So as some of you might know, the Slayer package is coming with trippy weirdo dreams. I've never had one while I was here probably because your Big Bads are lame. Um, no offense ( Read more... )

Buffy paused in the street, gasping her first breath of crisp evening air. It was like she had been underground for months--wait. Her eyes hardened and she got her head back in the game, tearing off the hem of her burial gown and getting down to business. Coming back from the dead, she did this kind of stuff all the time. Or at least, the once ( Read more... )

This whole time-traveling thing gets exhausting after a while. And does it only work in New York. Not that I'm complaining, I love New York. City of stars--or it would be, if you could see any ever. But come on already, it's just lazy.

And what's the point anyway? [rubs at his hair] I've been to the past, the future, or I guess--does that make ( Read more... )

[ Zuko sure didn't like this place. It was weird, wired, and buzzing with an energy that felt more foreign than he could even bare to stand. While he'd done the whole feeling awkward and out of place thing for practically the last year of his life, that didn't mean he'd enjoyed it. It wasn't a walk in a park, and now this ( Read more... )

It had been six months, ten days, fifteen hours, and thirty-two minutes since Spike had last seen Buffy Summers. He stared down into the amber liquid this hipster bar called beer. It weighed on his heart, and while he knew it was pathetic to count, he found himself ticking the minutes off, and even the seconds, automatically before he could talk ( Read more... )

"Alright girls, that's enough. Now do a run around the island and I'll see you all in the morning. Go!" Suki clapped her hands together, and the newest generation of Kyoshi warriors went jogging off down the beach towards the distant rocks and trees, in sets of two and three, racing and laughing and generally not taking her instructions seriously. ( Read more... )

[ it's true, shaking your computer is a proven means of fixing it. ]

Am I going to need to get an exorcist for my computer now? Are there even exorcists who deal with computers, or is that a rooms only kind of thing?

I don't really want it spitting up pea soup when i'm at work, that might ruin the keyboard.

Peter's first thought, after making sure that Emma and everyone else was okay, was how could he get out of New York, and what was the fastest way to do it. He couldn't spent another day here, not after spending five years of his subconscious life stuck with Sylar in a New York that had very quickly stopped feeling like home. And now the real one ( Read more... )

It was another unexciting night in Ned's newly unexciting life. He swept up the Pie Hole and waved to Olive as she retreated upstairs, a lame smile tugging at his lips. Everyone was gone and he couldn't be more grateful. Every smile takes another piece from him; each pleasant word, each attempt at pretending it was all okay. Okay is the furthest ( Read more... )

[Spike was doing his rounds, just like any other night. It was slow, and he found himself wandering. The streets were starting to look familiar, and he realized he hadn't been out this way since the first night. The baseball diamond was around here somewhere, wasn't it? Wouldn't hurt to give it a peek, see if anyone new managed to fall into the ( Read more... )