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shamelessly seeking validation WIP WEDNESDAY
Mostly I’m lamenting that I’ve been at this for years and have never said anything as gut-punchingly romantic as “I love you to the core” and also I’m a little bit sick of the sound of my own voice so I can’t even tell if this is anything BUT here’s a bit from Long Way Home
It’s only by chance that Eddie manages to catch him before he pulls away. The heels of their hands fit together like puzzle pieces while his fingers slip beneath the sleeve of Buck’s sweater. It’s soft and comfortable and still dirty from the work he did in the kitchen today, and Eddie wants to strip it off of him slowly and wrap him in something warm while he does his best to get the stains out.
Buck’s eyes at first are fixed on their clasped hands. His fingers relax and come to rest on Eddie’s wrist and he doesn’t pull away but he doesn’t match Eddie’s grip with his own; he just lets Eddie hold him there. After a second, his gaze rises to meet Eddie’s, wary and questioning and a thousand other tiny things that Eddie should be able to decipher but can’t.
Holding on as gently as he can, Eddie squeezes Buck’s arm and says, “When I realized Christopher wasn’t here… I can’t remember the last time I was that scared. Maybe I never have been; I don’t know.”
He shakes his head and sees Buck swallow, guilt swimming into his eyes, and Eddie presses on quickly, “But then I answered that phone and you told me he was with you and it was like I could breathe again. I hate that I can’t be everything for him. And I hate that sometimes he’s going to hate me and want to run a hundred miles away. And when he does, there is no one else I’d rather see him run to than you.”
A mixture of awe and disbelief covers Buck’s face, the same way it did nearly two years ago when Eddie told him that same truth for the first time in the wake of a natural disaster. And just like then, Eddie can either pull Buck in or offer one last squeeze of comfort and let him go. He wasn’t brave enough the first time and Buck is too fragile now, so, just like then, Eddie tries to put everything else he can’t say into the gentle press of his fingers on Buck’s wrist.
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Long way home
Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader
Warnings: Very cheesy 🧀 so I hope you're not lactose intolerant 😁
"You won't believe this, Bradley, but before we started dating, I used to walk alone all the time." You smiled as your boyfriend patiently waited for the end of your shift.
"I know, but that doesn't mean that you still have to do that." He smiled. "I'm here now." You blew him a kiss and handed the last receipt to the customer. As the last person left, Bradley started putting away the chairs and moped the floors. You stared at him and tried telling him that it's not necessary and that you could do it in the morning before your next shift, but he was unmoving, even though he hated moping the floors. He had you sit on the bar and together you laughed at the situation.
"Bradley, I'm serious. Please go back to the base, you have training in the morning." You said after giving him a kiss at the closed Hard Deck door.
"I can't in good conscience let you walk home alone in the dark." Bradley put a hand over his heart, making you roll your eyes and smile.
"I know a short-cut. I'll be home in 15 minutes. I'll even send you a text when I enter my house."
"How about we take the long way home and I sleep over?" He smirked at you.
"Lieutenant Bradshaw, did you just invite yourself over? You slapped his forearm in disbelief.
"I was waiting for you to invite me, but I'm getting restless." He paused for a second, blushing. "That being said, I would really like to make you breakfast." Bradley scratched the back of his head.
"Come on, wise guy, let's go home." You smiled, grabbing his hand, pulling him after you.
The walk home was much longer than the one you were used to, but it was still a pleasant night walk. You were used to just listen to waves crashing with the shore as you walked along the ocean, but this road was paved with a few street light illuminating the path. Walking along the houses you voiced your opinion on a few houses and you were more than tempted to just stop and stare at some of them.
Just before you were about to turn down the last big street, you let out a big yawn.
"Getting tired?" Bradley pulled you into a hug and as your hands went around his body, you sagged into him. Has he always smelled so good? So calming?
"Mhm. This 'long way home' after a full shift at the bar is really exhausting." You tried rubbing your eyes.
"Come in, I have an idea. This is the last big street before we come to your little street. So let's play a game. At each street light you have to give me a kiss." He smiled at you. "That way we'll walk a bit and then take a break."
"That actually sounds nice." You smiled back, but still pulled him back into the hug, ducking your head into the crook of his neck.
"Come on, baby. Let's get you home." Bradley laughed, your breath tickling him.
As you turned the corner, you came to an abrupt stop.
"What's the matter?"
"You planned this, didn't you?" You accused.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Your boyfriend smirked as he followed your eyes down the street. There were so many street lights. More than there were throughout the entire walk.
"Bradley." You lifted one of your eyebrows.
"Think of it like this. Each one of these street lights is a month that I haven't spent with you. A kiss I didn't get because I didn't know you."
God, your boyfriend was so cheesy. But adorably cheesy.
Grabbing his hand and turning to him while walking with your back to the street, you pulled him to the first street light and kissed him sweetly.
"One month / One kiss down." You turned to look at the street. "Ten thousand to go."
His brilliant idea of taking the long way home meant you entered your apartment almost 2 hours later. Giggling, you finally separated as your umpteenth attempt at finding your keys proved unsuccessful.
"So this is the place you so wanted to visit and I have been 'keeping' from you." You giggled as Bradley followed you into your cozy apartment. You were wondering whether he first went to the kitchen and checked the fridge just for show or he actually wanted to make breakfast for you.
"I can work with this." He smiled as he closed the fridge.
"You really just want to make breakfast for me?" You asked as you put your jacket and keys away.
"Yes."
"And that's it?"
"Everything else will come at its own time." He leaned on the dining table. "I'm not going to pressure you into something like that."
Making your way to him, you cupped his cheek. "Where have you been Bradley Bradshaw?"
"Searching for you." He smiled and kissed your palm.
Thank you for reading! 😊💙
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I think I told everyone that I fell in love with Top Gun, I think it was suprising because I haven't see the first one before going into the new one 😅 but it's really not that hard to understand the references 🙈 Anyway the Lieutenants were all GORGEOUS and I now have too many drafts that are waiting to be written. But today I had a really tough day so this was my treat for myself 💙
#miles teller#bradley bradshaw#bradley bradshaw x reader#bradley bradshaw imagine#bradley rooster bradshaw#bradley rooster bradshaw x reader#bradley rooster bradshaw imagine#top gun#long way home#short story#fanfic
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Summary:
“No matter who you are or where you are, instinct tells you to go home.” - Laura Marney
After Zeke leaves for three months to work for a logging company in Alaska, Tina receives a call telling her that he passed away in an avalanche. Devastated but determined to stay strong for her loved ones, she must learn how to live without the one that got away.
...or does she?
Because unknown to all, Zeke survived - and he is fighting with the Last Frontier to get back home.
Chapter 1: Avalanche
Preview:
“Soon.” He cupped her face again, tenderly stroking along her cheekbones with his thumbs as he gazed down at her with such warmth he was surprised she didn’t melt. “I’ll be home soon, baby. And I’ll be all yours. Promise.”
“And I’ll be yours, too?” she asked, peering up at him shyly from under her long lashes.
Lord give him strength, he wanted to ravish her right then and there. But he had to do right by her, it’s what she deserved.
“You already are, Tina,” he assured her lowly before capturing her lips again, murmuring into her mouth, “You always were.”
“Come home,” she moaned into the kiss, clinging to him.
A sudden chill made him feel icy cold and he held her closer, his heart pounding in his chest with a fear he couldn’t explain. What was this? Why did he feel like this? But he did his best to push it away as he kissed her harder, mumbling against her lips, “I’m tryin’, baby. I’m tryin’.”
read the rest on AO3 here.
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Okay, lovelies. About to start the drive home. 828 miles to go. And I was doing perfectly well until I said bye to my family and a couple of friends who stopped in.
To anyone seeing me ugly cry in my car, my apologies. 😢
#navybrat answers#crying#personal#it hurts#i miss it here#will hopefully move back one day#driving#long way home#are you reading my tags?#go drink some water#stay hydrated my friends
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Hey @sorrowcats happy birthday! I was (am) working on an alt ending AU for the Long Way Home, but I discontinued the first draft (didn't like where the conflict was going (if you're gonna do Evil Ending AUS you gotta follow through)). Which means I have deleted scenes for you. So. V&C angst under the cut :)
(Also major spoilers for LWH, of course, and a bunch of me trying to figure out how I want the Borderlands to work)
(The usual Long Way Home warnings; there was supposed to be some context between the first and the second scene, but they don't make sense without the end of the planned conflict. Not much Chishiya in the last scene but. I like it. So.)
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In the distance, there was the fog.
Here was the Joker’s tower, charred, stinking of chemical smoke and fear. All black; somehow still standing as the mass of game masters and new recruits filed, one by one, through the entrance. Val was still clutching at Chishiya’s hand. Had barely let it go since the courthouse.
‘Are you sure?’ he said, although he projected nothing but mild curiousity, as though he hadn’t been shot just yesterday, as though they hadn’t chosen death.
‘That ship has sailed.’ She kept the tremble out of her voice. The die was cast. They were Citizens.
‘We’ll figure out what the rules are,’ Chishiya said.
How to break them, he didn’t say.
The cue shuffled forward. Two dozen new recruits. The bloodstains still on their skin. A broad-shouldered man in a crisp white shirt herded them in, a sharp-toothed grin etched deep into his worn face.
The rules. If there was some gap in them, Chishiya would find it. But the tower hadn't burned and the Joker was practically a God. They had accepted permanent Residence.
That was all there was to it.
Their turn. Even though the inner room had to be crowded, barely any sound emanated from the void beyond the door. Last chance to run for it, even if the Citizens would shoot them in the back. Die, the way her body had died in the real world, and where would they go then? Hell? Weren’t they there, yet?
‘One at a time,’ the doorman said. Eyes like tar. Trailing over her, over Chishiya. Stopping at their hands.
Chishiya smiled at her, and went first.
‘You know,’ the doorman said, ‘We had a bet running on whether you two would stay.’
She swallowed. ‘Did you win?’
‘No,’ he said. ‘Now get in.’
The charred walls muffled the chatter, the nervous scuffling of feet. The ceiling hung low, the dark pressing down on them like smog. The old Citizens found the tiles with their names on them. Val hung back, shoulder to shoulder with Chishiya. Still not entirely convinced the Citizens wouldn’t pounce on them like a cat on limping mice.
‘Quiet!’ someone called from the center of the room.
The doorman entered. Shut the door, and then there was darkness.
‘Quiet!’ the same person repeated, trying to shout over the strange air, even as it muffled all sound. ‘Tanaka and I counted the votes. Tanaka?’
‘Good job, everyone,’ Tanaka - presumably - yelled. ‘Results were actually conclusive, this time. If I call your name, go to the second level. Jack of Spades, Nakagawa.’
A round of applause as someone vacated the room. Entered the stairwell. Would the Joker have melted? Golden grin melting, twisting in the heat of the fire? If Chishiya hadn’t had to use his explosives on the grid, could they have levelled the tower then? Had they been one bomb collar away from winning?
She clutched at him as Tanaka listed the new Face Card positions. A vote. The Citizens were, hilariously, running a democracy. Had their names been in the running? She hadn't even thought to consider they might have branded her with a Face Card and send her off to die the very next round of games. Or Chishiya. Fuck. What if they’d named him King of Diamonds and she’d be left alone, to-
She forced a shuddering breath into her lungs. They were here now. That was it.
If there was a gap in the rules, Chishiya would find it. They would fight it.
‘And that’s that!’ Tanaka called out, as the new King of Hearts ascended into the second chamber. ‘New people! Welcome. You’ve made the worst decision of your lives! Now, you’re going to want to hold on for the next part-’
Tanaka kept talking, but his voice grew even quieter as the entire room dulled. Even the candle light faded, as though the tower itself was starting up a fainting spell, until the only sound in Val’s ears was the pounding of her heart, the rushing of her blood. The only thing she felt the hand in hers, the weight of her boots on the floor as gravity itself increased. Multiplied. She couldn’t move. The light was fading, now, no matter how hard she blinked, no matter how hard she clasped at him. Sweat was beading on her skin.
For half a moment, she was gone entirely.
Then the air was back in her lungs and the candle light was flickering violently and in the distance, someone screamed.
‘Shut it!’ Tanaka yelled. Barely dishevelled. ‘That was the easiest Shifting we’ve had in ages. New people, take a good look at the floor, would you?’
The floor was shiny, black lacquer again, shimmering in the dancing light; worse, Val was standing on a plaque. Bronze. Her name hammered definitively into it, letter by letter, with the same finality of engraving it into a tombstone. Beneath it, a stylized heart.
Chishiya stepped aside. Fuck. Val should have seen that coming.
The Joker had assigned him Diamonds.
Tanaka was yelling something again, but Val wasn’t listening. Chishiya gave her a half shrug that meant we’ll figure out the rules and I’m smarter than everyone in this room and I don’t particularly care if we lose the game tonight. She was still clinging to his hand.
She was going to have to let it go, eventually.
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The berries were the same red as her blood. As Chishiya’s blood. She knew that, now. They had sat against each other on freezing, concrete steps, watching their lifeblood mingle in the dirt. That wasn’t the sort of thing you could get away from. That was permanent. For better or for worse.
The vines, laden with berries, were decorated with thorns. Lean sharp thorns with hooks like fishing lures. One of them had fucked her leg up. To the point even the Joker’s IVs couldn’t put it right again, even if they had somehow closed the jagged rift in her side. The bullet hole in Chishiya’s. Matching scars.
Her calf complained as she sank down. Careful. So careful. She needed to get this right. But she had been a scientist, once upon a time, and she could do precision.
Leather gloves and tweezers and an empty ziplock bag. How many berries would it take? Not a lot, she assumed. It’d taken a single scratch of those thorns to turn her body on itself so violently she’d almost died, an impossibly long week ago.
She rose. Stuffed the ziplock into another ziplock and a third, then hid it deep in the confines of her bag. Stood, for a moment, between octogenarian trees curved with the growth of impossible generations. In this iteration of the Borderlands, it didn’t rain. The evening light filtered through their leaves, golden, clouds of tiny flies dancing on the wind. It was almost nice. Almost peaceful.
She could almost forget there was a laser grid beyond the forest’s edge - no mountains, here, no cliffsides or bare rock to pitch tents on. I hope she’s made it home. Well. They’d made it to the same place and that would have to be enough.
The grid hummed. It was the high-pitched humming of cheap office lighting, the kind she’d be able to tune out if it didn’t set the hairs on the back of her neck straight up. She squared her shoulders. She was a Citizen, now. The grid wasn’t meant for her. It knew that, too. Still she needed a moment, to take a breath, force the oxygen into her blood, her brain. To tell herself it was fine, to panic later. Then she stepped forward.
The grid zipped open around her. Not even a flash of heat. Not the stink of burning hair, burning flesh. Another thing to get used to.
The Joker’s tower landmarked the top of the Residence’s hill, the only orientation point she had in the coiling streets. It was black, black like the void was black, had absorbed her whole and rearranged her atoms to suit its needs. The town had changed, during the Shift; streets that used to coil one way now coiled in the other direction. Every building different, lopsided, jagged; each designed by another subconscious. There were brutalist blocks, cottages, small-scale towers and farmhouses, arranged with all the artistry of an impatient toddler. Only the plaques on the doors were the same. A name. A suit.
Their plaque had two names.
It was a modern structure, whitewashed concrete and straight lines, the perfect opposite of the house she grew up in. But inside there were rugs, soft on her feet once she kicked her shoes off, rugs and plants in boxes by the windows, black metal bookshelves and even, ridicilously, a basement laboratory. The Joker indulging her. Saying, quietly, do all the research you want. You’re never going to figure it out.
And maybe on her own she wouldn’t. Except she wasn’t on her own.
That was why she was here.
#writing#long way home#mine#snippets from my drafts#deleted scenes#alt ending au#fic#ao3#alice in borderland
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Bangel parallel, about how they both want to put their burdens down more than anything else. They should get to do so... and then end up together:)
The Angel segment is from the Buffy/Angel crossover book "Long Way Home" from the "Unseen Trilogy" (that takes place between Buffy season 4 and 5/Angel season 1 and 2), and the Scoobies (Buffy, Angel, Faith, and Spike) are seeing alternate realities of their greatest desires in that moment.
And the Buffy scene is from the novelization of "Chosen," of course:)
#buffy the vampire slayer#parallels#angel#buffy summers#bangel#angel the series#buffy book#angel book#buffy tie-in book#angel tie-in book#the unseen trilogy#long way home#chosen novelization
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#art#paintings#museum#art pieces#tumblr art#Long Way Home#My oil painting on a canvas panel 12''x16'' [2356 × 3142]
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Seven Sentence Sunday
I'm going to start pretending I live in a different time zone so at least when I'm embarrassingly last to all of these it makes more sense.
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“Taylor and I were supposed to go, but apparently it was kind of a disaster so it’s good that we didn’t.”
No, they’d just cozied up in Buck’s apartment to reconnect a little more privately.
Jealousy doesn’t fit comfortably in Eddie’s chest. It writhes and coils and pushes against his skin, looking for an exit. Buck told him he wasn’t ready. Months ago, in the spring, he’d let Eddie down gently, saying that he wasn’t ready to be with anyone just then, that he needed to get better first. Eddie had wanted to tell him that he didn’t need to be anything other than what he was, but he’d also understood. He’d needed time once too.
It hadn’t occurred to him that maybe Buck had been letting him down even more gently than he’d realized. That he was never interested and didn’t know how to say so without hurting Eddie or ruining what they had. It explained why Buck had been so insistent that Eddie went out with Ana. Once he was sure Eddie had moved on, then Buck could quietly move on to who he really wanted.
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Long Way Home Masterlist
Chapter One- Long Way Home
Chapter Two- Ghost in the Rain
Chapter Three- untitled
#lady Munson#long way home#long way home series#eddie munson x reader#eddie stranger things#eddie munson#stranger things 4
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Chapter 3: Alone
Summary:
The way he saw it, he had two options.
One, he stayed here until his food ran out and eventually either starved or froze to death.
Two, he got out of there and tried to find his own way home.
Really, there was only one option. He wasn’t going to just sit there and wait to die. He had people he needed to get back to, people who needed him to come back home.
Ma. Dad. J-Ju. Tina.
Now, contrary to popular belief, Zeke wasn’t a total idiot. He was well aware that what he was considering was very, very risky. He weren’t no survivalist, he knew very little about what exactly it took to make it out here. But if there was one thing he was , it was stubborn. Especially when it came to being there for those he loved. And he’d be damned if he died out here and left them alone.
Read the rest of chapter 3 here.
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Car racing RPG RESISTOR announced for PS5, Xbox Series, Switch, and PC
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Publisher PQube and developer Long Way Home have announced RESISTOR, a narrative-driven car racing RPG coming to PlayStation 5, Xbox Series, Switch, and PC via Steam. A release date was not announced.
Here is an overview of the game, via its Steam page:
About
A turbocharged narrative-driven adventure RPG featuring open-world exploration, stunt-infused racing, and explosive vehicular combat! Build up your team and unravel a twisting story as you compete to take down an oppressive mega-corporation and its enigmatic director.
Story
In the year 2060 the world’s governments have long since destroyed one another and in their place stand self-contained city states presided over by a league of powerful corporations. Within the walls of these dense urban metropolises, citizens enjoy a life of comfort and excess, far removed from the harsh realities of the scattered communities that scrape a living in the endless desert wastes of the outside world.
To remain “competitive but friendly,” the corporations take turns hosting an annual racing tournament for the masses setting the finest teams, and bravest challengers, against one another in a series of exhilarating, high-speed death races. The ultimate prize? A one-way ticket to permanent citizenship, and a better life, inside the cities.
For Aster, this year’s event, sponsored by Dekker Industries, represents an opportunity to secure the vital healthcare needed to save their ailing mother. But is life beneath the glossy veneer of Ethan Dekker’s corporate utopia truly as idyllic as it seems?
A battle for the podium soon becomes a war to smash the system! Gather your teammates, fire up your plasma-engines, and above all, RESIST.
Key Features
A Vividly Imagined Open World – Hit the road and traverse sun-scorched desert wastes in your vehicle or disembark to explore dusty outposts and urban sprawls.
Race in High-Octane Tournaments – Compete with your teammates in high-stakes contests featuring explosive vehicular combat and gravity-defying stunts.
Experience an Expansive Story – Accept missions from a huge cast of characters to boost your reputation, unlock additional story arcs, and multiple endings.
Take Down Challenging Bosses – Go head-to-head with your biggest rivals in winner-takes-all showdowns to unlock new car abilities.
Expand Your Territory – Capitalize on your growing reputation to improve your base and develop areas of the map under your influence to reach new locations.
Lead the Ultimate Racing Team – Recruit teammates and manage relationships within your fledgling crew. Develop affinity and unlock bonuses to aid you in your races.
Extensive Customization – Collect outfits, vehicle parts, music themes, and more! Visit your garage to customize almost every aspect of your driver and ride.
Watch the announcement trailer below. View the first screenshots at the gallery.
Announce Trailer
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Developer Interview
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#way home#photography#nature#go for a walk#flower#spring#clouds#sky#no buses today#no trains today#long way home
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Absolute favourite planning page for The Long Way Home I ever did
#there were SO MANY moving parts for this part of the story it was so complicated to get it all right#long way home#spoilers if you still wanna read it obviously#alice in borderland#writeblr#fanfic#ao3#journal#writing#chishiya
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Buffy and Angel Either Getting a Happy Ending/or Dreaming About Getting Their Happy Ending in the Books
First, we have the Choose Your Own Adventure Book "Night Terrors" (that takes place in season two), where one of the endings you can get is where Buffy ends up in an alternate dimension where the Angel there has become mortal.
Next up is book three of the "Unseen Trilogy" (that is a Buffy and Angel crossover), entitled "Long Way Home" (it takes place during Buffy season 4/Angel season 1). And here we have Buffy seeing an alternate reality where things worked out for her and Angel.
With the Angel book, "The Longest Night," there are multiple stories in here about the first Winter solstice Angel Investigations experiences with Fred (during Angel season 3), and you can choose for yourself which one of them you want to be "canon," if you will. This is the story from the book "Icicle Memories." Oh! And in the context of "Icicle Memories," it's hinted that things actually were meant to be that way--with Buffy being with Angel, surely, not all the other craziness he saw in this fantasy (as well that everyone else's visions the snowman made them see should have been their lives)--but for whatever reason, things didn't pan out that way, so it's the lives they have now that matter.
And then in the Buffy/Angel book "Heat" (that is during Buffy season 7 and Angel season 4), there's a moment where one of the villains knock both Buffy and Angel out. And while they're unconscious, they both dream about lives together. The one villain is partly responsible for this, in wanting to keep them down, but note that these dreams aren't real at all--like in being alternate realities or anything like that, like some previous things were.
Bonus:
While the Boom comics aren't canon and I'm not really a fan of them. Oops, this version of Buffy and Angel (and Spike, I guess?), definitely look like they've figured it out, when they show up to help the Boom!version of the characters in battle, when multiple versions of Buffy, Angel, Spike, and some other Buffyverse characters show up in some of the last issues of the first reboot comic, to aid in the final confrontation.
#long post#buffy the vampire slayer#bangel#buffy books#buffy tie-in books#angel books#angel tie-in books#boom#night terrors#the unseen trilogy#long way home#the longest night#icicle memories#heat#no joke icicle memories is. like. one of my favorite things ever. it's SO good and important. AHH! -should write a meta about it-#Jhiera comes back in 'she'--and a lot of the main plot is about her--and that's why angel thinks about her for a moment in the one scene if#anyone's curious#but icicle memories is so important to me because amends is so important to me for a number of reasons#but that's. like. the real start of angel's character arc and angel episode 0 really#that's where buffy teaches angel to fight#and this is. like. amends 2.0. and when angel is stuck in his illusion--of that moment no less!--who gets him to snap out of it and fight#for his friends' sake again? buffy
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