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[evilpulledteethtwo]

HAVE YOU SEEN ME? (self portrait) (2023-2024)

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, November 8th

Buffy: There is only one thing on this Earth more powerful than evil, and that's us.

~~Showtime~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Buzzkill by veronyxk84 (Spike, Dawn, PG-13)

Tonight and the Rest of My Life by anr (Angel/Cordelia, T)

Bewitched Bimbos by TiffyB (Buffy/Willow/Xander, Explicit)

Burn by buffytargaryen (Buffy/Angel, G)

A New Dawn by Sasusc (Buffy/Angel, Dawn, Joyce, G)

Escape to Capri by melodys_muse (Buffy/Angel, G)

will we find this light by bonniesfire (Buffy/Angel, T)

Wherever You Go by a2zmom (Buffy/Angel, Lorne, Dawn, Faith, G)

Haikus: Inca Mummy Girl, Reptile Boy, Halloween by Senorpuddin (Scoobies, worksafe)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Shadowed Suspicion Omake 12 by madimpossibledreamer (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure fusion, Teen)

Dreams of Home - Chapter 1-4 (COMPLETE!) by Liana_Medea (Buffy/Angel, G)

The Watcher, Ch. 34 by In Mortal (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Great Escape from Oz, Ch. 7 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Science of Being Yours, Ch. 7 by Maxine Eden, ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Bad Penny, Ch. 1 by OffYourBird (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

With Sprinkles, Ch. 43 by dogbertcarroll (anime crossover, Xander, FR15)

[Images, Audio & Video]

Drawings: xander is the #1 willow simp by hamspamandjamsandwich (Willow/Xander, worksafe)

Vid: Caronte by mycatismyfriend (Angel/Wesley)

Gifset: Between Good and Goodbye by peeta-mellark (Buffy/Angel, worksafe)

moodboard: fred x wesley by courtillyy (worksafe)

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Walkthrough Part 4 (XBOX) by ★WishingTikal★ ()

A Tribute to Buffy the Vampire Slayer (TV Show). A Tribute Fan song. by EpicTributeTunes ()

Vid: Always an angel, Never a god by Lov3ly Day (Buffy, ensemble)

Manip: Rip Tony Todd aka Candyman (Tony Todd, worksafe)

[Reviews & Recaps]

Mothman's Buffy rewatch: Season 4, episodes 9, 10, and 11, "Something Blue", "Hush", and "Doomed" by mothmans-wedding-photographer

Buffy The Vampire Slayer Series Retrospective (Review/Recap) by JB's Spooky Review

[Boom] Buffy the Vampire Slayer #1. | 60 second comic Book Review by WithoutaPanel-t8x

Which single-episode bad guy creeped you out the most? by MountainFig7244

The Cinematography by Outside-Cabinet1398

Best episodes to watch on an edible? hosted by RafRide

[Recs & In Search Of]

alas-poor-cesario is looking for an old Giles/Xander fic where Spike was used as a cooling mat

Buffy podcast recs by CraftyDependent5283 and others

YouTube channel Episodic Analysis recced by wolfotwindsor

[Community Announcements]

Revamped I Will Remember You Marathon — week one masterpost (Buffy/Angel fan fiction)

[Fandom Discussions]

Images: wedding cake toppers... that would fit Spuffy better than the one Buffy picked out by aphony-cree

stray thought but why didn’t they just let giles die in spiral? by camellcat

respectfully disagree that faith and spike would be kismeses by lesbianmarrow

What I want to know is how Angel and Spike got to the point of arguing about cavemen vs astronauts by thequeenofsastiel

Spangel captivates me so much more, and I’m not sure why by thequeenofsastiel

Re: “Chloe was an idiot. She was weak.” by theredpharaoah

I think the Slayer Activation Spell is kind of lore-breaking and doesn’t make sense by theredpharaoah

Another one of my favourite Buffy headcanons (The Dark Age) by duckwnoeyes

strange that Spike is shown to be someone who doesn't spend a lot of time thinking complex thoughts or focusing on any self reflection, while Angel/us is - by thequeenofsastiel, everythingeverythingeverything

The Kendra/Faith dynamic that exists only in my head by finalgirl1984

having some twisted and somewhat possibly perverted thoughts about spangelus by xaeyrnofnbe

Diagram: behold, my buffyverse ship thoughts by xaeyrnofnbe

RIP Tony Todd by burrunjor and others

RIP horror legend Tony Todd (Candyman). He played Vyasa in The Shroud of Rahmon - by InfiniteMehdiLove

Would Anya be a better character if... by debujandobirds

Innocent victim of the day (in Storyteller) by timmorris82

Does anyone know anything about this spell? by KaleidoscopeNo1263

DVDs… to Keep or Not to Keep… by AornisHades

checkpoint lesson [American politics] by ersimon417

Happy birthday to Azura Skye who played an amazing Cassie/The First by PinkPashaTS

Inncoent(?) victim(s) of the day (in The Pack) by timmorris82

[Articles, Interviews, and Other News]

James Marsters Brisbane Supanova Expo 2024 Reports, Pics & Videos via dontkillspike

Todd McIntosh Makeup Secrets from Buffy and Beyond by PopGeeks

Embracing Stillness: Discovering the Power of the Pause. Ft Rob Nagle [who played Robson] by The Aftermath

I ask Amber Benson for her opinion on Taffy (Tara x Buffy) by Matanza Mafia-Fedora

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[actualbird]

you see, i am both simultaneously Out Of Fucks To Give and also Caring Too Much About EverythingEverythingEverything, Oh God Make It Stop. what does this do to a human brain? well, the duration of my life is a fullscale experiment to find out the answer to that very question

[yipyipyehaw]

everythingeverythingeverything EVERYTHING

[Chani] was like a touch of destiny. He felt caught up on a wave, in tune with a motion that lifted all his spirits.

[scarlettcoyote]

blue skies and ... more than enough ... always

[yjiotjprviivwzv]

CAN I INTEREST YOU IN EVERYTHINGEVERYTHINGEVERYTHING ALL OF THE TIME

[katwitchwriting]

WHAT THE FUCK WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THERE WAS A SEASON FOUR!!!!!!!???????????!!??

also mr radcliffe sir……those arms………

ALSO the way i fell in love w him at age nine and never stopped and now he’s on a show where his love interest is an indian woman and it’s geraldine and she’s so fucking amazing and hilarious and gorgeous and everythingeverythingeverything 🥹🥹🥹

miracle workers is for ME actually 😇

MIRACLE WORKERS: END TIMES — 4.03 "The MatriXXX"

[mortalheroseries]

Luis is screaming; tearing at his hair and his clothes and beating his fists into the concrete until blood poured from the split skin. 'I did everything you said I did everything I did everything I did everything everythingeverythingeverything—'

The voice wouldn't stop and even though it was his own he couldn't make it. It didn't listen to him; nothing listened to him anymore. His eyes burned with tears and exhaustion and he clawed at them with bloodied fingers. Coldness seeped into him from the concrete only to be turned into a blazing inferno once it settled beneath his skin. Withdrawals. More withdrawals and shaking and alone.

He was alone.

He was always alone.

Thud. It was him. Thud. His footsteps were slow. Methodical. Thud. Luis could no longer even lift his head from the floor...though he wasn't sure if it was the withdrawals or the monster watching him from the shadows.

Clinkclinkclinkclink...clink...clink...clink. The vial stopped just before his eyes and Luis wailed before his agony for any to hear. His fists clenched and pain spread through his body like water spreads through a stream.

Slowly, with his heart wrenching and his gut churning into knots, Luis brought his eyes up to meet the expectant gaze of his benefactor. Glimmering green like emeralds; they brought bile to the back of his throat. "Drink it." The words may have been soft spoken but there was no sympathy, no empathy or compassion. Only expectancy. A command from a man who was never a man to begin with. "Your pain will stop when you do."

Of course it would. It would stop the pain but tighten the noose.

The vial is lifted from the floor with shaking fingers and bloodied hesitation; Luis thinks of the man he chose to work for, the man he believed in....the man who had sold him to this devil to save his own skin. 'All I wanted was a happy ending.'

[evilpulledteethtwo]

Day 16

just saw twenty one pilots live my middle school self is so happy

[blackvelvetmeltdown]

there was a love and then there was a loss broken flowers everywhere like tinsel in the gutter she cried all night for you like a bird in the trees so sad so horribly sad but it's not really sad when she realized you weren't worth it you told her she wasn't worth it her poetry and her scribbles on paper with the cigarette ashes in the margins and the coffee stains and the constant tears in her eyes when she told you all about her life and the pain and the bruises that never healed overnight and everythingeverythingeverything else but you never listened one bit she gave you her heart ripped and bloodied and staining her porcelain hands and you murdered it as it was beatingshivering in those hands like a poor lost lamb and it's all your fault and now you are the cause of the tears that fall every night onto pillowcases and she's alone between the sheets where you both once lay - god she's so sad hallucinating skeleton angels in the windowsill dust and chrysanthemum fireworks in the sky outside her window - she's losing it can't you see she's losing it but she keeps saying you're just not worth it and never were maybe it's true and maybe it's not but you were the best/worst thing that ever happened to fragile (and in her eyes) insignificant she why did you have to murder her heart ripped it out all the pages in her journal you ripped them out all the words in her throat you ripped those out as well all the pictures of you & her in those albums you're just ripping everything apart so tell me, dear, what has she got left to lose now?

“she’s dancing alone”, June Freeland

[irisdeanda]

I know this to be true 💓 Return to center {you} will find the answer there ⚡ * * * #mood #thursdaze #feels #losangeles #everythingeverythingeverything

[nat-roman0ff]

you wrote it really well!! i recognize the restlessness & not wanting to get up, and the part where she snaps at shawn & that being with shawn isnt gonna fix it just like that, its all very realistic. i can go from energetic, bouncing around, wanting to do everythingeverythingeverything and feeling invincible to laying in bed for days on end and feeling like im not really here at all, and crying all day. i know bipolar disorder is different from depression but this was very very real xx mermaid

Ugh that makes me feel so much better! I was a little worried posting this for triggering reasons and to just make sure I was doing an honest portrayal. I based much of it on my own experiences with depression because it’s always more honest to write what you know.

[jollysailorswan]

why would anyone do this, i’m too emotional :(

everythingeverythingeverything goes...

[snufflesmajor]

@miss-marlene-mckinnon x:

Who, then?

If not James, who, then? Remus? Peter? Sirius himself? It wasn’t meant to be any of them.

… But James wasn’t meant to be first. No matter how Marlene’s brain fought to separate herself from what had happened, no matter how her brain fought to push logic upon Sirius’s words so that she would not be so emotional– so that she would not break– Marlene knew Sirius was right.

James, who meant so much to them– James, who had a son, who fought so hard, who cared so much, was not meant to be the first of the merry marauders to go.

“I know.” Marlene’s voice was numb, but dry and scratched from crying. She stared at Sirius with no way to know what to do, stuck in her spot not knowing how to stop it. Stop his anger, his shouting, his pain– or just comfort him, but Marlene could not infringe upon the space his shouts took up, and better words evaded her.

James would be better. James knew how to infringe upon that space, how to comfort, how to break down pieces shakily put together and how to build them back together. How, Marlene had never been able to figure out, though she would have done anything for an inkling of those instincts.

Marlene was speaking. Sirius knew she was speaking, because he could feel her words like cool air blowing against a slice in his finger. There were holes, he knew, all over his body. Tiny holes, neatly drilled into every part of him. They were close together, but still far enough apart that he couldn’t fall to pieces.

  �� Half of him, missing. Gone. Destroyed. So small were the missing parts, they couldn’t be seen. He could feel it, though; like a papercut, thousands of them. 

    Missing. Parts of him. Gone. 

    The goodness. His will to do better, be stronger, love harder--gone. 

    Everything was gone.

    Everything. Everythingeverythingeverything.

    Not everything; just the parts that mattered most. The parts that could look after Harry--oh, Harry--he couldn’t look after Harry, not now. Not now. It’s why Dumbledore had Hagrid take him, wasn’t it? That’s why. Dumbledore knew the only goodness in Sirius was James Potter, and now it was gone.

    It was his fault. Everyone knew.

    He’d asked to change. He’d asked to switch.

    Peter. He was meant to find Peter, but Marlene--

    She loved James. He couldn’t ignore her, not after-- 

    His fault. His fault.

    His mouth opened, but no words came out. Was he screaming? His throat felt tight; new and unused. Words were suddenly foreign, and he couldn’t remember which language he spoke.

    No words, no sound; nothing but a choked, awful sound. 

    “I killed them.” Sirius said, because he had. “I killed them. I killed them.”

    He had to find Peter. 

    He had to tell Remus--Remus wouldn’t forgive him. He wouldn’t understand, or worse: he would. He’d understood years ago, hadn’t he? No one could understand but Remus always understood and that’s why--that’s why--

    “I’ll kill him.” Sirius said. “I’LL KILL HIM.”

    Marlene was in the way. He couldn’t hurt Marlene. She would want to hurt him, though, and that was fine. 

    “I have--I have to--” His eyes searched wildly, but there was nothing he could recognise. Walls. Brick. Sky. Pavement. “Marls, Marls it’s--I have to find Peter.”

[zo-etic]

I still see you in everything too,

But not me, no i never saw you in me.

This isn’t Dean Lewis, this is you, your long hair that I use to totally tease you about and then play with it for hours.

Your tired eyes, i dont think you ever meant for them to be so closed off, but I know they were heavy with you, your soul, your spirit; I could see the way you looked at the world by looking at your eyes.

Your lips, before the twitch, when did you start to twitch? Why? They’re so full and soft, but they’re so messy, and hungry, and whenever you kissed me I knew that there was something you were missing and between every breath you took you were trying to find it in me; you never did, i never wanted you to; your lips were never slow.

Your nose, the bump where you broke it and your dad cracked it back into place; I know you told me how you broke it, but I can’t remember. The tip of your nose was always cold, against my cheek, my chest, my stomach. Your hands were always cold too, unless they were holding mine; then they were hot.

* this is the bad thing about me, we break up, we stop talking, i start thinking, asking questions, wondering; and then I know I cant text you to ask a random question just out of curiosity. *

Your broad shoulders, and the muscles that everyone used to compliment you on from boxing, that I used to kiss to be cute when we cuddled. You were the first boy i’d seen right in front of me without a shirt on, hiding in the bushes that first day, you looked away from me and I think I almost died because all your muscles stretched and the male body became the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen. And then you put your shorts on backwards as a dare, hehe.

The point is, this isnt Dean Lewis, nor is this a love letter, nor am i crying or sad at all, actually. Sometimes i think of you, from before you turned into someone i forgot to get to know, before you turned from Elf, Sid the Sloth, Koala and Jamesy, to James Williams; a boy with a twitch and a hard face.

The point is, I don’t love you, I love him. I love the boy from the memories, I love Elf, who’d call me and play Town of Salem every single night. I love Sid the Sloth, who’d wake up early to meet me in town or go on 10am icecream dates with me. And I love Jamesy, the boy who danced with me in the dark and asked me to spring fling, who told me I was beautiful, beautifulbeautifulbeautifulbeautiful, and kissed me and held me and loved me and listened to me.

The point is, I refuse to drown myself in every bad memory, and instead, I’m throwing them all away. I’ve learned what they wanted to teach me and I’m taking the good memories and turning them into the smiles on my face and the light behind my eyes, because that’s the gift you gave me and I don’t want the pain anymore. I want to be happy.

The point is, I am happy. I have written this about you, Jamesy - to you, to the past - and I’ve been smiling the whole time, because you were the first person I ever got to know, what you hate, what you love, whats important to you, whats not, what you want to do with your life, everything and everythingeverythingeverything. And I’m happy. Because i met you, and we tried to love each other, and we learned so much, we learned what it felt like to get close to someone, so so close, to love someone, to hurt someone, to hurt, to cry, to break a heart and to have yours broken in return, to forgive and persevere and try and trytrytry. We learned so much, and I’m happy.

This is not Dean Lewis, this is you. But this is Dean Lewis, and it is not you. It is Dean Lewis and it is me seeing you and me telling you that you mattered to me, and thanking you; thank you.

[thelioncourts]

All of your Captive Prince posts got me so curious, so I bought the trilogy last night. I finished the first book in 4 hours and I can't wait to read the next one! Just wanted you to know that you inspired me to buy the first books I've purchased in years, and it's made me so happy! <3

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! oh. my. god. you have to tell me everythingeverythingeverything!!! have you read PG and KR yet? have you read the short stories? damen? laurent? nicaise? nikANDROS? everything everything everything omg

i would -- and i cannot stress this enough -- sell my soul if i could forget captive prince and read it all over again for the first time. there is nothing like the initial journey of reading it, of falling in love with everyone, of hating other people with such a venom in your blood. 

my joy that you bought books that made you happy makes me <3 <3 <3 and my (quite selfish) joy that it was captive prince is at such a high point that i don’t even know how to word it without just yelling

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!