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Au Pair – Chapter I

It's finally here – I'm sorry this took so long, this past few weeks have been a mess but here it is, our first chapter for the Au Pair series; I kinda hate this, ngl- I always hate first chapters, a lot of introductory info and bla bla but yeah.

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Love you all, have a wonderful week beauties!

Warnings: none specifically for this chapter – age gap.

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Y/N was tired, to say the least.

And it wasn’t the tiredness she used to feel after a long work shift at her previous job -where her boss was an old, grumpy lady with horrible manners- or the exhaustion felt after spending hours crying due to a fight with her mother. No, this was different. It was a tiredness she couldn’t get rid of; a tiredness no lavender smelling bath or hours upon hours of sleep could amend.

She couldn't pinpoint the exact moment her brain shifted in such a drastic way. Y/N could easily recognize and admit her life had never been an exciting one; a memorable one. Ever since she was a little girl it all seemed to fly by; graduations, birthdays, friendships – nothing ever seemed to leave an impact and nothing ever seemed as exciting as everyone else put it to be. She knew she struggled with allowing herself to enjoy things, but this far her life had been pretty average.

Maybe it was the fact that she was 22 years old and never been in a real relationship what skyrocketed her fear of dying alone. Now, she knew it might seem exaggerated – 22 years wasn’t a long life at all, but the pungent emptiness she’d been feeling felt like her inevitable destiny – like that’s how life was supposed to be for her.

England felt different, though. But in all honesty, her emotions hadn’t had switched into completely different ones like she’d expected to happen when she applied for this job as an Au Pair all the way back in February.

With a steaming hot cup of coffee between her cold hands, she sat down next to Coco (a very soft grey Scottish Fold) on the giant couch of her new home, scratching in between his tiny ears earning a low purr in response. Coco had become one of her closest friends so far, along with Anya, a three year old girl with cute blonde locks and a laugh so contagious it made the muscles on your cheeks ache after a long playdate.

Maybe moving away wasn’t the smartest choice. It actually might be one of the stupidest choices she had ever made, actually – moving all the way across the globe when she cried herself to sleep most nights due to her loneliness overcoming her (almost inexistent) self-awareness. Y/N liked to believe she had a wide understanding of her emotions, but it was a blatant lie.

At least she was distracted for most of the day – taking care of two kids and looking after a teenager wasn’t an easy task. It required a lot of mental presence; but by the time she was in bed at night, it all hit back again. She thought maybe this is how life is supposed to be for her, lonely – maybe it was not her brain playing her tricks but her brain making her see how her life truly was.

It’d been two weeks since the Lockehold family picked Y/N up from the airport, and on one side getting physically adjusted to this new life hadn't been as rough as she thought it’d be. She did have it easy, if she had to admit – a big room in a giant, beautiful home and a car to her disposal. Emotionally, on the other side, life was still the same.

She knew the moment she heard heels hitting the cold marble staircase Bella was on her way down with Ivy, the eldest of the three sisters, following close behind, complaining about a hangout she was apparently going to miss because they “are expecting a guest” as Bella announced, meaning neither of her parents could drive her. That’s how Y/N found herself sitting in her (borrowed) blue Jeep Renegade driving Ivy to her friend Lily’s house – who lived in the same rich, over-the-top neighborhood as her guest family, which meant the ride to and back was no longer than twenty minutes. During those minutes together, though, Y/N could physically feel the irritation running through Ivy’s blood because first, she still wasn’t too fond of Y/N because she is 16 and doesn’t need a babysitter -her words, not Y/N’s- and second, Y/N is still not accustomed to driving on the other side of the road.

Technically, Y/N had the weekends off. Living with the same people who employed her gladly didn’t mean working 24/7, but she hoped she could earn a couple of points in her favor if she took her free time to drive her around.

After a short conversation between the two (where Ivy refused to save Y/N’s number in case an emergency came up because she could always call her dad), Y/N dropped her off and drove back to the Lockehold’s. What caught her off guard, was the sight of someone in the driveway at the house next door getting suitcases out of the trunk of a black cab – there hadn’t been any movement in the old Victorian mansion since she’d moved in next door. A man, definitely very tall, dressed in a dark suit is all Y/N could decipher since it was already dark outside and she had to strictly concentrate on not switching to the opposite side of the road out of habit.

Alex was coming down the stairs when Y/N locked the front door – Bella’s husband was a very handsome man for his age, probably anyone could admit it. He was kind of scary sometimes, but was a true sweetheart on the inside; he’s in his mid-40’s and it was clear as day his family meant everything to him, he even treated Y/N like his own daughter, always making sure she’s comfortable and inviting her to most family hangouts – even though Y/N declined pretty often to allow them to have quality time as a family (and because being too socially involved drained her, but they needn’t have to know that)

“You wanna join us for dinner? We have a guest tonight. A family friend.”

“Oh, no, I'm good, you guys enjoy yourselves. I’ll say hello, though.” Y/N replied with a smile; and as before mentioned, even though she had the weekends to herself, they still loved to insist on her joining them for fancy dinners and whatnot. The Lockehold’s loved being hostesses, loved having people around (from what Y/N learned this past two weeks) but she really wanted -and needed- some time for herself after being with them the entire week, and even though she loved hanging out with them, she just wasn’t in the mood tonight.

“You sure? Bella made homemade pasta, from scratch. Her specialty.” Mouthwatering, Y/N thought. Bella was such an amazing cook, and even though she worked hours upon hours every day, she still came to her husband and kids in time to make dinner every night, not missing a single day.

“Sounds delicious, but I think I’ll pass, I’m just really tired.” And before anyone could make another comment, the loud bell ringing through the main floor of the house startled Y/N as it’s louder than ordinary – and sounded kind of old and creepy, in her opinion. By the time the constant thud in her chest lowered to a normal speed, she could recognize Bella’s voice in the foyer, meaning she was the one who received their guest, with a deep voice following after saying 'thank you for having me'.

"He's here!" Alex clasped his hands together, a wide smile appearing in his face. Y/N followed him into the living room where Bella was already chatting animatedly with a man; tall and with broad shoulders (but not excessively; just the right amount) his figure was leaning slightly forward as he listened to Bella rambling about all the 'good things he had missed while he was away'. His hands were clasped on his back and when he lifted his head, he made direct eye contact with Y/N without even having to search for her eyes. His brown curls were perfectly placed on top of his head looking extremely soft, and when he ran his hand through it Y/N couldn’t help but swallow harshly. He undoubtedly looked like someone who belonged in Hollywood next to a young Leo DiCaprio and he was definitely older than Y/N – probably already in his 30's, she guessed, but ageing like the finest wine. He had the softest looking wrinkles in the corners of his eyes – those eyes, forest green; reminded Y/N of what used to be home for her. His intense gaze held a lot of emotion, a lot of thought, unlike his face, that appeared stiff and cold, with a slight crease between his brows. His pink, heart-shaped lips were pressed in a line, a cute mole adorning one side of his chin.

"Harry! It's so good to see you, we've missed you." Alex's excitement forced him to drift his gaze away from Y/N, leaving her like a heated teenager salivating for him. Y/N honestly thought he might had left her speechless and most likely with increasing probabilities to make a fool out of herself if someone needed her to talk, as she was certain she wouldn't be able to formulate any coherent sentences.

Harry. It totally suited him, Y/N repeated his name a couple of times inside her head to check on its pronunciation. Alex reached him and pulled him in a big hug, patting each other's back, and Harry's lips broke into a huge smile making a line of pearly white teeth appear. And dimples. God, he had dimples.

This is how I die, Y/N thought.

"So good to see you, Alex." If sex was a sound, his voice would definitely be it.

"Your skin is glowing, Harry. Italy always does you wonders." Bella gushed. And she was right – his skin had this beautiful golden undertone, but it looked natural and radiant, almost like the sun itself kissed and caressed his skin with the softest touches. Alex snapped Y/N into reality when he turned to face her and grabbed her hand to pull her closer to them, starting a long introduction no one was paying much attention to, explaining how he’d missed her arrival, like he even cared, and how she was the Au Pair they’d all been talking about ever since February. It wasn’t until Alex mentioned something about Y/N and Harry probably seeing each other a lot she was suddenly interested in what was actually going on.

“He owns the school the girl’s attend.” Alex directed towards her. Now, Y/N assumed the moment she laid eyes on him he was probably rich – who wears a suit to a Sunday dinner with friends? Rich people are weird, that’s something we can all agree on; but owning a school which’s monthly fees per kid were worth three of her salaries? That was quite unexpected.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Harry." Y/N offered him her hand, trying to sound as casual as possible, even if her skin felt like it was burning under his intense gaze and her eyes were definitely betraying her.

"The pleasure’s all mine, Y/N." He shook her hand. His strong hold sent shivers down her spine; the cold rings making a big contrast against the heat his hand radiated and she couldn't help but fantasize about how his touch would feel in some other places.

The sudden embarrassment feeling hot against her cheeks made her turn around impossibly faster, feeling guilty at the dirty thoughts consuming her brain while around her bosses – and in front of him. Making a beeline straight to her room, announcing she was calling it a night, she sent Harry a quick -but quite charming- smile, and couldn’t help but soften at the sound of Anya running down the stairs yelling an excited ‘Harryyyy’ once she was past the kitchen.

She knew she got lucky with her commodities – an entire studio-like apartment past the main kitchen of the house, where the servant’s area used to be located a handful of decades ago; but she cussed in a whisper when she remembered half way through her making of a sandwich (four hours after she’d retreated to her bedroom and because she decided on skipping dinner that night, not having enough energy to cook) that her lazy ass still hadn’t bought mayonnaise. Her small kitchen had enough space to hold her snacks, along with some ingredients to make a few meals, since she only had to worry about food on the weekends. Reluctantly, she took the small plate holding her sandwich and made her way towards the main kitchen. There was no way in hell she’d eat a sandwich with no mayo – never in a million years, too dry to go down her throat.

I guess they won't mind if I grab just enough to put on my sandwich, she thought. The house was quiet, everyone probably already in bed, therefore she almost pissed herself when she found Harry sitting in one of the kitchen stools, looking down at his phone with an annoyed expression adorning his face. Almost as if he could sense someone was in the same room, he looked up to find Y/N standing at the kitchen threshold, his face abandoning any sort of emotion.

"Hey."

"Hi." Y/N walked towards the fridge on the far right of the kitchen, opposite from where she came in. "Sorry, I thought no one was here."

"Don't worry, just waiting for Bella and Alex to come back down to have some tea, they're putting the girls to sleep. Would you like to join us?" He offered. And honestly, she'd love to say yes and just listen to him talk with that deep, melodic voice, but her stomach was really hating her right now.

"I'm good, just grabbing some mayo. Thank you, though." She declined with a small smile.

"Next time." He sounded more demanding than suggesting, which slightly baffled Y/N. "Can I ask where you are from?" He asked respectfully.

"A small town in the Argentine Patagonia." Y/N replied with her back facing him as she busied herself with the mayonnaise container.

"Never been to Argentina. Or anywhere in South America, actually." And when Y/N turned around, sandwich in hand ready to go back to her room, their eyes met across the kitchen and she felt the heat creeping up her neck for the second time that night. Y/N wondered how his gaze was always this intense – she wasn’t a fan of how they’d barely exchanged a few words and somehow she felt so exposed.

"You should. It's beautiful." She almost, almost, choked on her own words and when she looked down at her fuzzy pink socks and back to him to try and calm her growing nerves down, he surprised her when she caught him looking up and down her body – in any other case she definitely would’ve felt creeped out, but there was something about him, the fact that he definitely didn’t do it with the intention of her catching him (she noticed how he shifted uncomfortably on his seat after the exchange) and how he simply added a “I’m sure it is," afterwards, she knew she was fucked right then and there – she wanted him looking at her. Was that something bad?

But then – then she remembered how she was wearing her soft cotton pajamas, and she began wondering if he was just laughing internally at her outfit instead of checking her out like she initially thought. And just like a save from heaven, Bella and Alex appeared in the kitchen discussing who was picking Ivy up from her friend's house. "Hi Y/N, still awake?"

"Yeah, got hungry. Stole a bit of mayo, hope you don't mind." She shyly held the plate up.

"Please, this is your house too." Alex waved her off.

"Thanks. Gonna go back now." Y/N pointed towards the small hallway that led to her room. "Goodnight." Turning her body to walk away, she caught Harry's eyes, again, still staring at her, but decided on simply walking away, breaking eye contact, making that small interaction their last one for the night.

The following week consisted of Anya and Y/N playing lots of fun games, trying to get a word out of Charlie and Ivy ignoring her for the most part. Her relationship with each of them was completely different, each trusting her at their own peace, getting used to having a stranger around. Anya seemed the only one openly excited to hang out with Y/N every day, and even though she could tell Charlie didn't exactly mind her presence, she still hadn't talked to her as much as she'd like her to.

"What are you up to, Charlie?" Y/N asked the seven year old as she sat next to her in the big playroom they had on the main floor. Charlie kept her gaze locked on her drawing with a handful of crayons on her right hand as she drew with her left. "You're left handed? That's so cool!" Bella had mentioned some time ago that Charlie had a really hard time letting people in, Y/N knew it'd take some time for her to see her as a friend -like she wanted her to- rather than someone who gets paid to hang out with her, but Bella confessed Charlie was actually really excited to meet Y/N, which felt like a small relief, knowing she actually wanted her there – unlike Ivy. Charlie spoke only when necessary and struggled with making friends but her psych pedagogue said she's just really shy and that ‘once she breaks out of her shell, she's unstoppable’. "I love the birds you drew here." Y/N pointed at some small birds sitting in a tree branch.

"Bluebirds." She murmured.

Getting a single word from her was considered progress, in Y/N’s opinion, but that’s all she got for the entire afternoon – even after constantly sending comments her way while playing with Anya so Charlie wouldn’t feel left out, not a single word came out of her mouth. Anya mentioned Harry at some point while talking about her favorite doll (which Harry had gifted her for her 3rd birthday) and the flash of captivating green eyes almost blinded her internally (she couldn’t deny she’d thought about Harry every once in a while this past week)

And it wasn’t until later that same day, after spending a long while sitting alone in a nearby park, she got the chance to see him again – even if he had scared her (almost) to death, she couldn’t help but feel an annoying flutter in her stomach.

She would like to say she loved her long walks during the most unreasonable times at night, but her reasoning behind her late night needs of distraction didn’t exactly thrill her. It was during the quietest and most peaceful times of the day when her mind seemed to speed faster than ever before; the sleepless nights and brain-wrecking thinking of how alone and empty she actually felt, along with the laziness and reluctance when it came to things that used to make her happy weighed her down like carrying a sack of potatoes on her back.

As she was walking past her neighbor's house (the one where she had seen that man with the suitcases last week) she noticed someone sitting on the large porch. Weird, she thought. She hadn't noticed any movement in the house since that night a week ago, to the point she even considered it being empty again. The silhouette seemed oddly familiar though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"Y/N." She slightly jumped as she heard them call for her, in a strong and deep accent. Was that...

"Harry?" She asked befuddled. Did he live there? She watched as he stood up from his sitting position on the outdoor couch and walked across his front yard to take a closer look at him stopping at the bottom of the short staircase that leads to the porch. "What are you doing up so late?" And then something clicked in her brain – he was probably the man she saw that night, with his suitcases. It made sense, how he probably got home from vacation the same day he had dinner at the Lockehold's – the same day Bella mentioned something about him being in Italy

"Can't sleep." He simply replied, with a small sigh. He then nodded to the seat behind him, and Y/N could physically feel her brain going a thousand miles per minute. She sat on the far left of the couch as he retook his seat on the right, "what are you doing up so late?" He repeated her question.

And Y/N repeated his answer. "Can't sleep."

So they sat in silence, what felt like hours barely being a few seconds. "Didn't know you lived next door." Y/N took the time to take in his side profile - sharp and long nose, the tip curving slightly downwards when he spoke the next line.

"Never mentioned it." He replied apathetically. The unexpected switch in his tone made her immediately shut up, and even though it confused Y/N as to why he would want her joining him if he didn't want to talk, she was dreading going back to her room alone to drown in her thoughts again. She'd take uncomfortable company over being alone when her head got like this, it helped her get distracted; overthinking this situation instead of the same scenarios that constantly lived in her head.

They again sat in silence for a while, this time for longer than a few minutes, and even though it was slightly uncomfortable, there was an unspoken understanding between them. He just wanted company, and so did she. This time, however, it was him who tried for conversation. "Why did you choose England for your Au Pair program?"

"I was actually convinced I was going to choose France," Y/N shared with a soft tone, "but when I met the girls in one of my interviews I just knew I had to come here. Anya was so excited about meeting me, she thought it was already settled." She ended with a small smile on her lips. The memory of Anya smiling happily at her through the computer screen even when she hadn't had met her yet warming her heart.

It was true, the fact that she’d chosen England because of the girls. She wanted to learn French – she knew her way around the English language pretty well; but the French family whom interviewed her didn’t come close to the Lockehold’s at all – she thought maybe the experience of living in a whole different continent with a wonderful family was better than choosing a place because of the language – the experience was being experienced either way.

"Anya is a very special kid. They all are." Harry declared, the left corner of his mouth turning upwards in a small half smile.

Y/N nodded slowly before asking, "How long have you known them?" She could recall Alex saying he was a family friend – but she had no other information about him besides that.

"A while." The small conversation went for a long while, he shared the real reason as to why he was awake so late, explaining how he has struggled with falling asleep ever since he was young, but besides that comment, he kept his life very private; not sharing much information about himself during their chat, and every time Y/N reciprocated a question, he would either answer vaguely or didn't answer at all, changing the subject with another question. "It's really late" He commented, Y/N’s phone reading 1:08am.

"Yeah, I should probably go to bed." She lifted her head to look at him, who was already searching for her eyes. Y/N cleared her throat when a few moments passed by, again, with no one speaking a word. She wondered what could possibly be going through his head at the time, but he nodded, got up and said, "I'll see you around, Y/N." Her name flowed so nicely out of his lips it made her knees get weak. Locking herself in her bedroom (after entering it by the door at the side of the house – which leaded straight to her room) she laid in bed trying to understand why they’d just hang out in his front porch way past midnight when they clearly didn’t know each other very well – or at all, better said.

First day of classes came by in a heartbeat. The first Monday of September Y/N found herself getting up earlier than she was accustomed to, since the girl's sleeping schedule was different during the summer. 6:15am read her alarm when she lazily threw the soft covers off her body. A quick shower and minimal makeup application later, she stood naked next to her bed checking the weather app, as to know how to prepare the girl's clothes.

After putting a soft pink sweater on and a pair of flared jeans, Y/N left the warmth of her room to wake the girls up. Going for Charlie first (since she didn't need any help changing into her uniform and Ivy used her own alarm) she didn't give Y/N any work at all, waking up immediately after softly calling her name once. Picking her uniform from her closet and leaving it for her to change, Y/N left Charlie’s room to walk towards the next door.

"Morning, Anya." She whispered as she brushed some of her hair out of her face. Anya’s little nose scrunched up and a soft whimper left her mouth as she switched positions, now laying on her side, "gotta wake up, love." Y/N shook her arm softly, and she finally opened her eyes, a tired smile creeping up her face as she noticed it was Y/N sitting next to her. Y/N left her to rub the tiredness off her eyes while she picked her clothes (since her daycare was at the same school her older sister's attended -Harry's school, Y/N couldn't help but think- her uniform consisted of only a white t-shirt with the school logo along with any pair of bottoms she chose for the day.

After picking up her cute small rain boots and help her get dressed up, Y/N did a cute hairstyle on her with the small butterfly hair clips she chose, and went back to Charlie's room to do her hair, Anya coming along.

They arrived at their school; a big, period-like brick building with hundreds of students roaming around and a beautiful fountain at the front – which actually made Y/N’s childhood look like a big joke; the school she had attended was located in the middle of the mountains in a remote field.

"I'll be here at two thirty. Good luck, girls, I'll see you later." Ivy walked away sending a 'mhm' her way to let her know she heard her, and Charlie offered a small smile along with a wave and walked away like her sister. Y/N took Anya off her car seat and helped her get out of the car, her tiny backpack sitting on Y/N’s right shoulder as she grabbed the hand Anya offered her.

"Mommy said I have the penguins' classroom!" She said with excitement as they walked through the doors at the right wing of the building.

"That's so cool! I love penguins, let's search for the door which has penguins on it, shall we?" Y/N suggested even though she could clearly see their door at the end of the hallway.

"Yes! This one has elephants," she pointed at the door they were passing, "look, butterflies!"

"Like your hairclips!" Y/N exclaimed, and she giggled nodding her head. "Ah! Look what we found..." Y/N pointed at the next door.

"Penguins!" She skipped towards the door, dragging Y/N along. They entered the big and colorful classroom where they found some kids crying in their parent’s arms, others being as excited as Anya.

"Hi there! Anya, am I correct?" A woman who appeared to be around Y/N’s age came up to them, scrunching down to be on Anya’s eye level. She nodded frantically, excitement dripping from her smile. "My name is Miss Pia, I'm going to be your teacher this year." She introduced herself, Anya gave her an even bigger smile and slyly asked if she could go meet her classmates, to which Miss Pia agreed, asking her to first hang her small backpack in the rack at the back of the room, taking it from my hands and running excitedly to do it.

"You must be Y/N, then?" Miss Pia asked, getting back up to her feet. She was short with blonde curly hair sitting high in a ponytail, rosy cheeks and a cute teacher apron on top of her regular clothes.

"I am." Y/N offered her hand.

"The administration office said we would be having an Au Pair this year, they always give us a heads up with situations like these." She explained, and Y/N nodded as she continued, "we have the parents, nannies or in this case, Au Pairs," they both laughed," stay for the introduction, you can leave afterwards."

"Perfect, I'll sit at the back with the rest of the parents." Y/N ended up staying for about half an hour, smiling at Anya every time she turned to search for her when something exciting seemed to be happening. She won't be needing any adaptation, as Miss Pia said, and she was dismissed right before they had their first trip to the playground outside, taking advantage of the fact that it hadn't started raining yet.

Right when Y/N was walking out of the building, she spotted Harry at the main entrance, reading something on his phone. He was wearing a navy blue suit with a white shirt underneath, and he looked even more handsome in the daylight. She made her way towards him, walking up the marble stairs (marble stairs! In a school?), and when he noticed her, he put his phone away and slowly (and trying to be as discrete as possible – which he failed to, again) looked up and down her body. Something about him giving her his full attention made her insides burn, and she couldn’t help but bit her bottom lip to suppress a smile.

"Hi." She stopped in front of him, taking a moment to look at his eyes; they definitely looked a lot lighter now that there was natural light surrounding them.

"Hi." He repeated, "Dropped the girl's off?" He motioned towards the building with his head.

"Yes, just left Anya’s classroom." She shifted her weight from one foot to the other.

"Miss Pia?" He asked, squinting his eyes.

"Yes. She's nice, looks like she knows what she's doing." Y/N shrugged. She didn't exactly know her enough to have a conversation about her – and she most definitely couldn’t be one to talk, since she herself didn’t know what she was doing half of the time. “How’s the first day back been so far?” He got cut off from his next comment by his phone, and the small crease between his eyebrows grew deeper, which didn’t go unnoticed by Y/N. "I'll leave you to it." She announced, but his eyes found hers again, and it was almost like he was asking for her to not leave him to it, but Y/N didn’t trust her instincts, not with him – not when he made her so nervous her brain couldn’t process things around him, and she was scared of misreading his expressions; he was hard to read. Not like she was expert at reading people but he was frustratingly confusing.

They didn't see each other again until a week later on a Tuesday evening – the same day Charlie, Anya and her decided to go for a walk and treat themselves with ice cream from a cute shop across from (what had come to be) her favorite park, Harry and Y/N found each other's eyes across his front garden, just like that night, but this time it was easy for her to recognize him as she could see his face clear and glowing from the sunset shine. His eyes were glued to her until the fence that divided their houses blocked his view, and again, Y/N wondered what could be going through his head.

It wasn’t until after dinner, past her work hours, she decided to leave the house through the door on her room with the sparking curiosity to test if she would run into Harry. Stopping on the sidewalk in front of his house, she noticed he was not sitting outside, and even though that's exactly what she had expected -he was not going to sit there for hours and hours, right?- There still was a small feeling of disappointment that rushed through her, and when she snapped back into reality, it was too late to stop herself as she knocked on his front door.

And Y/N didn’t know where to hide – not like hiding would be less embarrassing but God she did hate herself that moment. The embarrassment running through her veins was painful and made her lightheaded – she knew she had trouble sometimes with not thinking things through, but this was beyond her. He barely knew her. And suddenly his door was wide open.

"Y/N?" Of course she was not lucky enough for him to be asleep and not hearing her knock – life would’ve been too in her favor for that to happen. Of course he was very awake with a half drank cup of tea in his hand and the softest looking pair of grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. "Are you ok? You look really pale." His voice was calm, probably the softest it'd ever been in her presence. At least he doesn't sound mad, Y/N thought.

Harry wanted to be confused, but he was more curious than anything else. For some reason, he felt very intrigued by Y/N – how she seemed confident but insanely insecure at the same time; it reminded him of himself, if he had to be honest. He just learned how to hide the latter.

"Uh, yeah- um, I was-" she nervously turned around halfway to look behind her and back at him again. He raised his eyebrows in curiosity and Y/N really tried her hardest not to step over her words. "I was about to go for a walk, uh, I was wondering if you'd like to join me?" Stupid. So, so stupid, Y/N thought.

"No, I'm good." He replied, finding oh-so-amusing the way her eyes gave her embarrassment away – he was having fun, watching her like a lost puppy trying to think through her next words.

Her mind was, of course, over speeding. She now felt even more embarrassed. Of course he doesn't want to go for a walk, Y/N conscience spoke to her, it's a Tuesday night and he's probably tired and I'm his friends' Au Pair – he probably thinks I'm this young and annoying girl who has a stupid crush and- "would you like to join me?" He interrupted her self-beating up raising his cup and she noticed the half smile adorning his face, almost like he could tell the wheels in her brain were fast-moving.

"Wouldn't want to interrupt-"

"You're not. I wouldn't have invited you in if you were. C'mon in, now. It's kinda cold out here." He disappeared inside of his house, leaving her on his porch with an open mouth and a blank brain. After closing the door behind her and taking her black vans off, she turned on her left as she guessed that was the way Harry went – and she knew she’d guessed correctly when she stepped into a big open-plan concept living room with a giant kitchen on the far back, Harry standing with his back towards her preparing her tea, "sugar?"

"No, thank you." She sat in one of the stools at the kitchen island as she took the scene in front of her. Her very cute (and much older), very hot neighbor Harry, in sweatpants and a very thin white shirt, a small patch of skin showing on his hip, making her tea. His shoulders were broad and she could see his back muscles moving as he poured steaming hot water into the cup, the little curls on his neck so inviting, if only she could run her hand through his soft looking hair just once-

"There you go. Cardamom." He snapped her out of her (probably inappropriate) thoughts, and she thanked him as she grabbed the cup from where he placed it; he stayed in his position standing in front of her on the other side of the island, with his forearms against the cold marble, sipping on his own mug, thinking about how strange it felt to have someone he wasn’t close with sitting in his kitchen after so long. "Why are you up so late?"

"I couldn't sleep."

"I figured. I couldn't either, looks like we both have a bit of sleeping issues, huh?" He sounded playful, but tired. Y/N knew exactly how it felt, being so tired but not being able to peacefully go to bed and get some needed rest.

"I remember you mentioning it before, I figured I'd check if you were up. Walking helps me relax, thought maybe you'd enjoy it too." OK, that wasn't entirely true but her reasoning to be there was quite similar – to check if he was up so they could, maybe, share a quiet night like that one a few weeks ago. None of them understood why they found such comfort in each other’s company – none of them felt like they needed to try too hard.

At some point during their conversation they moved to the couch, where they laid with a wide gap between their bodies. "Elton John's was definitely an interesting read. Lots of crazy anecdotes, you should read it."

"Probably not as good as Keith's, but I'll give it a go." He let a dimpled smile creep into his face, turning his head to look at her from across the couch and the annoying turn her stomach made obliged her to return it, just as bright as his. Finding out their music taste was quite similar made Y/N’s insides all warm and fuzzy, he showed her his vinyl collection (which was quite large) and ranted about how the modern industry was missing a rock star with some of that unexplainable essence old rock bands have – to which she respond saying maybe that something that makes them special was the fact that they were old bands... added to the fact that even though she was an old music lover, modern pop was her guilty pleasure.

Their third teacups were long forgotten on the modern coffee table by the time he noticed Y/N’s eyes were slowly beginning to close and he, as last time, said, "it's really late." And Y/N only nodded and tiredly got up from her position, with him following close behind.

"Goodnight, Harry. Thank you for having me even though I came unannounced." She shyly said, her actions still making her embarrassed even though it had already been a couple of hours.

"My pleasure. We should- do this again," He coughed into his hand, and uncomfortably continued, "I enjoy your company." That sentence alone made her heart explode with a thousand emotions, because even though they barely knew each other and it clearly pained him to admit he enjoyed having her around, his presence made her calm but anxious in a peculiar mixture of emotions. All she did in return was gift him a big smile, face hot of embarrassment (a nice kind of embarrassment, that feeling when you just want to smile really big and tightly hug whoever is making you feel that way) and slowly pushed herself up on her tiptoes to give him a sweet kiss on the cheek. "Bye." He said lastly, and closed his front door with red cheeks and dimples on display.

- Joey.

#AP #harry styles writing #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles smut #age!gap harry #my writing

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johannstutt413 · 3 years ago

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As Tomimi settled into her seat for the Tail Club meeting, and Provence took a breath to start talking, a pair of small hands knocked on the door. The group turned their attention to the door as the Lupo went forward with the whole “speaking” thing. “Yes?”

“The posters said this is a club for people with tails?” Suzuran peeked around the door. “I have a lot of tails, and I have some questions about it.”

“Morti thought I should come, too,” Shamare said, also peering around the door. She’d actually come because Suzuran had invited her, but that wasn’t the point.

The trio (including a sort-of-visible Manticore) set about adding some more seats to their circle, but as they did, there was another knock. “Hey, I saw a poster for a ‘Tail Club.’ Is this enough tail to join?” Pramanix’s mound of Feline floof slapped the threshold as she walked into view.

“Sure!” Provence gestured to the chair circle. “We’re working on widening the circle right now, but we’re pretty sure we have enough chairs for everyone.”

“We brought a few just in case!” Blemishine replied to an unverbalized question as she, her sister, and her aunt walked in as well. Tripling in the span of one meeting...what a turnout!

The club leader, once everyone was settled in, stood up to address them. “Wow. Um, first, I’m glad everyone could make it! We’ll go around the room and get everyone’s names, but before we do, I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page. I know Manty’s cute poster calls us ‘Tail Club,’ but we’re not an after-school club or something; we’re a support group and an activist group more than anything, in that we lobby the Doctor and the rest of leadership on behalf of the needs of Operators, ourselves included, with tails that are especially cumbersome, high-maintenance, or just...big. Alright, with that out of the way, I’m Provence! Hi! I’m the president, I guess, of the Tail Club, and no, it’s not because I have the biggest tail. We might actually do an election or something now that we have more members...hmm. We’ll figure it out! Alright, right or left, you two pick.”

“I-I’ll go...” Manticore stood up as the Lupo sat down. “I’m the club’s...vice-president. If you have...any questions, you can...come and find me, or...you can tell Estelle or Tomimi...and they’ll find me...and then I’ll find you...Thank you...”

“Codename’s Whislash, but go on ahead and call me Zofia. Brought myself and my sisters with me when I saw the poster because, well, we’ve got fluffy business in the back and wanna be in solidarity with similar folks. It’s neat to see all kinds of tail- what are you giggling about, Maria?”

Blemishine didn’t stifle her laughter as she took her turn. “Nothing, aun- ‘sis.’ Maria ‘Blemishine’ Nearl at your service!”

“And I am Margaret ‘Nearl’ Nearl.” She smiled at the repetition. “Thank you for taking the initiative and starting this group, Provence; the wider thresholds have already saved me at least one embarrassing entrapment.”

“No problem, but Tomimi’s the one to thank for that one.” The president gestured to the Archosaurian, who gave a little wave as everyone else in the room clapped.

Suzuran waited for the applause to subside before taking her turn. “Good afternoon. I’m Lisa, or Suzuran, as you like. I have a lot of tails, which is like having one big tail, and I saw the poster and thought my friend Shamare might want some help, too. Isn’t that right, Shamare?”

“Um...Yeah.” The Vulpo’s misdirection had been foiled, so she just carried on. “Morti’s gonna sit with me, even though he doesn’t have a big tail, because he’ll remember if I forget what we talk about. He likes being in the same room as priestesses, too.”

“Your doll understands flattery, then. That’s interesting. Anya ‘Pramanix’ Silverash, Karlan Saintess and in need of some tail care advice - I’m getting tired of shedding fur on corners. I’ll help if I can, too, but most of you have a lot more to worry about than me, it looks like.” It was actually kind of humbling for the Feline to sit in a room with so many people with Tails of Unusual Size. Hers was fluffy and silky smooth, true, but just look at the Archosaurian.

The Archosaurian whose turn it was, in fact. “Hi. I’m Tomimi, and that’s the only name I have. I came here for help, and Provence and Manty have been really helpful, and they’re really nice, so I keep coming back. Let’s, uh...Let’s all get along!” She learned that one from Young Things Magazine.

“Thank you, Tommy!” Provence clapped her hands; she could already tell she was going to enjoy this ‘proper president’ thing. “Alright, first order of business for our first-timers: what problems are you having? Anya, you mentioned yours a bit already, so would you be willing to start?”

“Oh, sure. I’ve always had a fluffy tail, and it’s pretty versatile, but there’s this one thing that’s always bugged me about it...”

After going around the room, sharing some tips and tricks for better grooming, and even breaking off into groups for tail-brushing time (Zofia suggested it, and everyone liked the sound of it), the meeting adjourned after a productive two-hour session. Suzuran found a broom to sweep up the sheddings (including scales from Tomimi - she was nearly done with her shedding cycle, but not quite), and Shamare waited for her in a chair near the entrance, whispering to Morti. Tomimi approached her, curious. “Shamare?”

“Hmm?” The harbinger frowned. “It’s rude to interrupt a conversation.”

“You can hear him?” She leaned in, trying to catch its voice.

The Vulpo pulled back into the upholstery. “I can. Do you want to?”

“I don’t think so.” The Caster sat on the floor in front of her. “Is he nice?”

“He takes the bad feelings away, and he likes talking to people.” She rubbed his head, and Tomimi could’ve sworn the stitched smile curled a little more.

That convinced her. “Did you make Morti?”

“No,” Shamare replied, “but I did give him his body.”

“Could you make a doll for me to give to my girlfriend? I don’t want her to be lonely when she’s busy in her office.”

The oracle blinked. “You want me to do that?”

“Mmhmm.” The Archosaurian gave her a toothy smile. “I like your style.”

“...Okay, but you have to get me the stuffing. My doctor found out I stuffed Morti with Originum and she wasn’t happy, but I need something to put in your doll.” The Vulpo didn’t want to blush, but it seemed Morti didn’t feel like intervening for her.

Suzuran skipped over to the pair, sweeping finished. “Hi, Tommy! Ready to go, Shamare?”

“One more thing.” She hopped off her chair. “Can I have one of your scales?”

“Okay.” The Caster lifted her tail and smacked the ground; a small tremor shook their immediate vicinity, and several scales fell off.

Shamare took a few, put the rest in the bucket her friend had filled while sweeping, and nodded to Tomimi. “I’ll bring your doll to the next meeting.”

“Thanks.” She watched the pair leave, cocking her head. ‘Those two are like opposites...Just like Gav and me.’

“Well, I didn’t meet any cute bachelors, but the tail talk is super nice,” Whislash noted as the Nearls packed up their chairs.

Provence chuckled. “Is that why you really came, Zofia?”

“M-maybe.” She sighed. “Look, I don’t like making a big deal out of it, since I’m only the eldest by a couple years, but it’s getting harder to find my kind of guy out in the wild. You have someone special?”

“Sure do! My girlfriend and I met here at Rhodes Island, actually.”

The Kuranta’s ears perked up as her nieces left her to her conversation; they had other stuff to do, especially while she was distracted. “Girlfriend? That’s okay here?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Then the Lupo remembered where the Nearls were from. “Oh, right, you’re from Kazimierz. Yeah, RI doesn’t discriminate like some other companies...or governments, either.”

“Huh...You, uh, know anyone on the market? They don’t even have to be that cute.” Saying the words out loud made her blush.

The Sniper smiled as she slipped her phone out of her pocket. “Actually, I think I know just the person. Walk and talk?”

“Sure!” Whislash’s tail swished behind her as she turned to leave, glowing a bit. “Ooh, there’s a movie playing tonight I’ve been wanting to see, if they like that kinda thing.”

“You can ask them - I’m sending you their number now.” Provence looked back as she passed the light switch; Tomimi was still there, so she left them on.

Manty was, too, although the Lupo had missed her at a glance; after all, they had a double date themselves...the Manticore needed her girlfriend to bear witness to the thicc she was exposed to on a daily basis. It just wasn’t fair. “Hey, Tommy...why do you think...everyone started coming today? We’ve had posters...for a couple weeks now.”

“Oh, Gav started telling people about it, too.” The Archosaurian was still seated in front of the chair. “Estelle is an Archosaurian, isn’t she?”

“She is...Why do you ask?”

The Caster looked back at her tail. “In my village, there’s a lot of arguing about which is better - big or small tails. I wonder if other Archosaurians have that debate, too.”

...The Specialist had a feeling she knew the answer to that.

#arknights #arknights fic #tomimi (arknights)#provence (arknights)#manticore (arknights)#blemishine (arknights)#shamare (arknights)#suzuran (arknights)#whislash (arknights)#nearl (arknights)#pramanix (arknights)#don't ya just love a tag cloud #nice to see a lot of rare names in it #shamare's on my mind now #gonna e2 her next #for teh funz

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years ago

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Unicorn P1

REAL LIFE COUPLE: TBS X READER X GZI RATING: SEXY

I smirked as I laid back on the bed gasping for breath my hand in my head as I calmed down best I could staring up at the white ceiling trying to avoid gus sat in his little bed watching us as he usually did, and d Salvador on the windowsill, at least he wasn't watching he didn't give a shit what was going on. "Tommy?" She asks beside me as she too stared up at the ceiling fixing her red lace nightie "Yeah?" I asked her still a little tried out "Do you ever get bored?" ".... What do you mean bored?" "Like, of sex? Together?" "What- what are you getting at here honey?" "Do you ever get bored of us having sex?" "No. I'm thrilled. I'm quite content darling. Why do you ask?" "Just thinking" "I like sex with you, do you... Not like having sex with me?" "I like it" "So... Why are you asking if I'm bored of it?" "I don't know, maybe we could... Spice things up" she encouraged "As in... Handcuffs? Spanking? Sexy lingerie? What angle are we working at here?" "Eh, that's all kinda boring still," she says "Honey. Will you please just... Speak your mind, even if it bad I just wanna know what you're actually thinking about" "I think I want to go unicorn hunting," she says laying her head on my chest "Hu?" I asked a little confused but smiled playing with her curly hair anyways "you can buy it on Amazon?" "Not an actual unicorn Tommy, that's just what it's called" "What what's called?" "Tommy... You remember when we went on holiday in the snow" "I remember it well" "And there was that nice warm hot tub in the snow" she smirked pressing kisses up my chest "And you decided to go in the snow completely naked?" I remind her "Wasn't that fun? And exciting? and sexy?" "It was, I did like hot tub sex" "And do you remember when we were in La and I kept kinda flirting with Chris" "Ummm I remember" I sighed still a little jealous I have to admit. "And you remember when we were in Germany for your show and I kept saying how cute Anya was?" ".... How long have you been thinking about this without telling me?" I asked sitting up "A year or two?" "So... Pretty much as long as we've been dating?' "Kinda, yeah" "Why do you have a weird fascination with making me jealous?" "Your fun when you're jealous" "So potentially you wanna bring someone else into... The sexy time?" "Yeah" she nods "Okay, not Chris. Or your housemate" "Why?" She whines "Because Chris is in La so it wouldn't be fair... And he's more attractive than I am. And not your housemate, he's already seen my dick and it's weird enough" I sighed laying back down "That's fair, and if we rule out everyone more attractive than you Tommy were never gonna find anyone" she laughed laying her head on my stomach "Hey!" "Love ya" she giggled "Love you too" I smiled giving her a kiss.

"Sophie?' she suggested as we sat in my car "Ehh. Not that into Sophie" I shrug "We could call Dylan?" "No. I'm not adding fuel to that Goddam fire of someone finds out about it" I sighed "and... I'd rather it not be a guy, not the first time we do it because it's going to be complicated so maybe a girl first" "yeah, I see your point. What about Jessie?" ".... Okay that's the best suggestion I've heard all week" "I don't think she would think?" "No?" "She's not as crazy as I am" "You said it honey not me," "Love ya" "Love you too, you can't keep saying that to get out of things you know" "It works" she shrugs "I know" I sighed ".. ooh what about that uhhh ohh what's her name, blonde hair, massive sunglasses, really likes gus?' "Chloe?"

"yes that one, I like her"

"I like her, don't wanna have sex with her," she says as we parked up

"Fair enough hun. Right, you're going to get your tattoo touched up, I am going for groceries?"

"Yep, and have a wander in the sex shop see if you can find anything fun" she says sorting her handbag

"I'm not going in a sex shop on my own, someone spots me it'll be on Twitter, or Instagram. The update time is only fifteen minutes remember"

"Twelve they got faster"

"Damn it. they're getting quick, we wanna look at sexy stuff we will do it on the computer okay?"

"Fine, see you in a bit"

"see you in a bit" I smiled giving her a kiss before she climbed out the car and went off to get her tattoo touched up, I drove down the street a bit to the supermarket to do some shopping. I kept thinking about it, I didn't know how to feel in all honesty I mean I'm not gonna turn down a threesome I'm not an idiot. But I don't know, I feel like I'm opening a door that I might not be able to close, still it's only a bit of fun. I could always put my foot down about things it it got out of hand, whether or not she'd listen to me is a completely different matter. I wondered around a good long while making sure I got everything and as I headed out my phone rang

'Gzi <3'

so I answered, "Aww Hi honey you all done?" I asked her

"Yep, all done at the coffee shop around the corner I'll order for you"

"Aww Thanks You know what I like"

"I do" she smirked

"What? what's that... smarty little tone for?"

"I uhhhh May have found someone" she whispered

"Yeah? who?"

"You'll find out" she smirked before hanging up

I was nervous, but egar to find out so I loaded the car and walked around to the little coffee shop where I spotted her sat at a table with three cups of coffee, so I headed over "Hey honey" I smiled giving her head a kiss as I sat down

"Hey Tommy" she smiled

"So?"

"so?"

"who have you found?"

"Someone... I think you'll like. and I like."

"Okay," I said a little nervous sipping my coffee Ohh I needed that, I need more coffee.

"This Must be Thomas then" A voice asked I looked up and saw a girl, with a plait of Y/H/c in a little purple dress with black fishnets, and what looked honestly like motorbike boots

"Uhhh yeah, Hi" I said getting up offering my hand she smiled taking it and giving my cheek a kiss before she sat on the other chair

"This is y/n, we met in the tattoo shop she was getting work done too" she smiled holding my hand clearly very excited, I sat for a while sipping my coffee watching the girls talk, about clothes, about tattoo's, and all sorts of other things, I was listening mostly I could see why she got so excited about this girl, but someone she just let in a tattoo shop?

"So, what did you think? about what I was telling you?" she asked y/n

Y/n sipped her coffee, crossed her legs and turned to me looking me up and down a little "I'd be down if you are"

"Wait you... told her?"

"Yeah," "Honey, maybe it's not a good idea to go around telling people about this?"

"relax, your secret's safe with me. this wouldn't be my first unicorn hunt" y/n smiled "Look I gotta run but you guys can think it over, you have my number anyway darling" she smiled giving her a kiss and then my cheek a kiss before getting her backpack and heading off out the shop, we finished our coffee in silence and headed back to the car

"Are you mad at me?"

"I'm not... mad at you. How many people did you tell?"

"Just y/n, we were waiting in the shop and we got talking she's really nice I got her number because I wanted to chat with her honestly she seems really cool and fun, either way I made a new freind"

"Okay well I'm glad you like her, and honestly.... I like her too she seems cool definitely someone I wanna get a drink with maybe hang out in the garden and stuff but... I don't know if she's the one?"

"She's Bisexual"

"She is? Hu.

"And she's been a unicorn before so she knows how it works,"

"True"

"And she has great tits"

"she did look like she good tits" I said as I drove "... so how does it work then?"

"Like tinder, or like a friend with benefits does Tommy, we're horny so we call her up she comes over and we have sex?"

"wait, we have sex? as in me and y/n? You and y/n? me and you? or is this-"

"It's a freeforall"

"Okay, Can you have sex with her on your own when I'm... away for example?"

"Yes,"

"Can I have sex with her if your away?"

"Yes."

"do we have to tell the other we did?"

"If you want I don't care, if she becomes our proper unicorn she'll just be there like an open relationship but just between the three of us"

"I am.... Okay with this. But I wanna meet with her again have her over again before we"

"Before we all fuck each other?"

"yes."

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seance · 4 years ago

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2020 content creator tag

RULES: answer the questions and then tag 10+ other creators to answer the questions!

finally got around to do this, terribly late i know and i’m sorry but i swear i wasn’t ignoring all the incredibly talented people who tagged me! thank you so so much for thinking of me guys ♡ probably lost some @ in the process cause my notifs are a mess. @goinesjennifer @juliesmolina @faeryglass @almondchestnut @olisgifs @andyoudoctor @yenvengerberg @iridescentides @juliesmolinas

first creation and most recent creation of 2020: god, i already said this but giffing really became my #1 coping mechanism this year so i have a LOT of stuff just from this year. the first one is this THE WITCHER INTRO CARDS gifset and the most recent is actually my julie’s gifset from yesterday but i’m not satisfied with it so! i’m gonna say this KLAUS AND FIVE PARALLELS gifset instead.

one of your favorite creations from 2020: oof, this is super difficult because i get attached to most of my creations, even if they don’t come out as i initially hoped. i’ll go with this five gifset BIRDS HOVER THE TRAMPLED FIELD just because it’s a perfect example of a rare occurrence aka when both my inspiration and my vision and my skills align and i manage to create something exactly how i first imagined it. and also because i think there’s not better fitting poem for this man.

a creation you’re really proud of: i have a few but maybe this ODE TO NUMBER FIVE gifset just because i had a very specific vibe i wanted to give off and i think i managed alright with the colors, texture and design choices! and then i can’t not mention this YOU WERE ALWAYS GOLD TO ME gifset just because i literally poured all my heart into it. this song and these people mean so so much to me.

a new style you tried this year and a gifset that uses it: my style really evolved at the speed of light starting july and i still can’t believe the things i learned once i just let myself try. i keep having new ideas and trying really hard not to dismiss them and see if they work out, telling myself it’s okay if they don’t! i think this ALLISON HARGREEVES gifset basically has it all: the blending, the font work, the shape play. or even this JATP + BODIES OF WATER type of style, complex blending such as this one WILLEX SUPERSTAR is slowly becoming my trademark and i’m not mad about it, i love playing around with fonts like i did in this ALEXREGGIE gifset even if i know it gets really crowded and hard to read sometimes, or even with lines and block of colors like i did here JATP BORN FOR THIS, i finally got back to play around with textures JATP SCRAPBOOK and even JATP DISCOGRAPHY i also tried my hand at creating entire new “atmospheres” playing with specific visual choices like i did in the HARGREEVES AS PARANORMAL INVESTIGATORS set.

your favorite coloring: okay you guys know coloring is easily my favorite thing to do in the world and i’m usually pretty proud of every outcome because i remember how difficult it was for me, for years i thought i would never learn but i still did it, all by myself just keeping trying like a madwoman lmao basically all my the umbrella academy gifset are my pride and joy because did you see that show? how shitty the lighting is? gifmakers need a miracle every single time. so i’m gonna list a few that i still look at fondly ♥

THE SEVEN HARBINGERS OF THE APOCALYPSE

WILLIE AND CALEB

YOU CAN SET YOURSELF FREE (HARGREEVES)

SEASON ONE FAVORITE EPISODE

ALWAYS GOLD TO ME

THE OLD GUARD + RICHARD SIKEN

a creation that took you forever: basically everything i do ahah just because one way or another i always get stuck on something for hours at end be it the fonts or the colors or the scene choices. but i’d say this STRONGER + HAGREEVES SIBLINGS gifset just because my inspiration went off and i decided i wanted to try a bunch of different techniques all at once and my brain didn’t let me rest until i did it all. to think it all started with just that “everyone will know me by a different name” line, oh my god.

your creation from 2020 that received the most notes: this VANYA + HER SIBLINGS LOVE gifset with 15.406 notes that i kinda hate because what’s up with that font? and the ugly coloring?! totally gonna remake this one because they deserve far better.

a creation you think deserved more notes: oh my god deep down i want to be selfish and say so many because that number never really match the effort i put in most of my gifs but i’ve also learned not to get too bitter about that, few people rb it, even fewer people comment on it but those people are worth more than anyone else. if i had to chose i’d say either the ALWAYS GOLD TO ME set just because it means so much to me, this ALEXREGGIE set that was so fun to make and i love how the colors and the font work came out, this VANYA + EMPATHY set, and this SWEETIE LITTLE JEAN one.

a creation with a favorite scene/quote: i rarely do actual, canonical quotes and i never use just one scene gsjds- so i’ll go with this DIEGO + LOVE FOR HIS FAMILY one even if i don’t like the font and again ALEX&REGGIE being themselves.

a new fandom you joined and a creation you made for it: considering i was already the umbrella academy and the witcher obsessed i’d say the old guard (YOU KNOW ME WELL) and julie and the phantoms (FAVORITE FRIENDSHIP)

a creation you made that breaks your heart: oh, if you know me even one bit you also know i thrive on angsty feelings, they’re usually my main inspiration not gonna lie so choosing is not that simple! again, this KLAUS AND FIVE parallels gifset because of the sheer tragedy of their lives, this SWEETIE LITTLE JEAN five gifset, this KLAUS HARGREEVES one and this I WANNA BE NUMB AGAIN, this DEAR FORGIVENESS, YOUR BOOKER because this man is a walking tragedy (and this PIECES OF ME DIE ALL THE TIME too for good measure) and then this HARGREEVES SIBS + DAUGHTER gifset.

a ‘simple’ creation that you really love: i have brainworms and once i’ve learned how to do something i never manage to come back to the things i did before so i’ve rarely made “simpler” things lately. maybe this JATP + TIMES OF DAY still qualify.

a creation that was inspired by another one (add both your creation and the one that inspired it!): this FAVORITE JATP CHARACTERS with the circle text inspired by this gifset by the loml @evakant // this JATP ROLES with the triangles technique inspired by this work of art by @anya-chalotra and this WARRIOR JULIE set with the text layout inspired by a lovely gifset that now seems to be deleted :(

a favorite creation created by someone else: i love everything my mutuals make but there are some people who really pushed me to always learn more and their gifs are still my absolute favorite thing to date. for example: this THE OLD GUARD TAROTS set by @milkovivhs // this incredible HARGREEVES SIBLINGS one by @yenvengerberg // this GERALT OF RIVIA masterpiece by @anya-chalotra // this CROWLEY set by the queen of colors herself @meliorn

some of your favorite content creators from the year: really too many to count, my mutuals inspire me every single day, the keep my creativity alive and seeing their creations on my dash is always such a treat! so, all the above for sure and then: i‘m stupidly proud of @sunsetscurving i saw her grow into the giffing process with such speed and such vision, everything she does is so pretty, but all my mutuals are incredibly talented. they don’t do anything half-assed, everything they do perfectly mirrors their efforts! @captainheroism @emeraldphantoms @nora-reid @amandaseyfried @rockyblue @juliesmolina @juliesmolinas @lettersdeeplyworn @jakeperalta @kennyortegas @merceralexs @alexreggieluke @calebcovington @andyoudoctor @almondchestnut @iridescentides @number5theboy @evakant

and for good measure, another a couple more creations of yours that you love: excluding all the above i’ll go with

JATP FAVORITE QUOTE

HARGREEVES AS GREEK DEITIES

YOU ARE HERE TO RISK YOUR HEART

THE JATP GEMSTONE SERIES x / x

SOBRIETY IS OVERRATED

AMOR C’HA NULLO AMATO

IF MEMORIES COULD BLEED

this took me so long that everyone else already did it before me so i don’t think i can tag anyone, if you’re reading this and feel like doing it please feel free!

#text #creator tag meme #ari.txt #my eyes are burning so bad this took SO LONG #aodgsd- how did you guys do it so fast?!#maybe i just gif too much sh*t lmao #love you all with ALL my heart

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bombshellsandbluebells · 5 years ago

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Ron Weasley, Peggy Carter, Raven Reyes, Will Turner.

Oooooh some good ones I don’t think I’ve ever been asked about!

Ron Weasley (my BOY)

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (in the BEST way because I love how human his flaws make him)

otp(s): Romione

other ship(s): I can see the appeal of Rarry

#noromo ship(s): Harry/Ron are the BESTEST of friends and people need to stop forgetting how joined at the hip these two are. They share a brain. Also I love him with Luna because they both genuinely like each other and find each other funny and are both absolutely thrown by the other thinking they’re genuinely funny, which is cute.

crack ship(s): I mean he 100% had a massive crush on Krum but I don’t know if that counts as a crack ship

fav headcanon(s): Ron is the Mom friend. He shows his love by taking care of people. He’s a huge touch guy - he’s constantly giving people hugs, pats on the back, etc. Sometimes when he knows Harry’s feeling down he’ll just shove his way into his bed and cuddle him - it happens even more after the war, and sometimes Harry will just look at Ron and Ron knows that means it’s Hugging Time. They get so comfortable with it that they’ll just sit there in a conversation with someone else with Ron just hanging off Harry and neither of them acting like it’s a big deal.

He learns to love to cook for his family and provide good food for them like his mom did for him. He’s the one that learns most of her recipes and they spent a lot of time together in the kitchen after the war. The only one who can make food as good as their mom, the Weasleys all agree, is Ron - which is good, because Hermione is an abysmal cook.

He’s the one that takes a more active role in taking care of his kids too and the household duties. Not because Hermione won’t, but because her job ends up being so taxing and Ron loves taking care of his family and kids. (He does talk her into setting a strict schedule for herself though. Sundays are family days and unless a new dark wizard is back, she is not allowed to touch any work for the whole day.)

(I could keep going but I’m going to stop myself.)

Peggy Carter:

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav

otp(s): Cartinelli

other ship(s): Steggy, though I’m not the biggest shipper and I ship it a lot less post Endgame haha, Peggy/Sousa

#noromo ship(s): her friendship with Jarvis is so GOOD and I love them

crack ship(s): none that I can think of

fav headcanon(s): She 100% played a role in Tony’s life and nothing will tell me otherwise. She was (awkward on and off again) friends with his dad. She was besties with his caretaker/true father figure. She was definitely Aunt Peggy to him and adored him.

But to make a lot of Tony’s characterization and the fact they never see each other in the MCU work, I imagine they had some sort of falling out - either around the time Peggy seemed to have her falling out with Howard or after Howard’s death. Or maybe after Jarvis’s death. I imagine Tony pushed her away and eventually they hardly talked anymore. It’s one of his deepest regrets. He didn’t go to her funeral only because he felt like he didn’t have a right to.

Peggy is a terrible cook but really great at all other household chores and super handy. She refuses to call anyone for help when things break and will get them back in working shape through the power of her will alone. When she lives in the women’s apartment building, she gains a reputation as the person you should call if your fridge breaks down or you need to hang a new shelf or whatever. She gets a lot of requests to come fix things and she always does. Sometimes the other women try to pay her and she always refuses, though sometimes she’ll accept her pay in the form of homemade treats. One time she got a full pot roast for fixing someone’s heater. Usually, she just likes the women to keep her company and chat with her while she works.

Raven Reyes

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (again, in good ways! her flaws are great!)

otp(s): none

other ship(s): I’m coming around on Braven; also see the appeal in Raven/Echo and Raven/Luna

#noromo ship(s): her and Murphy are little shits together and I adore their friendship; also her and Echo, her and Monty, her and Emori (basically her and all of Spacekru)

crack ship(s): I get the whole Raven/Anya thing haha and wish we could have seen them interact

fav headcanon(s): Raven spent a lot of nights growing up over at Finn’s place instead of her’s to avoid her mom. His parents fully accepted her and treated her as one of their own, always willing to let her stay there, though there was a lot of tension between them after Finn got locked up. Her mom would often trade her rations away for booze, so Finn usually split his rations with her growing up. Raven also started offering to fix things for people for payment, even before she was officially working as an Ark mechanic - usually for food. If you had something broken that you knew the Ark government wouldn’t give a crap about, you knew to go to Raven Reyes, who’d probably fix it better than anyone else the Ark would’ve sent anyways.

She and Murphy end up bonding a lot on the Ring about their mothers and their childhoods. They talk a lot about what it was like to have to scrape by for food when your own mother didn’t seem concerned with feeding you. They relate to each other in a way none of the other Ark-borne kids on the Ring do.

She has nightmares of ALIE long after the AI is gone, horrible dreams where she watches her own body move without her and do terrible things to the people she loves. She stops wearing the color red for awhile, even though it used to be her favorite color.

Will Turner

(I’ve never been asked about him!! Yes thank you!!)

overall: who? / i hate them / i dislike them / kinda wanna fight them / they’re alright / i like them / i love them / *accidentally drops thousands of pictures of them*

opinion: again, who??? / the purest bean / cinnamon roll / who knows really / sinnamon roll / the problematic fav (yes, he’s all three)

otp(s): Willabeth

other ship(s): Will/Jack

#noromo ship(s): also Will/Jack

crack ship(s): Will/Calypso!!!! lmao he is her new ferryman

fav headcanon(s): Will accepts his new duty as ferryman for the dead and never wavers in it, and so he never is cursed or starts growing things out of him and yes I am ignoring the movie that shall not be named because it’s BULLSHIT. He is a kind ferryman. Davy Jones is terrifying, the sailors say. He’ll drag you to his locker as you scream for mercy and trap you in never-ending torture. But then when sailors die at see, a young man with kind eyes and a soft smile approaches them instead. “It’s time to move on now,” he tells them, and when the sailors say they don’t want to, he asks, “Are you scared of death? It’s nothing to fear really. But there is another option if you’d like.”

No one is bound to his service. They can stay on his crew for as long as they’d like, and when they’ve finally had enough and they tell him they’re ready to move on, he let’s them.

Calypso is well pleased with him. She comes to visit him often and he always has tea (and rum) on hand for her when she does. They usually gossip about Jack.

Great picks!! Thanks!!

#ask game #raven reyes #ron weasley #will turner #peggy carter

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foreverandalwayscrysis · 6 years ago

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The 100 Ask Game

I was tagged by @talistheintrovert and @prophecy-gurl, the loves of my life <3

1. What Station on the Ark would you be from? Mmm, probably Go-Sci or Alpha, since my dad was a geneticist - maybe they’d put me in Medical or something lmao.

2. What would you get arrested for on the Ark? Standing up for injustices/trying to help people who were being treated unfairly.

3. Would you take off your wristband when you landed on the ground? Yeah, I’d give it Monty.

4. What would the necklace Finn would make for you look like? (Clarke: deer/Raven: a raven duh..) Maybe a dolphin/whale or a turtle.

5. If you could resurrect any MINOR character who would it be? WELLS!!!!

6. Create a squad of 5 characters to go on missions with. Who are they? Bellamy, Clarke, Monty, Harper, and Murphy.

7. What Grounder Clan would you belong to? Either Floukru or Trishanakru.

8. What would your name be in Trigedasleng? I think they’d just change the “sha” part to a “sah” or more of a hissing “ss” sound, so it’d be Ay-sah, instead of what it is currently, Eisha (pronounced e-sha).

9. Thoughts on Finn? Some people hate him, and others love him, so I’m curious. He was a good character to have on the show and I think they wrote him well, but I definitely never loved him.

10. Be honest. How willing would you have been to take the chip without knowing all the horrible things it does? I wouldn’t have been that willing.

11. What character do you relate to most? my homegirl Clarke - we even have the dead dad category checked off!

12. What character do you like the least? Echo kom get lost. She was a grounder in a cage, and she should’ve stayed a grounder in a cage.

13. Describe your delinquent outfit. (Would you wear something like Murphy’s jacket with the spikey red shoulder patch or have a trademark like Jasper’s goggles? Be creative, yet practical) Mmm, jeans, combat boots, a full-sleeved t-shirt with either a cardigan with pockets or a jacket

14. Favorite type of mutant animal? Oooh, I LOVED the two-headed deer we saw in season 1. I wouldn’t mind more crazy forest animals.

15. What would your job be on the Ark? Medical assistant/scribe, something along those lines.

16. Would you have willingly pumped Ontari’s heart if Abby asked? Yeah, I don’t get squeamish easily (I’ve watched surgeries on YouTube aksdjlk), and if I can help Clarke in any way, I’m doing it.

17. If Lexa wasn’t Heda, but she was still alive, then who would have made the best commander? Indra by far.

18. How would you act if you ate the hallucinogenic nuts like Jasper and Monty? Honestly, I’d get super emotional.

19. How would you have dealt with Charlotte’s crime? A more John Murphy approach or Bellamy Blake approach? The Blake approach.

20. Who should have been the Chancellor, if anyone? Ideally, no one - every station/govt gets equal representation and people listen to actual problems.

21. Would you have been on Pike’s side like Bellamy or on Kane’s side? Or Clarke in Polis? Kane’s side - and maybe I’d go to look for Clarke but I’d die within a day, so.

22. Mount Weather had a lot of modern commodities. (example: Maya’s iPod) What is the one thing you would snatch while there? A tablet/phone, anything to read from or play music on tbh.

23. What would your Grounder tattoos look like? Hairstyle? War paint? No tattoos, possibly dark war paint on my face or arms, and a short-to-medium hairstyle, either a variety of braids or pinned back.

24. Favorite quote? “Your life can be more than just impossible decisions and a tragic end. You can choose to live.” - Wells Jaha

25. If all of the characters were in the Hunger Games, who would have the best shot at winning? Lincoln, Luna, Anya, Indra, Bellamy, Clarke, I can’t pick.

26. Least favorite ship? Favorite canon ship? Favorite non-canon ship? NOT INCLUDING CL OR BC OR BE

Favorite canon ship: Marper

Favorite non-canon: Wellven, Ice Mechanic.

27. A song that should be included in the next season? If there had to be another guest star like Shawn Mendes on the show, who would you want to make a cameo? I am so behind on all music lately, it’s sad. I’d love to hear some Florence or Hozier but I really want Shawn back - he can’t just disappear!

28. What would you do if you were stuck in the bunker with Murphy for all that time? Oh gosh, um - well at least we wouldn’t go crazy from isolation alone. I’d read, sing, maybe dance around/stretch to keep from atrophying, rearrange stuff and then rearrange it again, complain about Blarke being oblivious idiots in love.

29. You’re an extra that gets killed off. How do you die? Spear! Or poisonous berries. Maybe multiple arrows.

30. A character you’d like to learn more about and get flashbacks of? MY TRUE QUEEN DIYOZA

31. A character you’d bang? Besides Bellamy? Wells.

32. Would you stay in the Bunker? Go up to Space? Or live on your own in Eden? Yeah, I’m gonna stay in Eden.

33. In the Bunker, would you follow Octavia? What would you do to pass the time underground? Unless I wanna get killed, yeah. Do the minimum to stay out of sight and her warpath. I could see myself writing diary entries I guess.

34. What crime would you commit in the Bunker that lands you in the fighting pits? Oooh - them finding my diary entries and seeing how negatively I feel towards Blodreina.

35. Up in Space, who would you bond with first? Who would be the most difficult for you to get along with? Either Monty or Harper. Echo and I will not be friends.

36. How long do you think you would last on Earth by yourself? I honestly don’t know. I’d like to think I’d make it a year.

37. When the Eligius ship lands what do you do? Ahaha, run and hide, possibly misguide them if I can do it safely.

38. Favorite Eligius character? Least favorite? Favorite: DIYOZAAA. Least and worst: McCreary.

39. Would you Spacewalk? Maaaybe? I have a fear of heights and assuming it’s lessened and/or gone by the time I’ve gotten used to space, I’d be open to the idea.

40. Would you prefer to eat Windshield Bugs, Space Algae, or Bunker Meat? Windshield Bugs, baby.

41. Would you start a war for the last spot of green on earth? What would your solution be to avoid it? No, the war wouldn’t solve anything. It’s all about compromise - everyone wants to live, and people like to stay in their communities, so we’d need to figure out a way to build cities/towns that help all different kinds of people.

42. Would you rather dig out flesh-eating worms or stick thumb drives into bullet holes? Dig out flesh-eating worms, no doubt.

43. Are you willing to poison your sister for the Traitor Who You Love? What would you do to stop Octavia? If my sister became Octavia-levels of crazy, yeah, but I’m not a shoot-first kinda gal so I’d try to reason and logic my way into dismantling everything.

44. Would you go to sleep in cryo or stay awake like Marper? I would sleep, but it can depend on who else wants to stay awake.

45. Who are you waking up first to explore the new planet? My faves, Bellamy & Clarke, followed by Miller, Murphy, Raven (staying on the ship), Diyoza, Shaw, and Emori. And if someone needs to be the scapegoat, Echo.

This was super long but I had fun answering these questions!! Tagging a few people below: @lameblake @chase-the-windandtouch-the-sky @captaindaddykru @nvermindiseeyou @clarkgriffon @anne-shirley-blythe @hopewolves @chants-de-lune @goddess-clarke @aainiouu @loveisalwayswise @harpermacintyre @hermionegranger @fen-ha-fuck-you @frecklessbellamy

#anyone feel free to ignore me or do this #these were fun questions #ask games #random #mine #eisha rants

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marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer · 8 years ago

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #167

BTVS 6x15 As You Were

Stray thoughts

1) Don’t you hate those loser guys who are working the same job as you are and yet they still believe they’re better than you? I hate them with the firey passion of a thousand suns. Pretentious twats.

TODD: You see, Buffy, the thing you gotta learn about the Palace, and this takes a while, is that job security all boils down to one simple thing. Politics. Now, I'm not a political animal, but you learn fast around here or it's wham! Hello, glass ceiling. I mean, it's not like we work at Burger World, or the Happy Bun, where the power structure is simple. No, here at the Palace, you gotta keep your friends close, but your enemies? Closer. It's like Machiavelli says. You know Machiavelli, right?

BUFFY: Tall guy, bleached mullet, works day shifts? TODD: I'm sorry. My bad. I keep forgetting you dropped out of college. BUFFY: I'm reapplying. TODD: Good luck with that. Well, gotta motor! Don't wanna be late for night school. BUFFY: You go to night school? TODD: I'm working on my MBA. Think I wanna spend the rest of my life cleaning grease traps?

2) Now, this truly was a low point��

VAMP: What's that smell? Geez, Slayer, is that you? BUFFY: I've been working! VAMP: Where, in a slaughterhouse?! BUFFY: Double Meat Palace. VAMP: Ohhh. You know what? Let's just call it a night. If it's all the same to you, and you've been eating 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? VAMP: Really, it's, it's cool, I'll just catch you next time.

A vampire walking away from you because of how awful you smell? That must hurt… It’s no surprise she needed a little comfort after that...

3) Low point, meet lower point...

BUFFY: Oh, for Pete's sake. Spike?

SPIKE: Ah, it's a fair cop, you caught me, Slayer. However, in all honesty, I think we have to say this one doesn't count. After all, I wasn't exactly hiding.

BUFFY: No, Spike. SPIKE: No? What kind of answer is that, you haven't even heard the question yet. BUFFY: I don't have to. We both know what you're thinking. SPIKE: And we both know... that I'm not the only one thinking it.

BUFFY: No! Not here.

And yet...

The writers really wanted to make a point of how this was their dynamic as a couple (or whatever they were), with Spike always pushing, Buffy always saying no and yet eventually giving in. Of course, the situation was quite different when she said no and really meant it. But there’s no need to get ahead.

4) Oh, we get it, the sex was rough.

DAWN: Rough night? BUFFY: The usual.

WILLOW: Hey, workin' lady. Rough night? BUFFY: Why does everybody keep asking me that?

DAWN: Some vamp get rough with you? BUFFY: He's not getting any gentler.

5) Look, even if you find Dawn annoying, you gotta admit that her being the biggest Tara/Willow shipper is the cutest (and enough reason to love her a little, okay? so please try and love her a little?) And Willow is actually acting so mature about the whole thing, so much progress for her!

DAWN: Big wedding coming up... lots of date possibilities... you and Tara are speaking again. You wanna call her? Invite her over? WILLOW: Oh, no. Too soon for so bold a maneuver. But if I did call? She wouldn't hang up on me. DAWN: That's progress! WILLOW: Hence the happy.

6) Poor Buffy…

Was she really ready to go back to college at this point, though?

Riley: *shows up* Me:

I’m mostly kidding, though. I don’t really mind him in this episode, and his presence gave Buffy the much-needed perspective to try and get her shit together.

8) Iconic!

RILEY: I want to explain, I just don't have time. I've been up for 48 hours straight tracking something bad, and now it's come to Sunnydale.

9) I get why she left with him. Buffy was in her prime while she was dating Riley, and she had been feeling like shit for so long she’d almost forgotten what it felt to be great and heroic, to just feel good. She’s so excited to leave the Doublemeat Palace because she’s probably reading into what Riley is proposing as her chance to get her fire back, to go back to her glory days.

This crappy screenshot doesn’t do justice to her facial expression, but she looks hopeful and nervous and excited. She’s feeling something other than numbness, and I’m kinda happy for her, even if it was because of Riley.

10) I love the joke, but at the same it made me wonder... didn’t Riley keep in touch with Xander or anyone? Or didn’t he keep track of Buffy from the shadows? Didn’t he know she’d died? Did no one bother to try and tell him? I mean, Willow traveled to L.A. to tell Angel, but Buffy’s “love” during season 5 was Riley... (this only proves my theory that not even the characters cared about him, but in real life, no matter how bland and boring Riley was, someone would’ve told him his former girlfriend had passed away.)

RILEY: I hear ya. Got some, uh ... big stories to tell you to. If we ever get half a second. BUFFY: Did you die? RILEY: No. BUFFY: I'm gonna win

11) So, anyone else thinks Riley omitted mentioning he was married on purpose? They were hanging out for quite a while before his wife showed up…

12) This reminds of Buffy in the Prom.

ANYA: No! I've been through too much planning this wedding, and it is going to happen. It is going to be our perfect, perfect day if I have to kill every one of our guests and half this town to do it.

13) Yeah, that face… he was keeping quiet about his marriage for a reason…

14) This is how you do BFing.

WILLOW: Just so you know? I'm prepared to hate this woman any way you want. BUFFY: Thanks, but no. I don't wanna seem all petty. WILLOW: Well, that's the beauty! You can't, but I can. Please. Let me carry the hate for the both of us.

15) Yes, I’m Willow.

Xander: *compliments Sam*

Wilow:

16) Come on, can we really believe that the guy who couldn’t even kill himself right was behind this international scheme? Because I can’t.

BUFFY: So, demon eggs. Any timetable on when they're gonna hatch? RILEY: Hatching's not the problem. SAM: We think they're gonna be sold on the black market. There are some foreign military powers that would love to have their own Suvolte. You could never train it, but drop it on an urban population... RILEY: And it cleanses the area. DAWN: Is that a nice way of saying it kills people? SAM: Lots of 'em. Money's been exchanged. There's a dealer in town, calls himself The Doctor.

17) Buffy was kind of oblivious about how obsessed Riley had been about her.

SAM: Maybe not for you. I gotta tell you, Buffy, I'm a little bit intimidated. I mean, patrolling with the real live Slayer, you're like... Santa Claus, or Buddha, or something. BUFFY: Fat and jolly? SAM: Legendary. And it's not just slayer status I'm talking about. It's you. BUFFY: Riley talks about me? SAM: He didn't say anything for a long time, but I could tell. He was ripped up inside.

That sounds about right.

18) And of course, she goes to Spike. I mean, she was feeling like crap, and even though being with Spike would make her feel like crap afterwards, it was a quick fix to make her forget how shitty her life was and to make her feel loved and cherished and also powerful.

BUFFY: Tell me you love me. SPIKE: I love you. You know I do.

BUFFY: Tell me you want me. SPIKE: I always want you. In point of fact- BUFFY: Shut up.

And it’s all very clinical, there’s no passion or heat or desire.

19) And then...

Spike was such an idiot, though, mostly because he’s a fucking vampire and he can’t help but be self-involved and apathetic. Like, he cared more about gloating about how he’d gotten Riley’s girl more than about how Buffy was feeling while she was sitting right next to him, embarrassed and humiliated.

20) Okay, this is why, in my opinion, it didn’t make sense for Spike to be the Doctor.

BUFFY: Look, the Doctor, it can't be Spike. SPIKE: No need to defend me, luv.

BUFFY: Look, it can't be, okay? He-he's too incompetent. It's just Spike, Riley. RILEY: Right. Deadly... amoral... opportunistic. Or have you forgotten?

I’m not saying Riley was wrong in his description of Spike. He was completely right. “Deadly, amoral, opportunistic” describes Spike to a tee. But he doesn’t have the kind of smarts necessary to come up with and carry out this type of scheme. He lacks the ability to actually follow-through with stuff. He’s impatient and reckless. He doesn’t think long-term. And even though he is opportunistic, he’s more the “steal the change from the tray”-“go shopping at the dump”-”get a kitten loan to play kitten poker” kind of opportunistic. He really never thinks or plans large scale. His mind just doesn’t go “worldwide smuggling demon eggs” scheme. That’s just not how his brain works.

I understand that it was convenient to have Riley show up and be a righteous hero while exposing Spike in all his vileness. It makes for a very striking contrast and juxtaposition. Or it’s a “metaphor” for whatever the writers had in mind. But I don’t care how much you hate Spike, I think we can all agree it doesn’t make a lot of sense to have him be the Doctor, right?

21) This was a much needed moment, though.

RILEY: By mission parameters I'm done here. But I have authorization to take the Doctor out. Do you want me to do that? BUFFY: Do I want you to... How can you ask me... I'm sleeping with hi-him. I'm sleeping with Spike.

It’s the first time Buffy had admitted it so bluntly. When she broke down with Tara, she merely implied it and let Tara fill in the blanks on her own. And here she is, admitting she was sleeping with Spike to the one person who probably hated Spike the most, and to whom admitting it was probably the most humiliating for her. She almost chokes on the words, but she gets them out. And I think saying it out loud made it real. And owning up to it opened up her eyes and helped her made the choice to break things off. I mean, as long as she kept it secret, it wasn’t real. She could pretend it didn’t happen, you know?

22)

BUFFY: And then you come back... and did you wait until your life was absolutely perfect and then send that demon here so you could throw it in my face?

I think he actually did.

23) Poor Buffy...

RILEY: Hey! You want me to say that I liked seeing you in bed with that idiot? Or that blinding orange is your very best color? Or that that ... burger smell is appealing? BUFFY: You smelled the smell?

24) I do appreciate his words for Buffy, though.

RILEY: Buffy, none of that means anything. It doesn't touch you. You're still the first woman I ever loved... and the strongest woman I've ever known. And I'm not advertising this to the missus... but you're still quite the hottie. (...) So you're not in the greatest place right now. And maybe I made it worse. (...) Wheel never stops turning, Buffy. You're up, you're down... it doesn't change what you are. And you are a hell of a woman.

But... I kinda feel this was the writers' way of redeeming Riley, to give him the heroic Nice GuyTM sendoff they messed up in Into the Woods. You see, in that episode, they actually tried to make us root for Riley, to cheer Buffy on as she ran after the boy who had treated her like shit. They had Xander spewing a supposedly inspiring speech to encourage Buffy to follow her heart, while he only knew one side of the story and then quickly dismissed the facts he ignored because they didn’t fit the Riley is a Perfect Boyfriend and You’re Underestimating Him narrative. But I think fans didn’t buy that bullshit. I know I didn’t. When Buffy broke up with Riley, I was rooting for her. Just as I was rooting for Buffy when she broke up with Spike in this episode. Both were the right calls at the time. But the writers probably still wanted us to think Riley was Good, as opposed to Spike, who was Bad. Well, guess what? They’re both Bad. Riley might have a nifty-looking scar now and cool gadgets and an awesome wife, but he still treated Buffy like shit.

25) Don’t you find it ironic that the guy she thought she loved or who she thought was deserving of her love basically told her the exact same words the vampire who she swore she would never love will later tell her? (”You’re a hell of a woman.”)

26) Ugh they’re so extra, I hate them.

I repeat, I’m Willow.

27) I love this moment so much…

SPIKE: So she's back. Thought you'd be off snogging with soldier-boy. BUFFY: He's gone. SPIKE: So, you come for a bit of cold comfort? The bed's a bit blown up, but then, that was never our... BUFFY: I'm not here to... And I'm not here to bust your chops about your stupid scheme, either. That's just you. I should have remembered.

SPIKE: So this is worse then, is it, this is you telling me... BUFFY: It's over. SPIKE: I've memorized this tune, luv. Think I have the sheet music. Doesn't change what you want. BUFFY: I know that. I do want you. Being with you... makes things... simpler. For a little while. SPIKE: I don't call five hours straight a little while. BUFFY: I'm using you. I can't love you. I'm just... being weak, and selfish...

SPIKE: Really not complaining here. BUFFY: ...and it's killing me. I have to be strong about this.

I love it for the honesty. She's not hiding behind her righteousness, and she doesn’t shame him or humiliate him by calling him a thing, a monster, disgusting (even though he is all of those things.) There’s only truth about her feelings. She wants him, he makes her feel good, for a while. But she doesn’t, and she can’t, love him, and it’s unfair to both of them to continue like this. And she apologizes to him and calls him William. He’s a not a thing anymore. He’s an equal, deserving of the minimal human deference on her part. And even though I am a Spuffy shipper, I love Buffy first and foremost, and I wouldn’t want them to be together if it was at the expense of her own sanity and well-being. So yeah, they needed to break up if they were ever to work out as a couple. (I was so naive!)

28) And I love how she walks out of his crypt because you can see she understands that getting better and letting go of this unhealthy behavior is going to be a challenge but she’s finally ready to face it. She’s not scared anymore.

#Buffy the Vampire Slayer #BTVS #Buffy Summers #Spike #Riley Finn #Spuffy #MTVSepicrewatch #BTVSrewatch2015 #As You Were #mine #recap #btvsrecap

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journalymaddie · 7 years ago

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Unusual Asks Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? spotify tbh is your room messy or clean? messy af bro i'm not even gonna lie what color are your eyes? green do you like your name? why? i wanna drop the m to my name (be called adison instead of madison) what is your relationship status? single & having a blast describe your personality in 3 words or less: obnoxious, happy, confused what color hair do you have? light brown what kind of car do you drive? color? haha i don't drive where do you shop? i fuck w h&m sooooo heavy how would you describe your style? teenage white girl favorite social media account: this dog meme account on twitter. i luv it what size bed do you have? queen bro any siblings? yes!!! 2 if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? anywhere??? idk i would love to live in greece but i don't wanna deal with the language barrier. probably hawaii tbh. i belong by the ocean favorite snapchat filter? eh i like the pig one favorite makeup brand(s) proobbabbllyyy tarte. they always putting out bangers. or morphe, they good on a budget how many times a week do you shower? a lot bro but i barely ever wash my hair favorite tv show? new girl haha that's my shit shoe size? 8 i think how tall are you? 5'4? sandals or sneakers? sandals,,, or no shoes at all do you go to the gym? hahahahha no i probably should tho describe your dream date: we go somewhere in public, so that i know he's not hiding me. he takes me to eat somewhere and we split the bill. we have similar interests and we make each other laugh. at the end of the night, i kiss him on the cheek when he drops me off. he texts me when he gets home and says goodnight :') how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? 0 money what color socks are you wearing? none haha what the heck how many pillows do you sleep with? rn i have like 4 do you have a job? what do you do? ye i'm a seafood clerk how many friends do you have? a decent amount & im grateful for them all whats the worst thing you have ever done? cheated on someone who was very sweet and deserved nothing but good things whats your favorite candle scent? cinnamon for sure 3 favorite boy names: kendall, alix, idk what else 3 favorite girl names: eleanor, kendall, addie/addison, favorite actor? cole sprouse hello daddy ily favorite actress? i really enjoy the girl who plays sophie in mama mia. i think her name is like amanda siefred or something who is your celebrity crush? high key kendrick lamar,,,, lowkey cole sprouse favorite movie? mama mia lol goat do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? no :( i wish i did. i have a very short attention span money or brains? i mean i don't have either so really what's the point do you have a nickname? what is it? madi how many times have you been to the hospital? bruh ,,, a lot idek top 10 favorite songs: 10???? bitch i don't have the time for that do you take any medications daily? ye. zoloft, melatonin, and my birth control what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) oily as heck what is your biggest fear? i don't really have one. i'm scared of everything at this point how many kids do you want? 2 maybe 3 whats your go to hair style? bun lmao or french braids what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) small apartment who is your role model? i don't rlly have one bro. i'm my own role model what was the last compliment you received? lol autumns brother called me cute what was the last text you sent? to toria how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? like 10 or 11 i think what is your dream car? bro. black SUV keep with double doors opinion on smoking? live ur life bro do you go to college? not yet what is your dream job? dermatology or dietitian would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? suburbs, i really like people do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? lol yea do you have freckles? HELLA do you smile for pictures? um yes what the heck how many pictures do you have on your phone? over 1000 that's for sure have you ever peed in the woods? ya do you still watch cartoons? sometimes do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? anyone who says mcdonalds is a fucking sociopath Favorite dipping sauce? i really just like ketchup tbh what do you wear to bed? underwear and tee shirt have you ever won a spelling bee?lmao no i've always wanted to tho what are your hobbies? art, writing, journaling can you draw? if i try hard enough yea do you play an instrument? nooo but i should what was the last concert you saw? pnb rock lol yikes tea or coffee? tea 💪 Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? dunkin has better coffee but i pay for the brand with starbucks do you want to get married? yea actually what is your crush’s first and last initial? i don't rlly have a crush rn. i'm talking to this one boy and he's pretty cool but ion know him like that are you going to change your last name when you get married? i don't really want to but i probably will what color looks best on you? pink!!! that's what people tell me at least do you miss anyone right now? yea tbh i miss anya & toria do you sleep with your door open or closed? rn it's open but i like it closed do you believe in ghosts? i'm sure they do exist but i've never had an experience with one so i'm not completely convinced what is your biggest pet peeve? #alllivesmatter last person you called? my mom lol to ask her about dropping the m in my name favorite ice cream flavor? moose tracks hehehe regular oreos or golden oreos? regular for milk, golden for plain chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? choco what shirt are you wearing? my moms motorcycle shirt lol what is your phone background? kendrick 😍😍 are you outgoing or shy? outgoing tbh do you like it when people play with your hair? sometimes but i get nervous that their might be dandruff do you like your neighbors? kinda. some of them hate me do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? mostly at night have you ever been high? ya have you ever been drunk? ya last thing you ate? pizza favorite lyrics right now: i had to do it, i want your body, your music summer or winter? summer bicchhh i hate being cold day or night? day dark, milk, or white chocolate? DARK favorite month? maybe august or july what is your zodiac sign? Aquarius hahaa who was the last person you cried in front of? i don't remember the last time i cried. probably autumn and haley tho

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marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer · 8 years ago

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MTVS Epic Rewatch #166

BTVS 6x14 Older and Far Away

1) Older and Far Away is the perfect kind of episode to follow up the dark and gritty Dead Things. Shit had gotten too real, so it’s a welcome change of pace because it allows us to breathe a little bit while at the same time advancing the season arcs without crushing us to pieces, you know? It’s also filled with fun moments, and it’s always nice to see ALL the characters interacting in the same situation.

2) Credit where credit’s due, Dawn was trying hard to be a team player and not complain (too much... she’d already complained last week) about Buffy not being there as often as she’d like her to be.

BUFFY: I'm sorry. DAWN: It's okay. BUFFY: No, we're gonna sit down and have a real dinner. Someday. I hate having to run out in the middle, it's just, you know, there's this thing out there. Definitely non-vampire. DAWN: I understand. Well, maybe when you get back we can set up for your party tomorrow.

BUFFY: Yeah. Uh, this could take a while though, I wouldn't wait up. Besides, Willow promised to be on birthday patrol, so there's nothing left for us to do. DAWN: Right. BUFFY: Okay, so, finish dinner, homework, and don't stay up too late, all right? DAWN: Okay

3) Honestly, how much do you love her?

4) I love this line because I love Buffy and Tara and their relationship.

XANDER: No, the party. Or, Tara ... at the party. WILLOW: Oh. XANDER: It's just ... Buffy really wants her there. It seems important to her, so I told her I'd ask you.

Tara was Buffy’s confidante at this point in the season, I think mostly because Buffy really needed someone who wouldn’t judge her and someone who was removed from the situation. The fact that they weren’t that close to begin with is actually what brought them together and the reason Buffy could open up to Tara in a way she wasn’t able to with Willow or Xander.

5) Apparently, Dawn had an amazing time at the mall...

So... I get that the writers were using this shoplifting thing to show that Dawn was craving attention, but she’d been at it for over a year now and no one had noticed, so maybe she should’ve gone for a different attention-grabbing tactic?

Also, it surely can’t be that easy to shoplift a fucking leather jacket, right?

6) This is really sad, though, and I wish the writers would’ve focused on exploring Dawn’s feelings of abandonment and loneliness in a different way. It’s kind of a stretch to connect her shoplifting with how she actually feels, I think there should be a more subtle metaphor or something? I don’t know. Like, I get this is a way in which teenagers act out sometimes, but I expected a bit more from this show. (at the same time, this is just like the rest of the in-your-face “metaphors” that abound in season 6...)

GUIDANCE COUNSELOR: I know there's been ... a lot of loss..

DAWN: Yeah. Kinda. I mean, yes. People keep... people have a tendency to go away... and, I miss them. And sometimes... I wish I could just make them stop. Going away. But seriously, it's, it's no big deal. I'm fine.

I mean, it’s such a heartbreaking feeling, and we can all relate to this, you know? I just wish they would’ve found a better way to translate this feeling into Dawn’s behavior.

XANDER: So, who's coming, you invite anyone else? BUFFY: Just you guys. Willow, Tara. The gang. Oh, and Sophie from work.

(that’s what they were thinking, and so was I.)

8) Ugh these two, I love them so much.

BUFFY: Hey! You made it!

TARA: Of course, sweetie. So, how're you doing? BUFFY: Oh, you know. Better. Mostly. Sometimes. TARA: So, is, um... Spike coming? BUFFY: No. He may be a chip-head, but... he still doesn't play too well with others. Besides, I'm definitely not ready to, to...

TARA: Come out. BUFFY: Yeah. I'm all ... stay-inny.

First of all, they are both so happy to see each other. But what I love the most is that Buffy doesn’t even try to pretend her meltdown didn’t happen. She’s owning up to what she told Tara, she’s addressing it and being honest (which goes to show just how badly she needed to talk to someone about what she was going through.) Also, she doesn’t even need to explain how she feels, Tara understands completely (she even completes her sentence for her!)

9) Remember when Buffy said “ Like I'm one of those losers who can't make friends outside her tight little circle? No. I'm friendly.” Well, it seems Spike was really intent on not looking like one of those losers because he brought Clem along. And like, I love this so much? First, I love Clem, I think he’s precious. But also, I love the fact that Spike is the kind of person/vampire that needs a friend to tag along when he’s in a social situation that could cause him anxiety (I also get that he probably thought “if I bring someone along, Buffy will take pity on them and won’t kick both of us out...”) because let’s face it, he was showing at Buffy’s birthday party uninvited but he was also probably kind of freaking out about hanging out with all the Scoobies. You know, that type of pressure anyone feels when they’re meeting their significant other’s friends and/or family for the first time. I can see him thinking “what would she think if her friends don’t like me?” And then he would realize that they actually hate him, hence Clem (his security blanket.)

10) Bless Tara and Clem. This two would make the cutest sitcom duo ever, FYI.

SPIKE: Stupid git! TARA: I don't know. He seemed ... cute. W-was he cute? I mean, I'm not a very good judge, but... I think he seemed cute.

CLEM: I think he seemed cute, yeah.

11) Oh, but that’s hardly a “no”, Buffy...

SPIKE: You wanna slip away for a minute, luv? BUFFY: What? SPIKE: I'll let you blow out my candles. BUFFY: Here. Now? I don't think so.

12)

WILLOW: See? It's a battery-operated back massager. And it's portable so you can take it with you on patrol. BUFFY: Wow. WILLOW: It's like, instant gratification for all your little acheys.

Also, Willow? That’s hardly a best-friendy gift. A back massager? Like, get her an actual dildo.

13) How come no one questioned how a 15-year-old girl could afford a fucking leather jacket?

(at the same time, I love that Buffy didn’t think the worst of Dawn immediately, but more on that later.)

14) Now, this is a best-friendy gift, Willow, take a hint.

15) How old was Sophie?

BUFFY: Welcome! Uh, we're somewhere between, uh, presents and cake. There is gonna be cake eventually, right? SOPHIE: Hey. Uh, my mom told me to say thank you right away, 'cause, otherwise I usually forget. So, thank you. And, also, um, I can't have any, any chocolate, or, or peanuts or egg yolks.

ANYA: Is this the friend you brought from work? BUFFY: Yes. SOPHIE: A-and sometimes dairy. BUFFY: No problem.

16) Plot twist!

17) ICONIC.

SPIKE: I had... a... muscle cramp. Buffy was, uh, helping. TARA: A muscle cramp? In your... pants? SPIKE: What, it's a thing. TARA: Right.

18) This is a rule that should be reinforced in every household. Well, there are exceptions... sometimes people do want to be eaten... and maybe jokes can be made about it...

BUFFY: We do not joke about eating people in this house!

19) This outburst really came out of nowhere, though. Like, I get that Dawn was needy and sad and lonely, but they had just spent 12+ hours together, it’s time to wrap up the party, sweetie, I don’t care how lonely you are. Also, it wasn’t like they were “leaving her”, they had actual obligations to comply with.

BUFFY: I think the first priority has to be to find a way out. DAWN: Sure. Of course you all wanna leave. 'Cause being stuck in here with me, that would really suck, right?

WILLOW: No, Dawnie! It's just, we have more important things to do. DAWN: Yeah, I know. Important. Whatever that means, right?

Also, don’t you want people to hang out with you because they actually want to instead of because they are magically compelled to do so? They were hostages, basically.

20) CLASSIC DAWN HAHAHAHAH

21) Tsk, tsk, Willow.

BUFFY: Well, we don't have any in the house. We got rid of everything. WILLOW: Actually ... not everything. I, uh... might have ... kept one or, or two things. Sort of.

But.. she was honest. She could’ve kept quiet and let them try to figure it out on their own. Or she could’ve kept quiet and try to fix it all on her own (and fall off the wagon in doing so.) This was the most difficult option for her because she had to come clean in front of everyone but more importantly in front of Tara. She knew she might be decreasing her chances of getting back together with her by admitting she’d been keeping a magic stash. But she still chose to be honest, which was a huge step for her.

22) Poor Ricky, though.

Was anyone surprised that Buffy’s birthday party turned into a death party?

23)

BUFFY: What did you want? DAWN: Nothing. BUFFY: Dawn, come on. DAWN: No. You don't know! You have this thing you do. You have all these friends. You have no idea what it's like. BUFFY: What are you talking about? I don't know what, what- DAWN: Being alone! BUFFY: You're not alone! DAWN: Then why do I feel like this?

Mostly, because you’re a teenager. Being a teenager is equal parts wanting to be left alone to die and cursing the world for leaving you alone in the first place. What a beautiful age!

24) I present thee, asshole Anya.

TARA: I'd say we do another spell, but I, I think we've tried everything. ANYA: Well... that's not completely true, is it? I mean, not everything. Not exactly. We're sitting here with an incredibly powerful witch... much more powerful than you, Tara, I'm sorry... only no one seems willing to say it. WILLOW: I can't. ANYA: No, see, that's not exactly true either. Not can't, won't. WILLOW: You don't know how much I hate this. I don't know if there's even... anything I could do. ANYA: Yes... and a good way to find out is to sit around and try nothing. That was sarcasm, by the way. SPIKE: Look- WILLOW: It's dangerous. ANYA: And so is all of us dying! XANDER: Will... look, I don't wanna gang up on you... but Anya kinda has a point. We brought you back from it once. We're all here, it's just one little spell, whatever happens, we can bring you back again. WILLOW: No. I can't. If I start, I... I might not be able to stop. ANYA: And whose fault is that? You know, if you hadn't gotten so much of this in your system in the first place- TARA: Hey! You're gonna back off! She said no, and that's it. You're not gonna make her do something that she doesn't want to. And if you try... You're gonna have to go through me first. Understood?

I love Willow so much in this episode because she’s really trying hard and you can see her struggling but being relentless in her decision not to use magic. I just hate that Anya had to come off as such a big asshole in order to make Willow look good. (and Anya is kind of an asshole for the rest of the episode, btw.) I think it’s an odd choice to have Anya be the one to bring it up and in such a confrontational way. I mean, Spike is right there! It would’ve been SO easy to have him be the one to try and force Willow into doing magic. But Spike and Tara are really on the same page here, and I love that. See? Both Anya and Xander had only been witness to and victim of the most surface-y stuff Willow had done because of her addiction. Tara, on the other hand, had been violated in quite a perverse way. And Spike had witnessed how Willow had put Dawn in an extremely dangerous situation and then had seen her break down and desperately ask for help. I think that memory wasn’t an easy one to forget. And you can see how he tries to intervene on Willow’s behalf when Anya continues pushing the issue, and how he shakes his head when Xander suggests “it’s just one little spell, we can bring you back.” (first of all, NO ONE brought Willow back, she brought herself back and the only one we’d seen helping her out was Buffy! Not Xander, not Anya! BUFFY! So it really seems they were talking out of their asses.) Also, I hate Xander’s “I don’t wanna gang up on you” because that’s exactly what someone who’s about to gang up on you would say. And Xander’s is such a fan of ganging up on people, in case you hadn’t noticed.

And then, TARA. Goddess, cinnamon roll, precious Tara. She understands the timing is not right for her and Willow, but she sees how hard Willow is trying and she is not about to let anyone get in the middle of her recovery. And this is so out of character for her but also in character? Tara is not naturally confrontational, which is something that I love about her. But you mess with someone she loves and she will destroy you, that’s a promise (think of her death stare in Tough Love when Glory was trying to get the identity of the key out of her...) This is a very important moment for Tara as a character, okay?

25) I know the writers needed Dawn’s room searched so that her secret would come out, but yet again it was at the expense of Anya coming off as a dick. (this is sort of in character, though. Anya has always been about survival and self-preservation so far.)

26) Like I said before, I do appreciate that Buffy didn’t jump to conclusions and gave Dawn the benefit of the doubt. And even when it dawns on her that her little sister had really been shoplifting, she still tries to defend her.

ANYA: Half this stuff is from the Magic Box. How could you do this? I work hard at that store, and I helped you! I took care of you. This is how you say 'thank you'?

BUFFY: Anya, hold on, okay? Tell her you didn't do this. Tell her it's a mistake.

DAWN: No!

BUFFY: Oh. DAWN: Buffy... ANYA: How are we supposed to trust you, Dawn? I mean, you... you say you didn't put us here, but look at this stuff! How are we supposed to believe you?

BUFFY: Look, I don't think she- I don't think it's all her fault, okay? She ... there was a guidance counselor, or someone pretending to be a guidance counselor, she, she made Dawn make a wish.

See? That’s the reaction of someone who has been ganged up on so many times that she can’t stand to witness someone else going through that even if they kind of deserve it.

27) I LOVE THIS MOMENT. (click this link, you won’t regret it.)

Now, why do you think both of them pretended not to know the other?

28) I love how the show always used the demon world to comment on society.

TARA: I thought vengeance demons only punished men who wronged women. HALFREK: Oh, that was Anya's little raison d'être. Most of us try to be a little more well-rounded. And actually, we prefer 'justice demon.' Okay? FYI.

29) See? Willow goes forward with her honesty policy, and it works. Tara’s so proud of her!

WILLOW: Thanks... for before. And, and for taking this stuff with you. TARA: No problem. WILLOW: Just so you know, I was never... gonna use it. I mean, not really, I... I just kept it like a safety net. 'Cause... there was always this... thing in the back of my head. This, you know, voice, saying, like, 'what if things get bad, I mean really bad? And what if you can't handle it?' And it made me panic, so... that's why I kept a couple of things. I... kept them so I didn't have to think about it, so I could focus on... on getting better. TARA: I get it. I really do. But it's time to work without the net, Will. You know, I don't know if you noticed, but it actually did get bad in there. Really bad, and... and you still said no.

30) And they’re finally free to go...

#Buffy the Vampire Slayer #BTVS #Buffy Summers #Willow Rosenberg #Tara Maclay #MTVSepicrewatch #BTVSrewatch2015 #mine #Older and Far Away #recap #btvsrecap

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