I didn't post this yesterday, so it's going up today ( Read more... )

Dear Older!Buffy ( Read more... )

So, I got balloons. From some anonymous person. (Guy? Girl? Demon? Vamp?)

Anyhoo, thanks. I've never really thought of myself as someone who "rocks", but it pretty much made my day that some person out there thinks I do.

Thanks!

Buffy

Um. Wow. Thanks for the gift for Valentine's. That was totally unexpected and really not needed. No, seriously, you didn't have to do that except it made me feel better because, hello, this day is one of the most depressing days ever if you're alone on itThank you, though. I... yeah, I'm not sure what to say. Thanks. Again ( Read more... )

"That's so cool ( Read more... )

Pretty gloomy, actually. I mean, I'm a Slayer. The Slayer of this generation, the one that caused all sorts of probs because it's what I do best. I don't know; it just seems like it's my fault.

You'd think people would be grateful to be Slayers, but it seems really? Not so much.I look into the future and all I see is death. My death. It's bound to ( Read more... )

This is me being non-broody, because really, that's sort of Angel's deal anyway ( Read more... )

Yay.

Mr. Gordo.

Okay, technically? This is Mr. Gordo II, since the first one sort of got destroyed in Sunnydale, but I'm going to consider him mine because otherwise, I have nothing from my childhood. Well, other than Dawnie and my friends, but those are people, you know. Not exactly "things", per se.

It's "per se", right? What does that even mean? ( Read more... )

You know, it was your typical night of slaying duties for me. Walking around a cemetery, looking for vamps or demons to get, yada-yada. And then? It turned into a nightmare. Not because I was trying to save some lame-o guy roped up or because I ran into some demons plus a bonus vamp or even because it was all part of some bizarre human ritual. Nope ( Read more... )