So much for my preference for Hr/D fics...

You, as the original Draco from the books, are snotty, immature, and jealous. You are obsessed with what your father thinks. You hate Harry, his friends, basically all Gryffindors, and all Muggle-borns. You are paired up with Pansy Parkinson. Lucky you. You're pretty much not found anywhere except the books, because...damn. You have little to no redeeming qualities.

Find out which Draco you are.

GIP! i'm such a fangirl.

New icon. Courtesy of savaa. Daaaaaaamn, I *NEVER* get tired of that image!

I still think that the burning hands was the most romantic and intimate visual that that we saw on the whole series. All words, situations, arguments for OR against the pairing put aside, the image of their two hands burning with the mystical power of their emotions is just... ::shivers:: It's insurpassable. It's so effing romantic (that's the best word, in the epic way, not the superficial way) that I still get surprised that they put it in there. I wanted, but I didn't expect to get something so wonderful for Buffy & Spike.

Season 5 of Angel might give me times to be bitter at the potentional loss of my pairing, but a little corner of my fan soul will always be in a state of bliss because that was the most romantic, most intimate moment in the whole 7 years of Buffy's relationships with men, the big special ship thing, and Buffy and Spike got it.

I'm such a fangirl. Every once in a while I still get this desire to jump up and down and shout "We got it! We got it! Go Buffy&Spike!!! WHEEEEEEE!!"

So that's what this post is for.

lyricy thing

Anyway, because I'm feeling shippy and stuff, here's some words. It's on the list of MostFavoritestSongsEvaaa. Check out that ending and dig the Spuffy.


Got a letter from a messenger
I read it when it came
It said that you were wounded
You were bound and chained
You had love and you were handled
You were poisoned you were pained
Oh no you were naked, you were shamed

You could almost touch heaven
Right there in front of you
Liberty just slipped away on us
Now there's so much work to do
The door that closes tightly
Is the door than can swing wide
Oh no not expecting to collide

For a minute I let my guard down
Not afraid to be found out
I completely forgot, dear
What our fears were all about
Oh no there's no need to be without

If there's a chance I would take it
This desire I can't kill
Take my heart please don't break it
I will crawl to your foothill

I'm frightened but I'm coming
Please baby please lay still
Oh no
Oh no
I'm not coming for the kill

Oh no

I'm not coming for the kill.


-The Tea Party, 'The Messenger'