SPIKE AND CORDELIA MAKING OUT. VERY SUPERNATURAL, INDEED.
In four days I will be attending DragonCon. I have a full membership to the entire weekend including (most) autographs, food and all the good shizz. HOWEVER, I can count on one hand how many panels I actually really care about seeing and then even less people whose autographs I truly care about. The only autographs I really need for myself are Misha Collins, James Marsters, Felicia Day, Michael Rosenbaum and Wil Wheaton. There are going to be countless hours of me and my best friend just wandering in between our panels just checking random stuff out, SO…
If there is someone besides the 5 people I mentioned at DragonCon who you’d REALLY like an autograph from, comment this or message me! I will make it my mission to get it for you. As long as their autograph is included in my membership and they don’t interfere with the few panels I’m going to see, I don’t see how it would be a problem. I can’t make any definite promises, but go check out the list of guests and let me know so I can at least try for you. Obviously, I don’t expect any kind of money. I’m getting them free and I know what it’s like to not be able to go to a convention. I’d hate for distance or money to be the reason you couldn’t get an autograph from one of your idols. I just ask that you let me know quick because I’m gunna do this on a first claim first serve kinda basis. Sound good? Excellent. Love you all.
Spike: Hey look at me, I’m not asking you for anything. When I say ‘I love you’ it’s not because I want you or ‘cause I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are. What you do. How you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a hell of a woman. You’re the one, Buffy.
Cheers, boys :D
BUFFY: What are you doing here? Five words or less.
SPIKE: Out. For. A. Walk…. Bitch.
The first day of kindergarten you cried ‘cause you broke the yellow crayon and you were too afraid to tell anyone. You’ve come pretty far, ending the world, not a terrific notion… but the thing is, yeah. I love you. I love crayon-breaky Willow and I love scary veiny Willow. So if I’m going out, it’s here. If you wanna kill the world, well then start with me. I’ve earned that.