#SERIE

[eyothings]

It is actually so wild to read that today ? Because i remember perfectly 20 years ago Spike was the favorite to the whole fucking fanbase in my surrounding! Not spitting on bangel, but before rewatching the entire serie this last month, the ship didn't mark us as much as spuffy did. For a lot of people Spike was the favorite of the whole show and on every fucking mouth, and i trully think that he is actually the one who marks the beginning of my love for anti-heroes .

No wonder i'm such a bitch for Frank Castle and many more in that vibe - dear God they are so human, it hurts ! Everytime we would just say Buffy, people would say Spike - no hesitation.

I'll stay in my delulu and just think that "love" for Angel, was only to promote the show! It feels like they tried to gaslight us about Angel being insanely loved, when no one really cared about him nor his serie, it wasn't that popular in my country. Maybe i'm wrong, but Spike and Buffy sure did mark a whole generation of ennemies to lovers - lovers.

getting into buffy late in the game is so wild beacuse like... what do you mean angel was the favorite love interest?? what do you mean he's supposed to be buffy's true love, supported by the cast, crew and promo materials??

him??

over spike, who's better for buffy in basically every way??

like, 2000s baby here, but before my friend encouraged me to start watching buffy, pretty much all i knew about the show was "vampire show with the lesbian witches and that rlly popular enemies-to-lovers ship"

but now i'm looking at merch and magazines from that time, and angel is the guy everyone loves?? joss whedon gave us HIM

and thought we wouldn't fall in love?? thought we'd go for angel, who has the most clear ~first love interest who either dies or becomes evil to make way for the better love interest~ i've ever seen in my life??

absolutely wild.

[nickeverdeen]

Taken pt. 1 | Mom!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Pairings: Natasha x reader (family)

Type of fic: Action, Domestic family life, Angst

Warnings: None (if you find any do let me know)

Ps: This serie is gonna be around 10 chapters long

Your age in this part: 14

Parts -> 2

Summary: Despite not being Natasha’s daughter by blood, you two have formed one of the best relationships a mother and daughter can have, but when trouble arise and Natasha isn’t there to protect you, she’ll do whatever it takes to get you back.

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The faint hum of the refrigerator was the only sound in the quiet apartment. You leaned against the counter, idly munching on an apple as your eyes scanned the note on the fridge. Natasha’s familiar handwriting read:

Kiddo, I’ll be home late. Don’t wait up. Be good. Love you.

It wasn’t unusual for Natasha to work late, so you didn’t think much of it. She trusted you to handle yourself, and you’d grown used to nights like this. After all, you were fourteen now—plenty old enough to take care of yourself for a few hours.

Tossing the apple core into the trash, you changed into your comfiest clothes, finished your homework, and tidied up the small mess in the living room. By the time you were done, the clock read just past 9 p.m., and a wave of sleepiness settled over you.

Yawning, you turned off the lights, leaving only a dim glow from the kitchen to guide Natasha when she returned. Climbing into bed, you pulled the covers over yourself, letting the familiar scent of home lull you into a half-asleep haze.

But then, faintly, you heard something.

It was soft—barely a sound—but enough to stir you. At first, you brushed it off as the creak of the old apartment settling or maybe a neighbor upstairs. You turned over, shutting your eyes tighter.

Until it came again. Closer this time.

Your heart thudded, and your senses sharpened. Something felt off.

Sitting up slowly, you strained your ears, trying to catch the faintest sound. For a moment, there was only silence. But before you could convince yourself it was nothing, your door flew open, and a shadowed figure lunged at you.

Adrenaline surged, and you reacted instinctively—just like Natasha had taught you. You twisted out of the way, grabbing a lamp from your nightstand and swinging it at the intruder. It shattered against their head, making them stumble back.

But they recovered quickly. Too quickly.

You ducked as they lunged again, this time catching their wrist and twisting it with all your strength. They grunted in pain, and for a brief moment, you thought you might actually get away.

That was, until you felt the sharp jab of a syringe in your throat.

A cold, burning sensation spread through your veins as your vision blurred. You fought to stay conscious, but the drug overtook you almost immediately. The last thing you saw was the shadowed figure looming over you before everything went black.

The lock clicked softly as Natasha stepped into the apartment, her boots scuffing against the floor. She glanced at the dim glow from the kitchen and smiled faintly, shutting the door behind her.

“Kiddo? I’m home,” she called, her voice warm but tired.

No response.

She assumed you were asleep, so she moved quietly, setting down her bag and heading toward your room. But as soon as she stepped inside, her blood ran cold.

The room was a mess—your bedside lamp was shattered, books and clothes scattered across the floor. Her sharp eyes darted to the broken frame of the window, glass shards glinting on the carpet.

“Kiddo?” she called again, louder this time, urgency creeping into her tone.

Still nothing.

Her heart pounded as she searched the apartment, finding more signs of a struggle—overturned furniture, broken dishes, and scuff marks on the floor.

It didn’t take long for her to piece it together.

Her hands clenched into fists as she stared at the destruction. The memory of her last encounter with a Black Widow operative came rushing back, and a sickening realization settled in her gut.

The Red Room.

They had you.

Natasha’s jaw tightened, her mind racing as she forced herself to stay calm. The thought of you—her daughter, her family—being dragged into that world made her stomach churn with rage and fear.

She grabbed her phone and made a call, her voice steely as she spoke. “We have a problem.”

As the line disconnected, Natasha stood in the wreckage of your room, vowing to do whatever it took to get you back.

Whatever it took.

[nghtcrwling]

Rivals (2024)

★ like or reblog if u save

[zanephillips]

STEVEN G. NORFLEET Beauty in Black 1.06 "Bang Bang"

[sustancy]

when I’m scrolling through a blog and see they reblogged one of my posts

[kurattes]

"a mere thousand years, and the era of humans will be here."

[admireforever]

Kisses

[cazzlered]

[olvaheiner]

Twilight of the Gods (2024-)

[gabbyp09]

[augustameretrix]

bonus:

[marejadilla]

Dina Brodsky, “After Vermeer”, 2011, oil on mylar, "One More Shelter" serie, Miniatures. Originally from Minsk, Belarus, lives in New York.

[kurayamineko]

[zanephillips]

Carlos Cuevas and Miki Esparbé Smiley 1.03 "Bringing Up Baby"

[sustancy]

aimee you were so strong. (sex education 2019-2023)