<3 <3 Buffy and Faith, post s7 sometime, no comics canon.
FaithFaith is looking for Slayers. Where she looks, she finds: girls on the basketball court, watching as the ball soars into the vaulted roof, thumps through the basket with perfect strength; girls who put down their books on summer afternoons and stretch out, as though something deep within their bodies feels different. On a city street in Lagos she watches as a girl smashes a man’s face, returns an elderly lady her handbag, and sits down on the dusty roadside and cries, with amazement and wonder. In a rural hamlet in England Faith stands with a girl, silently, as dust swirls down in the churchyard around them. In a high school in Georgia Faith is quiet as a girl with stubble glares at the men’s room mirror
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It is sweet, you were absolutely right! Thank you, I really love this.
As it is (nearly) Galentine's Day and you deserve celebrating too, you are a beautiful sunflower for many reasons! Your writing, whether it's fic or everyday posts, is compelling and skilled and enjoyable; you are impressively capable and clever; you have a very similar taste in books and TV to me, which means I get to steal them from talk about them with you. I feel lucky to know you.
(Fun fact: I went swimming after work and told myself I was a noble land mermaid.)
Aha, you are totally a noble land mermaid. (I love the phrase: it's so magically evocative.) Thank you for your kind sunflower-explanation! I feel very lucky to know you in return. <3
FaithFaith is looking for Slayers. Where she looks, she finds: girls on the basketball court, watching as the ball soars into the vaulted roof, thumps through the basket with perfect strength; girls who put down their books on summer afternoons and stretch out, as though something deep within their bodies feels different. On a city street in Lagos she watches as a girl smashes a man’s face, returns an elderly lady her handbag, and sits down on the dusty roadside and cries, with amazement and wonder. In a rural hamlet in England Faith stands with a girl, silently, as dust swirls down in the churchyard around them. In a high school in Georgia Faith is quiet as a girl with stubble glares at the men’s room mirror ( ... )
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As it is (nearly) Galentine's Day and you deserve celebrating too, you are a beautiful sunflower for many reasons! Your writing, whether it's fic or everyday posts, is compelling and skilled and enjoyable; you are impressively capable and clever; you have a very similar taste in books and TV to me, which means I get to steal them from talk about them with you. I feel lucky to know you.
(Fun fact: I went swimming after work and told myself I was a noble land mermaid.)
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