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MTVS Epic Rewatch #63

BTVS 3x10 Amends

Stray thoughts

1) I really wish David had pulled off the Irish accent (I may or may not have a thing for Ireland / Irish men), and if he had, he would’ve instantly become 1000% hotter in my eyes. 

2) Oh I almost forgot this is the “awkward bangs” episode!

3) Don’t you hate it when the credits ruin a character’s return for you? (or when the previously-ons feature a character that hasn’t been in the show for a long time) (both things happen in this episode, btw) (way to ruin a moment)

4) I get Cordelia was still pissed at Xander, and she had every right to be, but this was low of her.

Cordelia: I thought you slept outside to avoid your family’s drunken Christmas fights.

Xander:  Yes. And that was a confidence I was hoping you would share with everyone.

It’s sad because it ruins something truly nice about their relationship, this comment alone gives us a lot of insight into how intimate they actually were, which is sadly a development in their relationship that took place off-screen. See, it wasn’t all about making out in mop closets or cars, or exchanging barbs and then hate-kissing. They actually talked and shared extremely intimate stuff about their lives. And I know Xander had already shat all over that when he cheated on her, but it’s a pity to find out there was still something that only belonged to the two of them and no one else, and to see it used here as ammunition. 

5) So, how much do you love Oz?

This is what I do know: I miss you. Like, every second. Almost like I lost an arm, or worse, a torso. So, I think I’d be willing to… give it a shot.

6) And thank you Joss for reminding us that Angel TORTURED Giles. Seriously. We keep on forgetting, and we should always remember this.

“Come in.”

(also, this is how I invite unwanted visitors into my home, btw)

7) Angelus’ hair looks just like Cordelia’s, doesn’t it?

I’m not even going to get into the mustache + soul patch combo, but…

8) So this is an incosistency regarding the canon about The First established in season 7. No touching, Firsty! You are incorporeal, remember?! (btw, this happens twice in the episode, so there’s no “mistake”)

9) See? This is one of the reasons I actually love Xander.

Buffy:  So we’ll help him?

Giles: Yes.

Xander: Where do we start?

Xander:  Look, I’m aware I haven’t been the mostest best friend to you when it comes to the whole Angel thing, and, um, I don’t know, maybe I finally got the Chanukah spirit.

Because when he manages to put his own skewed agenda aside, he is actually a decent friend. More of this always, Xander. I beg you.

10) WAIT A SECOND!

THIS DUDE IS CLEARLY A LATE 20TH CENTURY DUDE! WHAT, WITH THE SUIT AND THE TALKING??? SO HOW COME ANGELUS MURDERED HIM AND HIS CHILDREN?????  AND HOW COME I HAVE JUST REALIZED THIS????

EXPLANATIONS, ANYONE??? PLEASE!!

AND YES, I AM YELLING BECAUSE I CAN’T BELIEVE JOSS MESSED UP SO BAD!!

AND IT WAS ANGELUS WHO DID THIS, NOT ANGEL!! BECAUSE:

The thing I remember most was thinking how artful it was. In the dark, they looked just like they were sleeping. It wasn’t until I bent down and kissed them good night that I felt how cold they were. You grabbed me, and I thought, who would go to so much trouble to arrange them like that?

EDIT: Explanation - it was a victim from season 2! Thanks @amandac777 and everyone who reminded me Angelus killed other people off-screen during season 2! But now it bothers me that this is literally the same thing he did with Jenny and Giles? I mean, come on, Angelus, where’s the poetry in that? 

11) And we finally got to see what we missed in Surprise, huh?

12) Foreshadowing!

(this is also further evidence that Buffy was having an orgasm during the Graduation Day Part 2 scene)

13) I admit, it’s been a long time since I last rewatched season 7, and please correct me if I’m wrong, but during season 7 The First doesn’t depend so much on the bringers to “manifest” itself and “haunt” people (in fact, it’s pretty much the only thing it does on its own, and the bringers are almost never around when the first shows up!) but here we are told otherwise:

Um, they’re known as the Bringers or Harbingers. They’re high priests of The First. They can conjure spirit manifestations and set them on people, influence them, haunt them.

Plus, in season 7 they didn’t really act as “high priests” but rather as lower caste minions.

14) And this scene reminds me of Joss’ mantra: “Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke”

I mean, Barry starts singing and it just about kills me. Every time! And the whole setup: the candles, the music, the sodas in the ice bucket! Where did Willow pick up her seduction skills? 70s soft porn???

15) But honestly, folks, how much do you love Oz?

Willow:  I’m ready.

Oz:  Okay. Well, don’t take this the wrong way… but I’m not.

Willow:  Are you scared? ‘Cause I thought you had…

Oz:  No, I have, but this is different. I mean, you look great. You know, and, and you got the Barry working for you, and, and it’s all… good. But when it happens… I want it to be because we both need it to for the same reason. You don’t have to prove anything to me.

And it’s such an important message for young boys and girls!

16) Oh Faith. You were still trying, and you could’ve been saved… If only.

17) My favorite way to leave a room, no matter the circumstances. 

18) And this is Buffy in a nutshell.

Jenny/The First:  Hmm. You think you can fight me? I’m not a demon, little girl. I am something that you can’t even conceive. The First Evil. Beyond sin, beyond death. I am the thing the darkness fears. You’ll never see me, but I am everywhere. Every being, every thought, every drop of hate.
Buffy: Alright, I get it. You’re evil. Do we have to chat about it all day?

19) Ugh and one of the most powerful scenes and dialogues in the whole show. (I’m gonna paste the whole thing because it’s just brilliant)

Angel:  I can’t do it again, Buffy. I can’t become a killer.

Buffy:  Then fight it.

Angel:  It’s too hard.

Buffy: Angel, please, you *have* to get inside.

Angel:  It told me to kill you. You were in the dream. You know. It told me to lose my soul in you and become a monster again.

Buffy:  I know what it told you. What does it matter?

Angel:  Because I wanted to! Because I want you so badly! I want to take comfort in you, and I know it’ll cost me my soul, and a part of me doesn’t care. Look, I’m weak. I’ve never been anything else. It’s not the demon in me that needs killing, Buffy. It’s the man.

Buffy:  You’re weak. Everybody is. Everybody fails. Maybe this evil did bring you back, but if it did, it’s because it needs you. And that means that you can hurt it. Angel, you have the power to do real good, to make amends.  But if you die now, then all that you ever were was a monster. Angel, please, the sun is coming up!

Angel:  Just go.

Buffy:  I won’t!

Angel:  What, do you think this is simple? You think there’s an easy answer? You can never understand what I’ve done! Now go!

Buffy:  You are not staying here. I won’t let you!

Angel:  I said LEAVE! Oh, my God…

Buffy:  No! No!

Angel:  Am I a thing worth saving, huh? Am I a righteous man? The world wants me gone!

Buffy:  What about me? I love you so much… And I tried to make you go away… I killed you and it didn’t help. And I hate it! I hate that it’s *so* hard… and that you can hurt me *so* much. I know everything that you did, because you did it to me. Oh, God! I wish that I wished you dead. I don’t.  I can’t.

Angel:  Buffy, please. Just this once… let me be strong.

Buffy:  Strong is fighting! It’s hard, and it’s painful, and it’s every day. It’s what we have to do. And we can do it together. But if you’re too much of a coward for that, then burn. If I can’t convince you that you belong in this world, then I don’t know what can. But do *not* expect me to watch. And *don’t* expect me to mourn for you, because…

It is such a pivotal moment for the both of them, but especially for Angel. This moment is what kept him going every time afterwards, even when he wasn’t in Sunnydale anymore. “If nothing we do matters, then all that matters is what we do”, you know? 

20) And then the Christmas miracle, because why the hell not?

21) Poor Xander, though.

22) It’s cheesy but it works, doesn’t it?

23) Great episode!! 

Neighbors. [Ashton Irwin]

A/N - “An Ash imagine where he’s your annoying neighbor and keeps finding excuses to bother you just to see you please?“

I hope this is what you asked for. And you can keep requesting stuff.

MASTERLIST

Day one.

I have finally moved to the new house and it was alright I suppose, the garden is bigger than it was in my old house and my room was slightly bigger, but nothing else seemed that different. It just wasn’t home.

My mum called me downstairs, saying our new neighbours were here or something, either way I didn’t care. I slowly made my way downstairs, my parents and brother chatting to the new neighbours, who I soon found out they were the Irwin family. Anne-Marie and her children; Ashton, Lauren and Harry.

Ashton was very attractive with his dirty blonde hair, and his hazel brown eyes and his dimples and his to-die-or smile. I couldn’t help but stare at him a couple of times and I knew he was staring back.

Day six.

I finally found out how annoying Ashton actually was.

On the second day, my brother invited Ashton round and they haven’t been inseparable since.

Every time Ashton walked past my room he found an excuse to come in; whether it be to tell me I looked nice, or that he liked my music, or he liked my hair, or he liked my band shirt or even to start a conversation. It didn’t help that I was actually trying to finish off some homework.

That night he ended up staying for dinner and underneath the table, his leg kept touching mine, his gaze fixed on me from the corner of his eyes.

Day eleven.

Anne, Lauren and Harry were going to visit some family for the weekend, but Ashton wanted to stay home. Word soon got around that Ashton Irwin was having a party and of course your brother was invited.

“Hey y/n, you coming tonight?” Ashton asked.

I was sitting in my front garden, my fingers typing away on my phone. I looked up and saw Ashton topless in his garden smiling at me, his dimples showing.

I rolled my eyes. “No Irwin.”

“Why?” he asked, walking over to me and sitting next to me.

“Because I don’t want to go to a lame party.” I mumbled, getting annoyed with this god like human sitting next to me.

“Aw come on y/n, don’t be like that. We can get to know each other better.” he smiled at me.

“What at a party? Where people get drunk, do drugs and get laid? No thanks.” I stood up, Ashton standing up as well.

“I don’t know what I’ve done to upset you but I’m sorry, but I would really like to see you at the party tonight.” and with that he walked back into his house.

I convinced myself to go. How bad could it be, right? Plus I lived next door, if it was that bad or I got bored I could just leave and come home.

I did my hair and make up nice and put a black dress on. I knew my brother was going to be mad at how I dressed but I couldn’t care less. Tonight I was going to have fun.

Once I got to the party I saw Ashton straight away – more like bumped into him. He looked down at me and grinned, his dimples becoming more evident.

“Great to see you y/n! I have some people I want to introduce you too!” he grabbed my wrist, leading me into the back garden and to three boys standing around awkwardly. “These are my best mates and band mates; Luke, Calum and Michael.” he pointed at each of them.

I smiled at each of them, saying hi when my brother walked over.

“What are you doing here y/n? Thought you said you weren’t coming?” he raised his eyebrows in confusion, something he always did.

I shrugged. “I changed my mind, I guess. I’m going inside.”

Somehow that night Ashton and I kept bumping into each other. In the end we stayed together, sitting outside, under the stars, drinks in our hands. I laughed at his lame jokes and he laughed at mine, I guess this Ashton was alright. He wasn’t annoying.

“So what is your problem with me?” Ashton asked, watching me.

I sighed, shrugging. “You’re annoying Irwin.”

“Is that it? I annoy you?” he then started giggling, actually giggling. And it might have been the cutest sound I have ever heard. “You’re funny.”

Day twenty one.

It had been ten days since that party. Ten days since I’ve had a proper conversation with Ashton without him annoying me. Ten days since he didn’t annoy me.

The day after the party Ashton went back to his usual self and became annoying again. But instead of moaning about, being blunt with him, I tried to ignore it.

It was eight in the morning, my parents were at work, my brother was over at Ashton’s, he told me last night, so I was the only one at home. I could have slept for longer if it wasn’t from the loud noise of instruments coming from the house next door. The Irwin house.

I cursed Ashton under my breath. Why did he have to do it so early in the morning? I wasn’t a morning person and I didn’t care what I looked like, I stormed out of my house and knocked loudly on the front door of Ashton’s house. I carried on knocking when I didn’t get an answer, growing more frustrated.

Ten minutes later and a grinning Ashton answered the door. “Hey y/n,” he smiled.

The smile on his face pushed me over the edge. “Ashton goddamn Irwin! It’s eight, eight, in the morning and I don’t appreciate being woken up by that noise! I get it it’s band practice but for gods sake Ashton it’s eight in the freaking morning! You’re so annoying with that cute smile on your face all the time, and the fact that your band is freaking good but eight in the morning Ashton!” I finally let out a deep breath, calming myself down.

And then he giggled again! “I’m sorry y/n but you’re just so cute when you’re annoyed.” he smiled.

I glared at him, crossing my arms against my chest. “Yeah well I’m about to get freaking adorable!” I snapped. “Keep the noise down. Please.”

“Sure, if you go on a date with me.”

And that is how I ended up agreeing to go on a date with Ashton.

Day fifty six.

5 weeks since Ashton asked me out on a date, 35 days since our first date and 8 dates later, I felt like I could have killed Ashton. He now wasn’t my annoying neighbour; he was now my annoying boyfriend. On the third date Ashton asked me out and I stupidly said yes. And I felt like I could have murdered him on more than one occasion, today being one of them.

We were out on another date when I literally bumped into an ex boyfriend. It was embarrassing and my cheeks went red immediately. Ashton became quite protective once he knew there was history between us two, he made sure to introduce himself as my loving and caring boyfriend who never once annoys me. He gripped my exes hand tightly, had his arm wrapped around me tightly and he refused to let me speak. When we sat down at our table I questioned him about it which then turned into an argument, which then ended up with us disturbing everyone at this restaurant and being asked to leave.

We sat in the car, Ashton driving us home, while I sat in the passenger seat, my arms folded across my chest as I let out deep breaths. I was annoyed. Because of his protective boyfriend behaviour we got kicked out of the restaurant, our date ending sooner than we hoped for.

We were sitting in an uncomfortable silence, neither one of us dared to speak, we both angry at each other. And I knew from this moment that Ashton and I weren’t going to work, something that upset me more than I thought it would.

I looked over at Ashton and sighed. “Pull over Ash.” I whispered.

He didn’t question it, he just did it. He pulled over to the side of the road, turned off the engine and looked at me. “What y/n?”

“I’m going to walk home, I can’t bear this silence.” I whispered, undoing my seatbelt.

“What? We’re going to the same place… I might as well just drive you.”

“No Ashton!” I turned to look at him, tears filling my eyes. “I shouldn’t have agreed on that date, you shouldn’t have asked me. It wasn’t going to work between us. Honestly we argue too much and it hurts every time.” I wiped the tears that fell.

“That’s what we’re all about! We argue, we don’t speak, and then we make up. That’s what our relationship is all about!” he grasped my hands, entwining our fingers together. “If we weren’t meant to be, why does it feel so right being with you? I get it I annoy you, I purposely annoy you because I like seeing you annoyed, you’re cute when you’re annoyed. You annoy me and I love the fact you do, I never want someone to annoy me like you annoy me. You can’t just throw us away when we’re only starting. You can’t just throw us away when I think I’m falling in love with you.”

I looked up at him, tears falling from my eyes. I couldn’t think of anything to say, I couldn’t say anything. Instead I slammed my lips to his, pulling him closer to me. “I think I’m falling in love with you too Ashton.”

“Good. Now come on, let’s just go home, we’ll get changed, order some take away and watch films, how does that sound?” he asked, smiling at me.

I smiled, nodding. “That sounds like my kind of date.”