my dreams remind me of an ocean
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At Leakycon we don’t say “I love you” we say “WE’RE WIZARDS WE’LL PARTY FOREVER TURN AROUND BRIGHT EYES HARRY I’M COMING HOME I...
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I have a request
related to a post I just saw about cashiers asking “Did you get everything you need today” or somesuch
my request is this: when...
Title: Ewoks, Homosexual Stimulation, and Captain Picard
Fandoms: Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Dollhouse
Rating: M
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Topher Brink/Andrew Wells
Summary: Topher Brink and Andrew Wells meet at Comic-Con, and sparks begin to fly. Andrew’s totally smitten, but Topher refuses to accept that he’s not straight. Will Andrew be able to get Topher to open up before they have to go back to their separate lives? Basically, if you like adorable, nerdy boy slash, this is the fic you should be reading.
Read the first chapter here! If you like it, please add it to your favorites or something, because I probably won’t post about it after this.
Anya Slays the Easter Bunny
Xander brings Anya to visit the Easter Bunny at Sunnydale Mall in an attempt to cure her irrational fear of all things bunny. Pure fluff and humor. An Easter gift for my Tumblr followers.
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“Wait, Sunnydale has a mall?” Anya asked skeptically as she and Xander walked towards a part of town she’d never visited before. It was a warm April afternoon, and the couple was enjoying a much-welcome lull in their Scooby duties. “I thought The Bronze was the only semi-tolerable hangout in this town.”
“Oh, it is,” Xander said, smirking. “Our mall’s pretty much a joke. Most of the stores closed down before my freshman year due to, you know, the Hellmouth, and now it’s more like an abandoned building with a Gap and a food court.”
“So remind me why we’re going there?” Anya was now fairly sure that her boyfriend was up to something. Before they’d left their apartment, Xander had grabbed her Polaroid camera off the counter, “just in case they saw something cool along the way.” He’d always been a particularly lousy liar.
“I want you to see something,” he said, and he was having trouble keeping his composure now. When she gave him a funny look and then turned away, she heard him make a noise between a man-giggle and a snort. She whipped around, facing him now, her arms crossed over her chest, blocking his way.
“Xander Harris, I’m not moving until you tell me why we’re going there. You’re up to something.”
“Me?” Xander asked, trying to look shocked. “Anya, I can’t believe you’d think such a thing. Don’t you know me?”
She bit her lip then, trying to keep the smile off her face that was trying to make its way there. His “incredulous” face was surprisingly adorable. He looked like a cross between a hungry puppy and a slow fifth-grader in math class.
