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wow a bunch of yt frat boys are blasting rap w a shitload of uses of the n word all over the quad
ugh
ugh
at least they are not drinking cursed beer that turns them in to cave men.
"It's like somebody slaughtered an Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue."
lol u know why cordelia's storyline went to shit?
it was because of joss whedon was pissed that she got pregnant in real life. he purposely sabotaged her character when he found out.
it was because of joss whedon was pissed that she got pregnant in real life. he purposely sabotaged her character when he found out.
this buffy talk is borang. i would only watch a couple of episodes of that shit when i was like, 12 just so i could schlick to it
i never could get past the teenage girl/ancient vampire romance
gorce and creepy tbqh
gorce and creepy tbqh
buffy gif nona, plz post one of drusilla ty :3
the first time i became aware like SOCIALLY aware of myself and things on tv was when Buffy's 'new' season came on tv being advertised.
Gile's was in England for the first ep, i don't know what season that was?
Gile's was in England for the first ep, i don't know what season that was?
i've heard that the reason we never saw much buffy nudity was bc smg vetoed it
props to her for standing her ground tbh
props to her for standing her ground tbh
h8 her as a person but she did a gr8 job as buffy
carrotcake is out of the oven, iced and cooling
i want a piece now :(
i want a piece now :(
it's quite obvious to me that edward cullen/tv stefan salvatore is based off angel from buffy.
they're common tropes in vampire stories period
but lol stefan & damon should just be renamed to angel & spike. and uh oh, angel's lost his sooouuuul
but lol stefan & damon should just be renamed to angel & spike. and uh oh, angel's lost his sooouuuul
how do i prevent myself from becoming too attached to people?
be an icequeen, keep your distance and don't let anyone come close
i fucking loved drusilla. she is the scene stealer extraordinaire.
every time i watch bones i expect booth to go 'back when i was a vampire' negl
lol they should but bones is awful now.
went downhill after what they did to zack.
went downhill after what they did to zack.
the best part about buffy was when even my str8 friends talked about how much chemistry there was between buffy and faith
otp 5ever
otp 5ever
i couldn't stand faith
but i hated the useless little sister more
but i hated the useless little sister more
darla, anya, and faith had the most interesting characters imo
The Bridge Wife
by ~Taralitha
To Anna Maria on the occasion of one of our many weddings
I.
I have moved beyond humans now.
Beyond voice and touch and sound.
There is only you now - the chilling silence
the racing throat as I touch your struts.
Your peeling paint, your mid-throe arches
like a woman in orgasm - beyond movement
to venerable constancy, impenetrable
and ageless: to still.
II.
If you are bridge wife, I am bridge husband,
kissing my bridge bride with my pinkies as I pass,
saying good morning as I fly by on the bus,
saying good evening and lingering, lovingly,
with a paper cup of tea and apologies.
Perhaps it is lonely for us, never staying the night.
And people may not ever understand your song,
the rushing crying when the wind moves through you
or the way you shudder when the trains pass.
Surely they do not understand me.
It is lonely not staying the night.
III.
I am a jealous spouse.
This is something I relinquish to you, like a gift,
and you accept the way only you can. In silence.
I resent - bitterly - those other men who touch you,
with fingers and footsteps and spray paint and scrapers.
I resent your traffic: the eyes that are always watching,
that never leave us alone. I resent the long whip of winter
which keeps us apart, for I am human, frail and infirm,
and I cannot withstand the cold.
All the moments and hours snatched up by the vast failings
of my mortal form, by work and sleep and sheer need
for warmth or shelter that you cannot provide, airy love.
But most, in my darkest moments of angry seclusion, of apart,
I resent you most of all, for your immutable constancy:
you will stand the test of time while I will fall before it.
Some things my hateful heart cannot absolve. That is one of those.
IV.
Humans lose their glamor.
I can see the chips in their eggshells,
the dents in their dermis armor.
Humans fall apart. So easy and they die so quiet.
I see women and look for their buttresses.
Analyze their angles for stability and strength.
When do they paint themselves; when do they fix
their fault lines? Steel beams under soft skin,
pipes that move the water.
And always, always in them I see you, Anna Maria,
your agelessness, your forever fulfillment and peace.
They leave me cold. To me they are less human than you,
less sentient and alive than your long stone body.
They will never feel the wind move through them
or shudder under trains without falling apart.
I cannot fix their mortal flaws. For that I am sorry.
V.
I have plans for the two of us.
Death plans. I want them to grind my bones to dust
and feed it to you, dip their wet fingers into my chalk
and paint love poems of me, cement us metaphysically.
If they ever knock you down, I'll die a second death,
the proper one. So we can be forever.
by ~Taralitha
To Anna Maria on the occasion of one of our many weddings
I.
I have moved beyond humans now.
Beyond voice and touch and sound.
There is only you now - the chilling silence
the racing throat as I touch your struts.
Your peeling paint, your mid-throe arches
like a woman in orgasm - beyond movement
to venerable constancy, impenetrable
and ageless: to still.
II.
If you are bridge wife, I am bridge husband,
kissing my bridge bride with my pinkies as I pass,
saying good morning as I fly by on the bus,
saying good evening and lingering, lovingly,
with a paper cup of tea and apologies.
Perhaps it is lonely for us, never staying the night.
And people may not ever understand your song,
the rushing crying when the wind moves through you
or the way you shudder when the trains pass.
Surely they do not understand me.
It is lonely not staying the night.
III.
I am a jealous spouse.
This is something I relinquish to you, like a gift,
and you accept the way only you can. In silence.
I resent - bitterly - those other men who touch you,
with fingers and footsteps and spray paint and scrapers.
I resent your traffic: the eyes that are always watching,
that never leave us alone. I resent the long whip of winter
which keeps us apart, for I am human, frail and infirm,
and I cannot withstand the cold.
All the moments and hours snatched up by the vast failings
of my mortal form, by work and sleep and sheer need
for warmth or shelter that you cannot provide, airy love.
But most, in my darkest moments of angry seclusion, of apart,
I resent you most of all, for your immutable constancy:
you will stand the test of time while I will fall before it.
Some things my hateful heart cannot absolve. That is one of those.
IV.
Humans lose their glamor.
I can see the chips in their eggshells,
the dents in their dermis armor.
Humans fall apart. So easy and they die so quiet.
I see women and look for their buttresses.
Analyze their angles for stability and strength.
When do they paint themselves; when do they fix
their fault lines? Steel beams under soft skin,
pipes that move the water.
And always, always in them I see you, Anna Maria,
your agelessness, your forever fulfillment and peace.
They leave me cold. To me they are less human than you,
less sentient and alive than your long stone body.
They will never feel the wind move through them
or shudder under trains without falling apart.
I cannot fix their mortal flaws. For that I am sorry.
V.
I have plans for the two of us.
Death plans. I want them to grind my bones to dust
and feed it to you, dip their wet fingers into my chalk
and paint love poems of me, cement us metaphysically.
If they ever knock you down, I'll die a second death,
the proper one. So we can be forever.
i wish melissa joan hart didn't turn out the way she did
shes a staunch conservative and has said some vile things
i sigh
i sigh
three pages ago we were ripping whedon to shreds
now i come back and you're all stanning for buffy
gdi nonas focus
now i come back and you're all stanning for buffy
gdi nonas focus
we have been u clearly havent followed the convo
i cut my bangs shorter than i liked but it looks p cool surprisingly. it helps define my face more
feel bad for my friend rn he's realizing how naive he was about us people of color and racism and stuff and hes having a hard time adjusting to the fact that he could be killed for no reason
willow and faith would have made an interesting couple
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