mightierthan-thesword:

propheticalprincess:

mightierthan-thesword:

propheticalprincess:

mightierthan-thesword:

Cordelia, right? Looks like you were mistaken. It’s been a while. *smirks* Still confusing stakes for steaks?

Eugh, you know, the eighteenhundreds called. They want their sense of humor back.

You know what I would find humorous right now? Snapping your neck.

Ah!—-Hah! I’m sure Angel would be amused too!

He would so kick your ass. If he was around right now. And stuff.

…

You know, I have a drawer full of stakes and I’m not afraid to use them.

I’m simply terrified. Honestly, lying isn’t your strong suit. *chuckles* All alone with no hero in sight.

I don’t need a hero. I can handle my own. And I do have stakes, and holy water.

…Downstairs, in the office cabinet.

(Source: trackgirl22)

(Source: naivepamplemousse)

mightierthan-thesword:

propheticalprincess:

mightierthan-thesword:

propheticalprincess:

mightierthan-thesword started following you

Eek! You’re…well, you. Didn’t we dust you, mister?

Cordelia, right? Looks like you were mistaken. It’s been a while. *smirks* Still confusing stakes for steaks?

Eugh, you know, the eighteenhundreds called. They want their sense of humor back.

You know what I would find humorous right now? Snapping your neck.

Ah!—-Hah! I’m sure Angel would be amused too!

He would so kick your ass. If he was around right now. And stuff.

…

You know, I have a drawer full of stakes and I’m not afraid to use them.

mightierthan-thesword:

propheticalprincess:

mightierthan-thesword started following you

Eek! You’re…well, you. Didn’t we dust you, mister?

Cordelia, right? Looks like you were mistaken. It’s been a while. *smirks* Still confusing stakes for steaks?

Eugh, you know, the eighteenhundreds called. They want their sense of humor back.

mightierthan-thesword started following you

Eek! You’re…well, you. Didn’t we dust you, mister?

catchyoufuckersatabadtime:

Name’s Whistler. Vampire Hunter. Which means if you’re a suckhead you’ve got 1 second before I blow your goddamn head off.

Hey, easy on the threats, mister! Vampire hunter, huh? Well, join the club. Cordelia Chase for Angel Investigations. We help the helpless…and fight icky unnatural things that go bump in the night. We’re on the same side, grandpa.

Hm. You really need to brush up on your ‘class’, though at times, I really doubt if you even know what the word means. You can get on my nerves…but all and all, I see a lot of myself in you. You’re like the ugly little sister that never got over the dress-trashy phase.

Really though, you’ve grown a lot since I first met you. People don’t always see that, they don’t reckon someone can change. I’d like to think I’ve matured a lot, but people still see me as the same old Cordy-from-the-block. Queen C, and all that. So I know the feeling.

captaineyesocket:

Xander Harris was an unassuming man, his only really remarkable trait was the large black eyepatch he wore. So, walking into the shop where he got his coffee every morning before work, nobody turned a head, nobody batted an eye. It helped him feel at ease, normal. It was a good feeling for someone who constantly battled the forces of the demonic with, for the most part, just his sarcasm.

He couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous, however, about meeting Cordelia here. Sure, she’d apologized, but they hadn’t really talked since they’d kissed and when Anya came back, it was more than obvious that Cordelia was a bit upset, a bit hurt. He may not have been best friends with her, but that didn’t mean he liked seeing her hurt. So it was in anxious unease that he waited for Miss Fashion Sense to come strolling through the door.

It didn’t take long for Cordelia to be able to hail a cab. About one tenth, if not one twentieth of the time it had taken her to get ready to meet Xander. Even though she refused to admit to herself that some part of her still liked her goofy almost-first-boyfriend (really, really deep down inside), she still didn’t want to be seen out in public looking less than fashionable. So, fashionable as she looked, the next creepy cab-driver pulled up, she dismissed his ogling of her and gave him the address to the coffee shop. Simple as that. 

She’d grown a lot. Not so much in body, though she looked much more proportionate than she did when she still lived in Sunnydale, but more so in mind. She was a strong, independent woman now, and if any man would even so much as think of harassing her, she’d kick their asses, whether it was verbally or physically, the latter skills conveniently picked up during her training hours with Angel.

The cab stopped right in front of the coffee shop, she paid the cab driver and slid out of the car as smooth as ever, subtly checking herself in the rear window as the cab drove off to make sure everything was in its proper place. And then she made her way in. It didn’t take her very long to spot Xander; the eyepatch was a little hard to overlook, and she strode over to him as though her ever-lasting legs under the pencil skirt she wore would be the last thing on earth he’d see. At least if that was the case, he’d probably die happily.

She lowered herself onto the chair opposite of him and offered him a bit of a wry smile. They both knew the occasion was a little awkward, but they had to make the most of it.

captaineyesocket:

crumpetsandcrackers:

Malice, Leave, Crush

Crush, Eye, Bleed

Are you fucking kidding me?!

Lust, Enigma, Passion.

O…kay?