Top 6 Monologues from Buffy the Vampire Slayer
↳ 1/6 “I’m beyond tired. I’m beyond scared.”

camtucker:

Spike: You know why I really hate you, Summers?
Faith!Buffy: Because I’m stuck up tight-ass with no sense of fun?
Spike: Well… yeah, that covers a lot of it.
Faith!Buffy: Because I can do anything I want, and instead I choose to pout and whine and feel the burden of slayerness? I mean, I could be rich, I could be famous, I could have anything… anyone. Even you, Spike. I could ride you at a gallop until your legs buckled and your eyes rolled up. I’ve got muscles you’ve never even dreamed of, I could squeeze you until you pop like warm champagne and you’d beg me to hurt just a little bit more. And you know why I don’t? Because it’s wrong.

favourite screencaps | btvs 5x07 (fool for love)  → requested by llenka

beautiful-unfolding | mprescott | stephwinchester | acidflashbacks | frontseat | rhera

Buffy’s last words on the show.

sasattack:

when it comes to Friendship Ships, this is #1. Always.

echofades:

top 5 tv friendships | 02 | buffy & willow
“You can tell me anything. I love you. You’re my best friend.”
“Me too, I love you too.”

dayends / starsweptnight:

“How do we kill them?!”

swarlesbarkley | shewillcomeforme | airandwanderlust

(via huglock)

Wherever I was, I was happy. At peace. I knew that everyone I cared about was all right. I knew it. Time didn’t mean anything, nothing had form, but I was still me, you know? And I was warm, and I was loved, and I was finished. Complete. I don’t understand about theology or dimensions, or any of it, really…but I think I was in heaven. And now I’m not. I was torn out of there. Pulled out..by my friends. Everything here is hard, and bright, and violent. Everything I feel, everything I touch, this is hell. Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that, knowing what I’ve lost…They can never know. Never.

swarlesbarkley | fuckyeahanya:

Anya: Are they gonna cut the body open?
Willow: Oh my god. Would you just… stop talking? Just… shut your mouth. Please.
Anya: What am I doing?
Willow: How can you act like that?
Anya: Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?
Xander: Guys…
Willow: The way you behave…  
Anya: Nobody will tell me.
Willow: Because it’s not okay for you to be asking these things.
Anya: But I don’t understand!I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she’s, there’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead anymore. It’s stupid. It’s mortal and stupid. And, and Xander’s crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch ever, and she’ll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.

swarlesbarkley | (via fuckyeahsunnydale)

fakemustache | aconstantache | marylou | isis2015 | gigglemonster | sadaffair:

“Oz, don’t you love me?” “My whole life, I’ve never loved anything else.”