#summer calendar

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Seasonal Calendar |o.

Photo

• July 6 •

Warnings : Fluff, angst, screaming

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“- Don't move!”

The click of the camera catches him a little off guard as she has an amused laugh. Crystalline as the reflections of water, and he seems taken aback. The early summer breeze moves his hair, long enough to fit in a clip, honey-blond, with reflections of an ancient red. It takes his breath away, stretching him with the blink of an eyelash. Her purple dress, with a false tear to reveal the lace, seems quite short for a girl of her age, but he makes no comment. The black camera, a small professional camera that probably fit in the bunny bag on his back, reflects the reflections of the water, and for a moment, he wonders what she's just recorded.

“Thank you.

- Hm.”

With difficulty, the young woman passes the barrier, taking great care of the camera, surely to make sure she didn't damage it any more, obviously it had suffered a blow, the crack from the lens to the top button proves it, and his misplaced curiosity makes him wonder what could have happened to it.

“- A bad fall from a tree.

- Eh?

- The crack. The camera fell out of the tree.

- Oh.”

He looks away, as she seems to stare at the horizon as he does, the camera resting on her thighs proving that it wasn't the sea she'd photographed, but something around him. He couldn't help looking at her, petite, darkly styled, despite the Karakura heat, wearing black leather boots. Perhaps to enhance an already pleasant outfit, perhaps to make her more comfortable to walk in. He detailed every little thing about her, she had minty green eyes, she had a soft look, and she had a lot of trouble bending her left leg. Probably due to an injury. His light, resonant laugh again made him look away from her, completely.

“- Don't you want to see it?

- See it?

- The photo. Usually people tend to ask for it.

- I'm not interested.”

Another laugh, and he wrinkles his nose, but can't say anything. The unpleasant sound of the phone between his fingers rings and he doesn't really take the time to wait. She watches him run, then fixes the snapshot on the camera with a gentle smile.

-x-

“- Mily!”

The young woman looks up from her phone as she straightens up. The second time Hitsugaya had seen her, the second time he'd been struck by her. Her hair waved softly over her childlike face, and she had that mischievous, laughing look when she recognized him. Her black bunny bag was still on her back, and she'd swapped her dress for a more summery outfit, and he wondered how she managed to stay so untanned.

“- You're late, Ichigo.

- I'm sorry, we had a problem.

- So you need a roommate?

- If you don't mind.

- Visit and let me know afterwards.”

With a fluid movement, she swivels to accompany them to a small house, with a terrace, something traditional and modern at the same time. The front door seems abandoned, and she passes through the glass door, the one that leads directly into the kitchen, and into the living room. To the right, a corridor and several doors, and she opened the one furthest back, behind which was a furnished yet empty bedroom. It was pleasant, a bathroom just adjoining the bedroom, the rest was her corner.

“- Ichigo said you needed an office, there's an unused room just across the hall. The rest is my stuff. If you can't find me in my room, I'll be right across the hall.”

A nod, and she indicated that if he felt like it, he could live here. And he'd agreed, it would be nicer than putting up with Matsumoto's drinking parties. The blonde didn't seem to mind his somewhat forced flat-sharing, on the contrary, she tended to do a lot of things, taking on more provisions. She often asked him what he felt like eating and drinking. And even when he ran off, she didn't ask any questions, just watched him go, telling him to be careful. Hitsugaya had never really gone for a walk around the house; they had their own schedules, each on their own, and it suited her completely. When he went to the Soul Society for weeks, she still didn't ask any questions, just smiled at him when she saw him around the house. And soon he'd made his mark. There was snow falling timidly when he got home late, the month's mission was going to be a real problem, and it irritated him just to listen to the meeting. Usually, she was never there. Always locked away in her room or office, but this time, a whole pile of electrical equipment was spread out on the kitchen table, and on top of the laptop screen, the summer flow photo was displayed, digitally. The scene was rather mundane, yet breathtaking, and he didn't even seem to notice that she existed, lost in thought, watching the sunset from behind.

“- Ah, you're back? Are you hungry?

- What are these?

- Pictures?

- Of me.

- I asked if you wanted to see them.”

Touched, he looked at her, then at the computer, which she closed, leaving room for him to settle in if he was hungry. And it hadn't even really struck him, the idea that she'd taken so many photos of him, his brows furrowing, but she just has a laugh. The light one that makes him forget life itself.

“- Don't do so much, I'm not selling it on the black chew, no twisted will come to you for strange things.

- I hope so.”

The answer made her laugh again, and his fingers burned, the strange desire to run through it, see what she saw through the lens behind which Mily seemed to be growing. But he said nothing more, and scowled at the urge to open the screen, preferring instead to flee elsewhere, to his room, to start work straight away.

-x-

“- You're really unbearable, you know that?”

Her voice sounded a little raw, and Hitsugaya looked up from his eternal phone, abandoning the very idea of finding a Hollow for half an hour. He'd never heard her raise her voice, so he was surprised, curious as a magpie, and eager to know who the young woman was talking to, he'd come to see, just to be sure. And his blood had made a sharp turn, as he'd seen the frail body recoil, pushed back by the man's hand. The camera, obviously an object of discord, ended its life against the table with a clatter of glass, and he could hear Mily hold back a cry of terror. As if he'd just broken the neck of her favorite duck.

“But you're not well!

- I told you, cut the crap!

- Bullshit?! We're talking about my work!

- Your job? A utopia! You're a good-for-nothing!

- I…”

Anger and rage had overcome the man, and as he raised his arm, a crack as sinister as the camera lens was heard. The captain hadn't thought, he'd just reacted. A cry of pain rang out and the man turned, abruptly. A glint in his eye, the glint of the crazy people of the Eleventh, the glint of those who like to fight. Mocking and treacherous, it didn't even make him shiver.

“I can't believe you live with that loser.

- Don't you dare take it out on him!

- Your boyfriend just broke my arm!

- Because you tried to hit me!

- Maybe if I stab him, you'll change your mind!”

Horror, as he put his money where his mouth was. Mily's heart had almost stopped as she'd screamed. And he hadn't even touched her, his second arm ending like the first in one swift blow. Making him fall with a howl, a mixture of anger and pure pain. And Mily could only bring her fingers to her mouth.

“- Now beat it.”

The next day, Mily apologized, and he simply shrugged. When he returned late in the evening, the camera was there, lying with a crack showing the beast's entrails. And Hitsugaya still didn't know, even when he'd returned to the Soul Society, why he'd had it repaired before leaving. He simply left a note on it: “If he comes back, let me know. I'll take care of it. As a thank you, can I have the photo? The first one you took.” And he'd found it, nicely framed in black, with handmade snowflakes.

“- Captain, what is it?

- You don't see it Matsumoto ? A photo.

- Yes, I can see it… But…

- Don't make excuses for not working. Hurry up and make your report.”

[irate-iguana]

Posts that would be found on the Sunnydale High meme account, in roughly chronological order:

[yarboyandy]

I think he'll be ok with it

[vox-anglosphere]

Sunrise at 4:51 am illuminates the ancient megaliths of Stonehenge

[brutal4you]

btvs text posts

[likeafantasy]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER      (2x03) sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʜᴀʀᴅ

[uchiha-itachi-amaterasu]

[sunnydale-high-school-rumors]

PRO TIP if you figure out any free periods that you have that buffy doesn't, you can go to the library and actually have a really normal experience

Sometimes? But like you’ll still have to deal with:

Buffy’s weird friends hanging out with the librarian.

one of my friends walked in on the librarian fencing? With the air? And when he noticed her he just sort of threw it under the table and acted like nothing happened.

Another walked in on him and Ms. Calendar HEAVILY making out. He described it as “the type of thing you’d see if you opened the janitors closet during fourth period”

the librarian reading the weirdest books known to man.

also only half the books in the library aren’t weird cryptozoology shit.

Sometimes one enters the library and has a normal time. I did this morning. Today was a good day :3

[thepunkmuppet]

Buffyverse Characters - First and Last Appearances

↳ The Scooby Gang | Angel Investigations

[wonderfuldeath]

.o| Seasonal Calendar |o.

Tigger

• July 21 •

Warnings : Fluff, red flag behavior, sex, graphic

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“- Don't touch me! Do you hear me? I said don't touch me!”

The man struggles in every direction, kicking at his assailants, trying to get them to back off, but nothing works, hands grabbing him to force him to move down dark corridors, down stairs, several flights of steps before they bring him into a large office. Finally, they set him free, letting him regain possession of his limbs, before locking him up in this terrifying place. Kim Taehyung, 29, was a pornographic blogger who took terribly sensual, sometimes even sexual, photos of himself. He'd started his blog four years ago, when he needed money to pay for his studies, and he'd finally kept the job. But he didn't understand why he was here, or where this office was. Some strange guys had entered his apartment like mad, shouting incomprehensible words before dragging him into their black truck, which they had driven for hours before reaching this office.

“- Mr. Kim, please excuse my men. They're not exactly civilized.

- I'm going to sue you! You'll be in big trouble!”

A chuckle answers him, before the newcomer descends the stairs hidden behind the large bookcases. Taehyung remained on his guard, eyeing him, a black suit, a red shirt, a glass of alcohol. He'd read enough books to know this guy was a bad guy, now it was just a question of what kind of novel they were in: detective, thriller or dark romance? Taehyung took a few steps back as his host set his glass down on the desk, turning to look him up and down.

“- You seem taller behind the camera.

- I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh please, it's just us here. And I know you're V. The famous one. It took me so long to find you.”

He approaches, speaking softly, like a snake. The man lets his hands rest against V, caressing his sides, his arms. And Taehyung pushes him away, trying to hide behind his muscular arms, his eyes looking away from the creep. He turns his back on him, but the muscular arms prevent him from getting very far, making Taehyung's heart beat faster as he tries to let go. His elbow digs into the man's side, who groans in pain, as Taehyung runs off, reaches the stairs, climbs them as best he can, looking for a phone or something, when his eyes land on the handset, he rushes to it trying to reach the emergency services, but he can't, no dial tone.

“- Sorry, this line was cut off not long ago. But you can always try my phone.”

The host took it out of his jacket pocket, sliding it across the floor so as not to frighten the blogger any further, and Taehyung jumped on it, trying to dial the emergency number before hearing a noise. The man had pulled out a gun, pointing it at his head with a disappointed look, bending down to be level with him on the floor.

“- But if you do, I'll be forced to end your life. And I think someone will be very angry with me.

- What do you want from me? I-I don't have any money. I have nothing to offer you.

- Oh? But I can see plenty you can offer me.”

The man takes his phone back, but doesn't stop the threat of the gun, forcing Taehyung to his feet, trembling with terror. He backs him up to the desk behind him, forcing him to sit on it, coming between his thighs. Taehyung turns his head to the side as the stranger comes up to sniff his neck, his hands gripping his thighs as a scream passes the blogger's lips. Taehyung begs, tries to get the stranger to stop touching him, but it's no use, he can feel his shirt being ripped off, as disgusting hands try to undo his pants. He can feel the terrifying lump against his buttocks, before an expletive passes through the assailant's back. Something grabs him by the collar and throws him to the ground. Three bullets rang out under Taehyung's cries before the newcomer looked him up and down.

“- Are you all right?

- Don't hurt me. I'm sorry. Don't hurt me..

- He's breaking the.. Damn it. Call Suga. Tell him I'm bringing him back.”

The white suit jacket lay on Taehyung's shoulders as he followed the new individual. He didn't want to get shot like this poor guy, or miss being clearly raped again. He sat silently in the black 4X4, watching the road go by, trying to keep his bearings, before arriving in front of a huge property. Several buildings were in front of him, and outside, the said Suga next to Jimin, finally Taehyung's eyes lit up before he almost jumped out of the car, running to take him in his arms. Jimin obviously didn't think much of it, coming to respond to Taehyung's lively embrace too, checking to see if he was all right, despite the assault Suga had described to him.

“- You said nothing would happen to him if I let you manage.

- I can't help it if Polo Bleu was shady.

- Wasn't he your best man?!

- He was, until he tried to rape your buddy.”

Jimin looks at him angrily, and Yoongi throws up his hands in defense, saying it wasn't his fault the men were jerks. But Jimin didn't see it that way, and grabbed Taehyung's arm before following him to the largest building of the five, obviously the home of the man who had come to help him. Jimin rummaged through the large white dressing room, before handing him some clean clothes, not really sure what he was doing here. Reassured to see Jimin doing well. It was now a year since he'd disappeared completely from circulation, and Taehyung was scared to death of him getting into trouble for his work. But he couldn't say where he was, until he called to say he was fine and missed Taehyung, but couldn't tell him where he was or see him until Yoongi had given him permission.

“- Believe me, he'll regret it. You don't mess with my best friend without Park Jimin getting in his face.

- Do you think he did it on purpose?

- He'd better not. I swear on my life that if he did…

- I didn't send that guy to rape your friend!”

Yoongi seems annoyed by Jimin's words, and Taehyung smiles when he sees him wrinkle his nose. He pulls the kitten out of the room, while the blogger stays in his savior's bedroom. The man looked at him, clearing his throat, visibly tense. Long hair, doe eyes, adorable smile. Taehyung tried to hide again, terrified that the man would come to him for something unhealthy, but understanding him, his savior raised his hands in the air.

“- I can go out if you like. The bathroom's on your right, wear whatever clothes you want. I'll be in the living room if you need me.”

Taehyung didn't have much time to speak, his lower lips pursed as the stranger left without further ado. A slight sigh passes his lips as he leaves to take a shower. He wished he'd asked this guy who he was, just to know how to thank him. Taehyung would do that later, but first he needed a big, hot shower.

[duckwnoeyes]

I'm not sure how to articulate it, but I am obsessed w Giles/Willow and Buffy/Jenny being direct mirrors of each other and yet they all refuse to accept it. Giles wishes he could see himself in Buffy, bc yk that's his kid. But in actuality the two of them aren't all that similar, (aside from being gay for their arch nemesis). Buffy, as the kid forced into a destiny she doesn't want, is so much more like Jenny Calendar, which Lord knows is a fact Buffy is very uncomfortable with.

And then there's Willow wanting to see herself in her favourite teacher (Jenny Calendar) but actually being pretty much a direct mirror to Giles. To Ripper. While Giles is so adamant they are nothing alike, so there is no need to monitor what Willow is getting up to in regard to magic. Until the moment she drags her best friend back from heaven and tries to end the world and Giles is forced to acknowledge that Willow is the true successor to his legacy. (Gay and maybe sometimes evil)

(This makes Buffy and Willow a direct parallel to Jenny and Giles. Which could mean nothing.)

[clarkgriffon]

BUFFY THE VAMPIRE SLAYER 2x01 | “When She Was Bad” 

[teatimewithgiles]

btvs + tumblr text posts

[vapidlemon]

snap your friend out of his spiraling by shocking him with a bizarre callback

(a necessary sequel to this)

[hal-1500]

[the-sparkling-diamond-satine]

the thing about jenny calendar, cordelia chase, buffy summers, and anya jenkins that they all go, "look at that absolute loser man. i wanna fuck him so bad." and i love that for them