The finale of Buffy the Vampire Slayer (1997–2003) just goes for it. The scythe, the spell, every potential Slayer rising at once, and Buffy finally sharing the weight. That last smile says everything.
New 2026 rule. If you’re the slightest bit mean or rude to me I’m publicly embarrassing you bc honestly I’m tired of being genuine and being met with dog shit
Feeling someone that you loved more than anything completely pull away from you while you’re already suffering has to be the worst feeling in the world. And honestly? I don’t have the energy to figure out what the problem is this time. If you’re gonna go, then just go.