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                         independent  temperance brennan  as told by haley !

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                         independent  temperance brennan  as told by haley !

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“Well, what do you call it when someone tries to kill you?”

“Tuesday.”

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       i’m not feeling the greatest so i’m probably gonna lay in bed & watch movies for the rest of the night, but i’ll try to do things after classes tomorrow. i don’t think i’ll have any homework & i already know i don’t have plans lmao so. hopefully!! in the meantime, if anyone wants to plot, shoot me a message & i’ll get back to you tomorrow!

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an ode to That Look

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i don’t know if munday is still a thing but here’s some pictures of my dorm anyways !

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HEADCANON 001:   trust.

Before becoming the slayer, trust was something Buffy gave away easily. Though not a completely open book, her circle was rather large. Anything that wouldn’t be too utterly embarassing or damaging to her popular status, she would tell practically anyone. After being called, Buffy saw the world in a different way. She was introduced to evil, and with evil came fear. Soon, she began bottling things inside and shutting out everyone around her. There’s very few people who have been able to penetrate her walls and gain her trust since she became the slayer, those people being primarily Willow, Xander and Giles. Even then, there are still things she keeps to herself.

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                         @jennyorjanna   /  starter call

          “------------ Why?”

          Three letters. It was the only word she was able to string together; her only coherent thought. She’d had many over the last twenty-four hours, but all of them had been fleeting. From one theory to the next, her mind was abuzz. Floating in and out of consciousness, each thought more damning than the last.

            The devastation, though omnipresent, had subsided momentarily. Long enough for one emotion to grip her with its talons: anger. Angry at herself for allowing this to happen. Angry at Angel for changing, even if it hadn’t been his choice. Angry at Angelus for even existing. But most of all, her anger was directed towards Jenny.

            Buffy and Angel may have been the one to dance, but Jenny choreographed the routine. 

            She trusted her. Trust for a slayer was hard to come by, but when that slayer was Buffy, it was even more unattainable. Putting her faith in the wrong hands had always led to someone getting hurt, but she hadn’t expected the betrayal to come from Jenny. Because Giles was a surrogate father to her, knowing his feelings for the woman caused the blade in her back to scrape against the vertebra. 

             The spark in her green eyes was replaced by unshed tears. Weakness and vulnerability, more than ever, needed to be avoided at all costs. It was what got her into this mess in the first place; the things that took him away from her, from the world. She didn’t have the right to give into her feelings right now when, had she done that before, he’d still be here.

              Wouldn’t be terrorizing the town, her... the other people in her life she loved. None of it.

              She couldn’t be weak again. Never again. She’d once confessed that her emotions gave her power, a fact that rang true. Like everything else in her life, however, it was a power she no longer wanted. Her chest rises and falls slowly, a deep inhale before her lips part once more.

               “I just need to know why.”

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buffy summers + instagram:  four season edition

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FAITH.

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              “   y’know what i’m thinking,  b ?   ”          moving away from buffy’s side,  she skips a few steps ahead,  turning back on her heel with a grin.        “   i say we dust some vamps,  skip the weapons training with giles,   &   convince your mom to order indian food for dinner.   i’m getting cravings.   ”

      Her pace is lazy, mind and heart miles away until the mention of food brings her racing back. The corners of her lips upturned, the blonde considers the proposition laid before her. “You know,” she begins, stake tucked safely back into the waist of her jeans, “I think that might be the best idea you’ve ever had.” Guilt is there, looming above her like the storm clouds Sunnydale so seldom seen, but the growl of her stomach wins over. 

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Autumn Sentence Starters!

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it’s never too early for autumn, so there

“They brought back our favorite fall drinks, should we go get some right now?”

“I bought you a fuzzy sweater.”

“Let’s go look for Halloween costumes.”

“Look at how perfect this leaf is; it’s so red and huge!”

“Let’s hop the fence and go see if any of the trees in the park changed colors yet.”

“I woke up to the house smelling like pumpkin spice and it’s barely September.”

“You’ve got a leaf caught on your hair.”

“If I had realized it would be this windy I would’ve brought a jacket.”

“I know a place where we can get a good view of all the trees.”

“The pumpkin cheesecake pancakes sounds like they’ll kill me, but let’s get them.”

“Do you remember when we were younger and always went to buy pumpkins together?”

“Listen, I’ve never made a pie before, but I tried for you, so be nice when you try it, please.”

“Let’s go get coffee/tea and walk around that fall vendor fair downtown.”

“You know, I actually fell in love with you on a fall day, sort of like today.”

“I asked the neighbor if I could rake his leaves for him, but really I want to jump into the piles– we can clean it up after, don’t look at me like that.”

“I can’t wait to eat some of the pumpkin bread your mom makes.”

“I’ve only been thinking of Halloween for the last two weeks.”

“It’s adorable how much you love this season.”

“I stepped outside today and it smelled like autumn air.”

“Look at all the sweaters in that store– let’s go in.”

“Stay in bed with me and watch this Halloween movie.”

“He/She brought home a picture of a turkey he/she made from his/her handprint and feathers from school today.”

“Are the two of you planning to share any of those cookies?”

“I can’t wait for all the leaves to fall and everything to look so red and orange and yellow.”

“I bought you this beanie that looks like a turkey. Treasure it.”

“Last night when you were drunk you started crying about how leaves were falling from trees and tried putting them back on the trees.”

“How do you not get sick of pumpkin spiced everything?”

“I got out the giant, fuzzy, orange blanket, so we’re definitely watching Halloween movies tonight.”

“I saw this little orange cat playing with leaves on the way home, and so I started tossing some around for it to play with, and she ended up following me home, so I think we have a new family member.”

“The moon looks orange tonight!”

“Let’s be real: everyone’s fashion is next level in the fall time.”

“I bought little pumpkins. Aren’t they adorable?”

“It’s not October yet, why are we shopping for halloween lights?”

“I like this season the best, because we met during it.”

“My little cousin’s school is having a fall festival… Anyways I already bought us tickets, so we’re going.”

“The dog started running through the neighbor’s leaf piles… Again.”

“I know you like reading outside and looking at the trees, but it’s already nighttime, so you should come in so you don’t catch a cold.”

“My professor brought a bunch of pumpkin pastries for my class, and I stole you one.”

“On the way here a guy was selling bouquets of sunflowers, so I got you one.”

“Another fall, another season of you wearing my sweaters.”

“Not to be that person, but pumpkin pie isn’t good.”

“I didn’t really care about fall until I met you and saw how much you love it.”

“Take a picture of me and this scare crow.”

“I want to be happy about it being fall, but all I can think about are the four papers I need to write and the exams coming up.”

“Do you remember when we were kids and you climbed up this huge tree to get me a leaf from the top? Then broke your arm?”

“This is the best season of the year, fight me.”

“Remember when we were younger and drank a lot of that spiked cider at your mom’s autumn party, and ended up leaving the house because we didn’t want them to find out when we started getting drunk?”

“I found a picture of you dressed up as a pumpkin from a school play.”

“I will never get sick of pumpkin spiced lattes.”

“It’s time for sweater paws to rise.”

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‘ i found a liquor store and i drank it. ’ (from Spike)

    ————  SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS /  @beautifulpcople

      The scrunch of her nose is completely involuntary, but necessary. Her eyes slowly drink in the sight of him, disheveled and slightly wobbly. As far as Spike’s Greatest Hits went, this wasn’t number one. Gently, she bobs her head up and down. “So I can smell,” she says. “Is it possible to get drunk from smelling too much liquor? Because I can already feel a massive hangover coming on because of all,” a hand motions in front of him, “… this.”

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" i could go into detail, but i’m not going to. "

     ————  SUPERNATURAL SENTENCE STARTERS /  @slaayr

        The noise that escapes her lips is nothing more than a bitter sigh, accentuated by a quick roll of her eyes. Though the night concealed her expression, her annoyance was evident in her tone. “Of course not,” she says, thumb pressing firmly into the stake she held in her hand. “Why would you want to make hunting this thing easy when we could spend all night out here twiddling our thumbs instead?”