

But Buffy is weak, always has been, and she doesn't stop herself from leaning forward to kiss him. She pours everything into the kiss, knowing it will be their last. Words she cannot say rest on her tongue, and she hopes - prays - that he will forgive her somehow. That he will understand.

Of course he doesn't.

When the sword's unforgiving blade slams into the center of his chest, his eyes open wide with disbelief, and she takes a staggering step away from his outstretched arm. Angel says her name on a sound of terrible agony as the portal behind him rages and spins outward, its tendrils working around Angel in such a way that Buffy thinks they might rip him backward and into the belly of the beast.

Angel, she thinks, frozen as she watches Angel slump forward. I'm so sorry.

And then he is gone.

There's no explosion, no kind of warning. There is just ... nothing. The portal took him away, and Buffy is now standing alone. At first, she can only stand there. Her eyes are wide and her mouth is agape in shock, but she can do nothing.

She feels something die in her, and her shock wears off in terrible, insurmountable waves.

Angel is gone.

There is only one thing she can do now, and that is press her hand over her mouth to stifle the sobs that wrack her body.

011. ??? | eric (trueblood) | requested by thepookybear using this icon.

→ coming soon!

012. ??? | cordelia chase | requested by torigates using this icon.

→ coming soon!

013. ??? | faith (as buffy) | requested by killmotion using this icon.

→ coming soon!

014. ??? | fight club | requested by drusilla using this icon.

→ coming soon!

015. ??? | jon/janey (watchmen) | requested by imagines using this icon.

→ coming soon!

supportmybones @ 2009-07-14T19:57:00

2009-07-15T01:00:22Z

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you were my greatest failure, discourse your saving song

2009-04-30T23:59:54Z

[+] so, the following was something i wrote for that drabble post. the lovely taylor ( woven ) gave me a prompt for a buffy/angelus drabble where he sires her. it got kind of lengthy, and turned from a drabble post to a ficlet, so i thought i'd post it here. tell me what you think! :D

title. a cross and a girl named blessed
pairing. angelus/buffy ( btvs )
summary. angelus and buffy have been playing a vicious game of cat and mouse for years, now. the cat just caught the mouse.
rating. R for death of a main character, bondage, and violence. hoorah!
notes. i do not own either of these characters, no matter how often i wish i did. they belong to the ~~cruel bastard~~ genius that is joss whedon.

They have been playing this vicious game of cat and mouse for years. Buffy runs, he finds her, she takes off again. The chase is good - it always has made his blood boil. This time is different. This time, it's taken him five months to track her down. Ohio had been the last place he had seen Buffy. Considering the gift he had left her, it's no wonder she ran like she did. Every time he closes his eyes, he can see the stricken, sick look on Buffy's face as she walks into her room, only to find Dawn strung like some macabre present. The only thing missing had been the bow.

Buffy had to know that Angelus would find her eventually. Funny enough, her eyes are still wide with disbelief even after the hell he has put her through. More than the disbelief is the rage - such a beautiful, fiery rage that always manages to send an electric thrill to every single erogenous zone in his body.

"Come on, don't look at me like that. I spent all this time and trouble tracking you down." Buffy had made it considerably harder this time. She changed her name, got a fake social security number - everything that he knew to look for. Even beyond that, she has changed her physical appearance. It's not blonde hair that he grips now, forcing her bruised face to look up at his own. Instead, he now pulls at strands dark enough to be soot staining his fingertips. "I'm touched that you went through all this trouble. Really, I am." Something like a protest is muffled by the gag in Buffy's mouth, and Angelus cants his head as if trying to hear her. "What's that, Buff? You're going to have to speak up." If she was able, Angelus knew that Buffy would spit on him right about now. Hell, he almost wishes that he hadn't gagged her. She makes another muffled protest, but Angelus doesn't even act like he's listening now. His attention is completely engulfed by the blood that is dripping from her nose and the corner of her lips, gumming against her skin like some sweet syrup. The only thing that keeps him from dragging his tongue against the corner of her mouth is the forehead that cracks against his own nose, making him rear back with a snarl. Cool blood seeps from his own nose now, and he wipes at it with the back of his hand.

"Now, there's my girl!" Despite the pain, he barks out a laugh. "I tie up your hands - you kick, I tie up your feet - you headbutt me. Really, isn't this what got you in this ..." Angelus' voice trails off as near-black eyes roam over her broken body, courtesy of himself. "Predicament." Even if it's not true, Angelus tells himself that he wouldn't have done half the damage he had if Buffy hadn't just kept getting back up. Finally, he had to just put her down himself. And now, she's staying down.

Buffy tenses when he draws closer, but even he can hear the sound of her broken bones grinding against one another from the movement. She tries to struggle as his hands grasp either side of her face, pads of his thumbs smearing the blood and tears at her cheeks. The gesture is anything but soothing. In fact, it's downright crude. He can smell the new onslaught on tears before they even fall. "As much as I have enjoyed our game of cat and mouse, I think we both can agree that the cat has just caught the mouse." The whimpering sound she makes unravels him completely, and he slams forward.

He doesn't change at first. It's not the razor sharp sensation of fangs that she feels. Rather, it's the crushing impact of human teeth. At first, the flawless skin of her neck doesn't give against the bluntness of his teeth. It's not until he bares down even harder, going as far as to shake his head side to side like some rabid dog, that he feels the intense warmth bloom across his tongue. Her muffled screams of agony fill the room around them, and Angelus is suddenly lost in it all. He can no longer hold back, and his features shift, blunt teeth elongating into fangs that finally rupture her artery.

Grudgingly, Angelus pulls away from her neck, only realizing when he looks down at it the kind of damage he has done. Blood has cascaded from the wound, staining her white blouse with a brilliant shade of contrasting red. With one arm cradling her head, he brings the other to his own bloody mouth, and drags one of his fangs down the center. A fierce fist of arousal clenches at his abdomen when he shoves his own wounded arm against her mouth. At first, she struggles. Still, it takes only a moment for instinct to take over, and she begins sucking at the wound viciously. Buffy is not quiet as she takes long, wet drags of his blood, and Angelus can only smile at the lewdness of it all. Once he is certain that she has had enough, he pulls his arm away, and watches her nearly choke on all the blood she has taken.

Finally, her movement ceases all together. Those brilliant eyes that have always captivated him go still, then stare at the ceiling.

If this is a play, then her last, keening breath is the dénouement.

haven't seen the sun for weeks

2009-04-23T20:55:08Z

how to save a life

2009-04-09T00:00:34Z

a little less sixteen candles

2009-04-08T04:27:48Z

BUFFY: "I think I got his attention."
THE JUDGE: "You're a fool. No weapon forged can stop me."
BUFFY: "That was then. This is now."

( Um, can anyone say "bad ass?" Buffy just had her world stolen from her, and she's still able to get up there and kick ass. Ladies and gentlemen, meet Buffy Fucking Summers. )

ANGELUS: "You can't do it. You can't kill me."
BUFFY: "Give me time."

( If this scene doesn't just tear your heart in two, you probably have no soul. Buffy's standing there, staring the monster that wears her lover's face eye-to-eye, and you know she's absolutely broken. The ending shot of her walking away with the water pouring on her is just so touching, and gut-wrenching. )

GILES: "It's not over. I-I-I suppose you know that. He'll come after you, particularly. His profile, uh, well, he... he's likely to strike out at the things that made him the most human."
BUFFY: "You must be so disappointed in me."
GILES: "No. No, no, I'm not."
BUFFY: "But this is all my fault."
GILES: "No. I don't believe it is. Do you want me to wag my finger at you and tell you that you acted rashly? You did. A-and I can. I know that you loved him. And... he... has proven more than once that he loved you. You couldn't have known what would happen. The coming months a-are gonna, are gonna be hard... I, I suspect on all of us, but... if it's guilt you're looking for, Buffy, I'm, I'm not your man. All you will get from me is, is my support. And my respect."

( This is probably the first scene where we see just how much Giles loves Buffy. He's willing to stand by her no matter what she did, not because he's her watcher, but because he loves her. We all knew this before this scene, but I think this is really the first time that they have a moment so profound. )

BUFFY: "But you didn't say anything. You just left."
ANGELUS: "Yeah. Like I really wanted to stick around after that."
BUFFY: "What?"
ANGELUS: "You got a lot to learn about men, kiddo. Although I guess you proved that last night."
BUFFY: "What are you saying?"
ANGELUS: "Let's not make an issue out of it, okay? In fact, let's not talk about it at all. It happened."
BUFFY: "I, I don't understand. Was it m-me? Was I not good?"
ANGELUS: "You were great. Really. I thought you were a pro."
BUFFY: "How can you say this to me?">
ANGELUS: "Lighten up. It was a good time. It doesn't mean like we have to make a big deal."
BUFFY: "It is a big deal!"
ANGELUS: "It's what? Bells ringing, fireworks, a dulcet choir of pretty little birdies? Come on, Buffy. It's not like I've never been there before."
BUFFY: "Don't touch me."
ANGELUS: "I should've known you wouldn't be able to handle it."
BUFFY: "Angel! I love you."
ANGELUS: "Love you, too. I'll call you."

( Don't get me wrong, I love Angelus. But the entire time I watch this scene, I'm always filled with a kind of hate for him that is hardly ever rivaled. Buffy gave up her virginity to Angel, they had a perfect night together, and because of it, Angelus emerges and destroys her life. I always feel nauseous watching this scene, because the pain is just written all over her face. Her entire world gets turned upside down and you watch every second of it. )

( I've done so many picspams with this scene in it. To me, it will always be one of the most heart wrenching scenes around. I'm not sure which is more so, even: when she looks at the cross and ring, and just breaks down, or when she dreams about her and Angel making love. The way she just sobs with abandon, curled into the fetal position -- it breaks my heart. Sarah Michelle Gellar, like so many other episodes, nailed this one on the head. She definitely has my sympathy. )

JOYCE: "Did I miss anything?"
BUFFY: "Um, just some running around and singing."
JOYCE: "I'm sorry I didn't have time to make you a real cake."
BUFFY: "No. This is good."
JOYCE: "But we're still going shopping on Saturday. So what'd you do for your birthday? Did you have fun?"
BUFFY: "I got older."
JOYCE: "You look the same to me. Happy Birthday. I don't have to sing, do I?"
BUFFY: "No."
JOYCE: "Well, go on, make a wish."
BUFFY: "I'll just let it burn."

( On a rare occasion, I'll be able to keep myself from just sobbing through the entire episode. But EVERY time this comes on, I break down. This is just such a defining scene for Buffy. It's a turning point for her character. It's her seventeenth birthday, she should be happy. But everything went wrong. That last line, paired with Buffy curling up against her mother and them sitting in silence just breaks my heart. It doesn't help that in the background, on the movie they're watching, you hear the actress singing "goodnight, my love, my moment with you now is ending." This entire episode is just heartbreakingly gorgeous, so it's ironic that such a simple scene can make such a huge impact. )

knuckles grip the wheel

2009-04-07T13:03:52Z

we'll make such fools of ourselves

2009-02-19T22:38:13Z

didn't you tell me you'd protect me, didn't you?

2009-01-27T19:53:14Z

definitely not work safe

they can take these eyes, i'd rather be blind

2009-01-27T04:24:43Z

definitely not work safe.

crowdsurf off a cliff

2009-01-25T05:12:08Z

honorable mentions
blair waldorf; gossip girl // brooke davis; one tree hill // darla; angel // dean; supernatural // sam; supernatural // dr. jack hodgins; bones // angela montenegro; bones // sylar; heroes // serena vanderwoodsen; gossip girl

05. cordelia chase
"Back off! Polygrip. You think you’re bad? All mean and haunty? Picking on poor pathetic Cordy? Well, get ready to haul your wrinkly translucent ass out of this place, because lady, the bitch is back."

"You wanna know how I am? Tired mostly - with sweaty running a close second. I'm also jazzed. Can't wait to get our business up and sputtering again - ready to help those helpless. - But, just so we understand each other - you and I? We're not friends."

"Uh, no. That's for you to figure out, bubba. I can tell you who you were. A guy who always fought his hardest for what was right, even when he couldn't remember why. Even when he was miserable, which was, let's face it, a not small portion of the time. He did right. And that gave him something. A light, a glimmer."

04. dr. temperance brennan
"I'm not cynical. It's a necessary part of the psychology of warfare - heroes and villains. Without clear distinctions like that, we'd never be able to fight."

Seeley Booth: "Reason for wanting a gun?"
Brennan: "To shoot people."

"Kelly, you're 15 years old. This is not your fault. The weight of the world is not on your shoulders. And we can't let you pay for what Alex did."

03. seeley booth
"Here we are, all of us, basically alone, separate creatures, just circling each other, all searching for that slightest hint of a real connection. Some look in the wrong places, some they just give up hope because in their mind they're thinking "Oh there's nobody out there for me," but all of us, we keep trying over and over again. Why? Because every once in a while... every once in a while, two people meet and there's that spark, and yes, Bones, he's handsome and she's beautiful and maybe that's all they see at first, but making love... making love... that's when two people become one."

Booth: "There was this girl, Karen Isley, and we were under the bleachers one night... personally."
Brennan: "I got it. You were having sex in the dirt under the bleachers."
Booth: "Excuse me, I'm a gentleman! I brought my sleeping bag."

"I never said anything about FBI. She's my partner, and if anything happens to her I will find you and I will kill you. I won't think twice. Look at my eyes, look at my face... if anything happens to her, I will kill you. This is between you and me, nobody sees, nobody knows. You've got nothing to prove. You understand?"

02. angel
"Well, I guess I kinda worked it out. If there's no great glorious end to all this, if nothing we do matters... , then all that matters is what we do. 'Cause that's all there is. What we do. Now. Today. I fought for so long, for redemption, for a reward, and finally just to beat the other guy, but I never got it."

"There are three things I don't do: tan, date, and sing in public. "

Polo: "So, you got a little demon in you?"
Angel: "I got a lot of demon in me."

01. buffy summers
"I hate this. I hate being here. I hate that you have to be here. I hate that there's evil and that I was chosen to fight it. I wish a whole lot of the time that I hadn't been. I know a lot of you wish I hadn't been, either. This isn't about wishes. This is about choices. I believe we can beat this evil. Not when it comes. Not when its army is ready. Now. Tomorrow morning, I'm opening the seal. I'm going down into the Hellmouth and I am finishing this once and for all. Right now, you're asking yourself what makes this different. What makes us anything more than a bunch of girls being picked off one by one? It's true. None of you have the power that Faith and I do. So here's the part where you make a choice. What if you could have that power, now? In every generation, one Slayer is born, because a bunch of men who died thousands of years ago made up that rule. They were powerful men. This woman is more powerful than all of them combined. So I say we change the rule. I say my power, should be *our* power. Tomorrow, Willow will use the essence of this scythe to change our destiny. From now on, every girl in the world who might be a Slayer, will be a Slayer. Every girl who could have the power, will have the power. Can stand up, will stand up. Slayers, every one of us. Make your choice. Are you ready to be strong?"

"Back off, Pink Ranger."

Vampire: "What's that smell? Geez, Slayer, is that you?"
Buffy: "I've been working!"
Vampire: "Where? In a slaughter house?"
Buffy: "Doublemeat Palace."
Vampire: "Ooh. You know what? Let's just call it a night. If it's all the same to you, and you've been eatin' that stuff, I'm not so sure I wanna bite you."
Buffy: "You're dead. You smell like it. How do you get to say I'm the one who's stinky?"

i'll be counting waves

2009-01-08T07:48:42Z

fanboys are the cutest

2008-12-16T00:30:52Z

[+] this is a christmas present for my dear friend ryan. he's leaving for england until new years, so i thought i'd go ahead and post his present. it's a picspam of natalie portman, since he's her biggest fanboy ever.

she's a brick house

2008-12-04T21:14:18Z

"forever. that's the whole point."

to fix the twist in you

2008-12-01T21:57:59Z

title. no romeo and juliet
fandom. buffy the vampire slayer / angel
rating. pg-13
summary. She was here. And that caused a bone-deep ache that she wasn't even sure would ever go away. As a matter of fact, she was nearly positive it wouldn't. // since we never got to see the aftermath of willow telling angel about buffy's death, i decided to do it myself.
disclaimer. i don't own anything, unfortunately.
note(s). i wrote this for the "i will remember you' ficathon that takes place once a year. every day in november, someone is assigned a date to post. this is the fic that came from it.
dedication. although it's past, i wrote this for crystal's ( starryseed ) birthday.

for never was there a story of such woe

i was hard to see

2008-11-01T16:06:44Z

+ this is for my friends on here that i can't live without. you know who you are.

what sweetness is left in life, if you take away friendship? Robbing life of friendship is like robbing the world of the sun. - marcus cicero

01. don't leave home - dido ♪
if you’re cold, i’ll keep you warm. and if you’re lost, just hold on.
'cause i will be your safety, oh don’t leave home.

02. the scientist - coldplay ♪
come up to meet you, tell you i'm sorry. you don't know how lovely you are.
i had to find you, tell you i need you. tell you i set you apart.

03. bring on the wonder - susan enan ♪
i fell through the cracks at the end of our street. let's go to the beach,
get the sand through our feet. bring on the wonder, bring on the song.
i pushed you down deep in my soul for too long.

04. city - sara bareilles ♪
here in these deep city lights, a girl could get lost tonight.
i'm finding every reason to be gone, nothing here to hold on to.
could i hold you?

05. adia - sarah mcclaughlan ♪
adia, i thought we could make it, but i know i can't change the way you feel.
i leave you with your misery, a friend who won't betray.
i pull you from your tower, i take away your pain.

06. all fall down - onerepublic ♪
if ever your world starts crashing down, whenever your world
starts crashing down, whenever your world starts crashing down.
that's where you'll find me.

07. for good - idina menzel & kristin chenoweth ♪
who can say if i've been changed for the better?
but because i knew you, i've been changed for good.

08. you picked me - a fine frenzy ♪
like an apple on a tree, hiding out behind the leaves,
i was difficult to reach but you picked me. like a shell upon a beach,
just another pretty piece; i was difficult to see but you picked me.

09. wrapped in your arms - fireflight ♪
i'm here to stay. nothing can separate us. and i know, i'm ok.
you cradle me gently. wrapped in your arms, i'm home.

11. mary jane - alanis morisette ♪
what's the matter mary jane, you had a hard day?
as you place the don't disturb sign on the door. you lost your
place in line again, what a pity. you never seem to want to dance anymore.
please be honest mary jane. are you happy? please don't censor your tears.

in your keeping

2008-10-27T01:55:22Z

type; ficmix
fandom; buffy the vampire slayer / angel
title; sleeping with ghosts
characters; angel, buffy
pairing; buffy/angel
rating; PG-13
disclaimer; i own nothing. unfortunately. :[
summary; "The way he turned from her said good-bye, but the way he looked at her just before said forever."
notes; this was done for my good friend, ryan, but i hope everyone enjoys it! comments are like crack! also, i will upload the songs a little bit later. :D

flames, vast
you are the only thing that makes me want to live at all.
when i am with you, there's no reason to pretend.
when i am with you i feel flames again.

He’d been around a long time. Too long, in his own opinion. But in all those years - years that drug on until he was sure he’d lose whatever shred of sanity he clung to - Angel had never seen anyone like her. There was nothing ordinary about this girl. And she was just a girl, as Angel reminded himself all too often. She was all of sixteen, but God .. she was beautiful. Beautiful and fiesty and so damned stubborn, and he loved everything about her. If he were to be completely honest with himself, he had fallen irrevocably in love with Buffy Summers the day he’d pulled up in that piece-of-shit car, and she was standing in front of her high school, radiating innocence and golden light. Even from the car, he’d felt the strongest desire to run to her and merely brush his fingertips across her waist-length, corn-silk strands. He wouldn’t have even cared if the sun turned him to ash. After all, he’d known from the beginning that it would either be the sun that would burn him up, or it would be the petite blonde that held the cherry sucker between her too-perfect lips. Even now, two years later, he wasn’t sure that still wasn’t the case. The only catch? He wanted for her to burn him up, for her to cast her bright light on him and let him bathe in it. For centuries, all Angel had felt was the chilling numbness of the cold. And now? He was ready for the fire. At night, long after he and Buffy had patrolled and he’d walked her to her house, he often times found himself lying in bed, thinking about her. No, not often. All the time. There was nothing about Buffy he didn’t think about, right down to the precious turn of her nose, or the way she’d go off on her rants about school. And then there were the other things he’d think about. The things that would make sleep impossible - the things that he would curse himself for and remind himself that she was just a child.

It did no good, because the thoughts never went away.

He didn't want to think about the kinds of things that he did; things that would make even Angelus proud. ( He knew this, because the demon was always just under the surface, and it always had a comment waiting. ) Angel wanted to press himself against her until he felt her precious, hot breath see-saw against his lips. He knew there would be nothing more beautiful than the way her lips would tremble and her brows would crease when she came. It was always then that Angel would try to force his thoughts away to something else, something that didn't make him ache.

stupid, sarah mcclaughlan
how stupid could i be? a simpleton could see
that you're no good for me, but you're the only one i see.

He wasn't like the other boys. Buffy couldn't help but scoff at her own thought. Of course he wasn't like the other boys. For one, he wasn't a boy at all. Angel wasn't even human, as Xander just loved to remind her every chance he got. Even with the reminders, there were times that Buffy forgot that the strong, beautiful - so beautiful - hands that would brush against her own were those of a demon's, that they had taken hundreds upon hundreds of lives. And when she did remember, she dismissed the thought. It hadn't been Angel then. Not her Angel. Not the gorgeous man with the dark, wise eyes and the softly spoken voice that reminded the teenager of the finest velvet. Buffy had dated a lot of boys back at Hemery High, and looking back, she realized now they had all been carbon copies of each other save for the faces. They'd all been looking for a trophy girlfriend and when they had kissed her, their lips had been clumsy and wet, their hands all looking to go questionable places only to be smacked away. But Angel - God, Angel - when he kissed her, there was nothing clumsy about the way he would trace the dip of her lips with his tongue, or how his hands would settle on the definition of lower back. And sometimes when he was bold, Buffy could feel the chilled brush of perfect fingertips beneath the hem of her shirt. It was then that she was reminded just how pathetic she was, because she would shudder and gasp. If he ever noticed the blush that traveled across the apples of her cheeks to the bridge of her nose, he was always too much of a gentleman to say anything. Gentleman. That seemed to be a good term to describe Angel. Everything about him was gentle when it came to how he treated her, right down to the way he would walk her home after patrol, even if he knew she could take down anything that got in her way. Buffy would always insist that he didn't have to make the journey to her house with her, even if she silently prayed he would see past her feeble words. He always did, and would then interlock his cool fingers with her own before insisting that he would walk with her.

When he would leave her room via the window, it never took Buffy long to crawl into bed and when she would eventually arch into her own fingers, teeth biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying out, it was always his face, such a tragically beautiful one at that, that would bring her over the edge.

prodigal, onerepublic
we say good-bye, i turn my back. run away, run away.
so predictable, so predictable. not far from here
you see me crack. like a bone, like a bone i'm so breakable.

The rolling clouds of smoke burned his eyes, and if he'd actually breathed, it would have scorched long-dead lungs. God, his bones ached, but not nearly as bad as his heart. Graduation night had been one that Angel had dreaded for weeks, ever since he'd realized what he had to do. Over the years, the vampire had gone through hardship after hardship, but there had never been anything as painful as telling Buffy Summers that he was leaving. Angel knew that tonight would be even harder. Still as a statue, not even a single muscle twitched as he looked out across the billowing, shifting clouds of dark smoke. He didn't pay any attention to the bustling firemen and the strobing colors of white and red. No, attention was focused on the young woman who held his dead heart in her hand. Giles was handing her the (slightly charred) diploma, both Watcher and Slayer bruised and weary, but both alive. For that, he was grateful. If Buffy had died that night, Angel would have died right there with her whether he walked away or not. Thankfully, that was not the case, and there she was. And oh, God -- she was looking at him. A moment passed between them, the space between Slayer and vampire enough to make him want to weep. He didn't. Instead, he stood there, still statuesque. It took more strength than he ever would have thought he had to stand still, to not run to her and press open-mouthed kisses against her frowning lips. But he stood still. And so did she. Recognition took control of Buffy's beautiful features, green eyes went damp and her lips parted like she might mouthe something, before they closed again. He couldn' go to her, because he knew that if he held her one more time, breathed in the unmistakable aroma of vanilla and soap, then there would be no way in hell Angel would leave.

The way he turned from her said good-bye, but the way he looked at her just before said forever.

set the fire to the third bar, snow patrol
i hang my coat up in the first bar. there is no peace that
i find so far. their laughter penetrates my silence, as
druken men find flaws in science. their words mostly noises, ghosts
with just voices. your voice in my memory is like music to me.

Three years. Three years had passed since Buffy had watched Angel turn and walk away. Sure, they'd seen each other a few times since then. But it had never been visits Buffy had wanted to think about. Which had been the best? The time that she'd stormed to Los Angeles in hopes of beating Faith to a pulp? Or when he'd come after her mother's death? Maybe it was the time he'd called in hopes of seeing her after she'd been resurrected. That meeting had been a real doosey, full of tension and unspoken words. The air had been rife with shared desires. The desire to just touch, to speak. Instead, they'd settled on "How are you?" and other trite pleasantries. Three years had went by since he'd left her, and it had been five months since Buffy had been sleeping with Spike. Sleeping with. That alone was nearly enough to induce maniacal laughter. Or maybe sobs. Hell, she'd done both. After all, there's only so much you can do when you lose yourself entirely, or when you end up hating everything about yourself. And she did. Every night when she'd stumble out of his crypt, her body covered in bruises and bites alike, she wanted to beat herself until her marks covered the ones he'd made. Too clearly, Buffy could remember the first night Spike had pulled out the handcuffs, face a mask of arrogance and lust. She didn't know which disgusted her more; Spike wanting to use them, or Buffy letting him use them on her.

"Buffy, you've got a phone call." Thankful for the interruption, Buffy looked up from the magazine she was only pretending to read and focused her attention towards her younger sister. "Thanks, Dawn." Slender digits cradle the phone to her ear, voice dull as she uttered the usual "Hello?" When the other voice spoke, she froze, mouth open and eyes wide. "Angel -- is everything ... no, I'm not doing anything." A beat. "You want to meet?" In all honesty, she wasn't sure if she believed that what she was hearing was real, or just another one of her elaborate dreams. Eventually, she decided it wasn't a dream. Because if it was a dream, the bruise that covered a great deal of her back - caused by none other than a certain bleached blonde vampire - wouldn't have been aching so badly. "Yeah, because it went so well the last time."

Surely, even Angel knew she could never actually say no. Not to him. Never to him.

headlights, the classic crime
i wrote this note about someone i used to know,
so i'd remember how life can be so short when you're left alone
to wonder how it is someone opens and shuts the door.
i know you're cold, but come home. it's a shame how short
we all have come.

It had been a mistake. Angel shouldn't have called her at all. Their last meeting hadn't exactly been one to brag about. And yet, he hadn't been able to help himself. Now he was waiting in the old Pinecrest park. The derelict playground had once been full of children, all squealing with delight and clutching their parents' hands as they led them through the vast expanse of park. Now the only sound came from the groan of the metal links that held the swing he sat on. Dark, anguished eyes turned towards the heavens to see the full, round moon. It cast plenty of pale light over the skeletal structures and the long-dead grass. A sigh worked its way up from his chest. Buffy was late. Honestly, he wasn't surprised. She'd never been one to be extraordinarily prompt. Thankfully, before he had the chance to get truly agitated, the tell-tale sound of leaves and twigs giving under someone else's weight signaled the blonde's arrival. Without saying a word, she settled on the swing that was next to his own. Angel didn't want to look at her, because if he did, he'd never want to look away.

He looked anyway.

All of his figurative breath was taken away all at once, leaving him with a drowning feeling. She was beautiful, just as he knew she would be. No amount of time or battles could subtract from the beauty that radiated from her every pore. But God, she looked tired. No, she looked exhausted. Exhausted and drawn and hurt. She tried to hide it with the gentle uprise of the corner of her lips, but Angel knew her well enough to see past the expression. The dark circles beneath her verdant eyes spoke of nights filled with restlessness. The last time he'd seen her, she'd been sad. She'd been tired. But not like this. He couldn't help but notice that her once long, wavy wealth of corn-silk strands had been cut well above her shoulders. It looked good, but he preferred her hair long. What he noticed even more than her appearance was the unmistakable stench of him.

"You cut your hair."

When Buffy turned her eyes to meet his, what was there surprised him more than if she would have jumped up and hit him in the mouth. There were tears there. Angel wanted more than anything to take away the pain that she was feeling, to offer her just a moment's worth of grace and peace. To see Buffy unhappy was worse than taking a stake to the heart. He'd seen her unhappy, but never like this. The usually strong woman beside him looked fragile and broken. If Spike had anything to do with that, Angel would kill him. Just as much as Angel wanted to wrap his arms around Buffy, he wanted to shake her until she gained some sense. How could she let Spike touch her, how could -- oh, God .. Buffy was crying.

Angel wanted to weep with her.

in your keeping, jann arden
you have always been my friend and i can
see your beauty shining. i will love you till the end.
long will i remain in your keeping.

A thirty-fifth birthday was never something Buffy had ever imagined. Slayers weren't known to live past their eighteenth birthday. Then again, most Slayers didn't have a circle of friends and a watcher and a family. Those same people crowded around the dining-room table, a plethora of voices rising and falling to the usual 'Happy Birthday' verses she'd heard thirty-five times before. Of course, Xander made sure to sing that she looked like a monkey and smelled like one too and Buffy shot him the sternest look over the flickering numbers of candles on her cake. ( She'd begged them not to put thirty-five on there, but they didn't listen. ) Over the voices, she heard Willow tell her to blow the candles out and make a wish. She did, and just like the past fourteen birthdays, it would come true later that night.

After everyone filed out of her house, all leaving hugs and words of love behind, Buffy began cleaning up. The presents were left on the table for the time being. That is, all but the red silk, knee-length dress that Willow gave her. In an hour's time, Buffy had pulled her long hair back into an elegant chiffon and had set out two glasses alongside a glass of champagne on the small end table by the couch. Before she even had the chance to sit down, a familiar voice sounded behind her.

"Blanc de Noirs? You know that's one of the most expensive champagnes here in Italy, right? Should I even ask how you managed to get your hands on that?"

His voice was deep and just like she remembered and Buffy couldn't help the thrill that started at the base of her spine. "I have my ways." She didn't have to turn around, because in a moment's time, two strong arms wrapped around her. When she noticed the small, black velvet box in his right hand, she didn't try to hide the smile. She shivered against his broad frame when he pressed his lips against the shell of her ears and wished her a happy birthday. "Let me guess," As Buffy opened the box, green eyes widened at the small cross in the box. Every year he got her a cross, but each year they were more and more ornate. This one was crafted in white gold, a diamond embedded right in the center. "It's gor-" Angel didn't give her the chance to even finish the words of gratitude. In a gentle swipe of talented fingers, Angel had undone her chiffon, letting the blonde waves hit her back. And then he had spun her around, lips capturing her own in a way that said a year apart had been too long.

Every year on her birthday, Angel came to see her.

Maybe that's the reason she kept blowing out her candles.

been a while, staind
it's been awhile since i've seen
the way the candles light your face. it's been awhile
but i can still remember just the way you taste.

The coffee here was terrible. Angel had no idea why Buffy insisted on coming here ever since her thirty-eighth birthday. He didn't argue. The vampire didn't care where he got to see her, just as long as he saw her. After all, they never stayed here long. By the time the evening was through, they usually migrated to her home. Other times, they didn't make it even that far. Pale fingers tapped out a tune he'd heard just the other day against the diner's table cloth, dark eyes sweeping the patrons of the room. Every year on Buffy's birthday, they'd meet here at midnight. By that time, most of the other people had cleared out. Tonight, there was a young couple across the room laughing quietly about a movie they'd seen a few hours earlier. He could follow each word easily enough, his Italian fluent and hearing enhanced.

"Sorry I'm late,"

And there she was. The reason he flew across the world once a year. Attention shifted to the petite blonde. She walked with a noticeable limp, courtesy of a shattered hip that she'd endured in a particularly nasty fight two years ago. Even two years later, her limp was there despite how hard she tried to hide it. Buffy might have been a Slayer, but she wasn't invincible. And an entirely shattered hip was something not easy to recover from, no matter how many extra powers one was gifted with. Once Buffy slid into the booth across from him, it was easy to forget about the limp. The smile she greeted him with was enough to make him forget about everything. The years had been kind to Buffy. At forty-six, she could have easily passed for forty or maybe even younger. The only signs of aging came from the tiny creases around her eyes and the spattering of gray hairs throughout the mass of blonde. The laugh lines around her still perfect lips didn't seem to age her at all. Instead, they added liveliness. At least he knew she'd been laughing.

That was enough for Angel.

He listened as Buffy spoke of Dawn's new job and fiance, and how she was going to go shopping for the dresses tomorrow. He heard every word, but even more than that, he paid attention to the smiles. God, she was radiant. He had been right all those years ago to assume that not even time could lessen this woman's beauty. When she made a joke about looking like his elder, he only scoffed and let his fingertips rest against her knuckles. "Why, you don't look a day over twenty, Miss. Summers." When he smiled, the expression was honest and managed to touch his eyes. In turn, Buffy laughed and squeezed his hand. Had his heart beat at all, it would have skipped. "Besides, I think the grays add a little something." The tone of his voice let on that he was joking, and Buffy gave him a faux shocked look before reaching up to run her fingers through her hair and declaring she didn't have a single gray hair.

"I'm not hungry after all, Angel. What do you say we -"

Angel didn't need any further encouragement than that, and he was asking the waitress for the ticket.

my december, linkin park
this is my december. this is my snow covered home.
this is my december. this is me alone and i just
wish that i didn't feel like there was
something i missed.

It would have been Buffy's fiftieth birthday today. Angel didn't expect her to come, because he'd gone to her funeral just three days ago.

And yet there he sat in their usual booth, half-sipping the bitter taste of familiar coffee.

unable to inhale all the riches

2008-10-16T19:05:00Z

+ so, i got bored today, and decided to do a sarah michelle gellar picspam. and really, who doesn't love to just find pictures of smg on their friends lists? :D

awww! look at how cute she is! :D you KNOW she has to look
back on these pictures and just think "omg. what did i do?"

i just love this picture. then again, if i were to be
honest, i love every picture of her.

reason to love sarah # 1,452: such shiny hair! :O

guh. just look at that smile. - dies -

i think this is my all time favorite photoshoot of sarah
ever. she just looks like she's having so much fun!

sarah's one of the few celebrities who, in my opinion,
can pull off both the brunette look and the blonde look
really well. then again, i might be a little biased.

fndfkwnwfwisoa! when these photos came out, i was
probably the happiest fangirl ever.

sarah just always has this way of being effortlessly
classy and beautiful. even on the cadid shots, when she's
just out grocery shopping, she's still classy. rock on, smg.

when it comes to premiere photos, this one easily takes
the cake as being my favorite. she just looks so vibrant!