Mondo Assurdo

AU: A Perfect Prom

Dawn’s college graduation was, surprisingly, calm. No apocalypses, no portals to Hell, just music and nervous teens in ill-fitting suits.

Buffy stood by the gym wall, not as a Slayer lurking in the shadows, but as a respected psychologist. Sunnydale recommendations went a long way in a new job.

The Slayer was no longer a shy, abandoned teenager. She was a confident woman now, one who didn’t apologize for her desires and took what she wanted. And, as was now tradition, Buffy sometimes wanted Spike… or, at other times, a brand-new stake.

Black suit, crisp new tie, that infuriatingly self-assured smile. William was always at her side. The hell of a woman he adored most. Spike looked like prom nights were his natural habitat. He’d definitely taken tango lessons. His movements were far too precise, almost annoyingly so.

“Care to dance, William Pratt?”

His grin widened. “For you, always, Goldilocks.”

Their chemistry was so obvious the graduates were whispering, and Buffy’s fellow teachers finally had fresh gossip to chew on. The night was perfect.

When the lights dimmed, the couple kept dancing. Dawn rolled her eyes with a very clear “I can’t believe this, it’s like high school all over again” expression. Andrew hovered nearby, openly staring at Spike in pure admiration.

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I never thought I would write these words… 😔

I never imagined waking up to endless screams,

Running barefoot through smoke and fire,

Searching for my mother among the rubble,

Only to find nothing but silence… a heavy silence telling me that no one will answer me anymore. 💔

In one moment, everything changed.

Our home became a memory, my mother’s embrace became the past,

And my father's face, now absent, is the last thing I hold in my memory.

They’re gone… and left my heart burdened with unspoken grief. 😢

But despite everything, we are still here… trying.

I survived with my younger siblings.

Yes, we survived… but who are we after survival?

Children without warmth, without a roof, with no place to return to.

We were displaced to an unknown place, carrying a bag empty of everything… except pain. 🥀

We slept in the open, waking every morning to a life that holds nothing for us,

But despite everything… we keep trying. 💪

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To extend a hand that can mend what the war has broken in us.

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In conclusion...

From my heart, and from the hearts of my little siblings,

Thank you to everyone who has donated,

Thank you to everyone who has read,

Thank you to everyone who has shared.

bubblegum and marceline, and buffy and spike

the whole enemies, friends to lover vibes

the whole badass woman falling in love with a vampire

pb and buffy looking innocent and serving but can totally kick your fucking ass

marceline and spike drip ✨

plus their whole song about their love interest. which btw slaps

i feel like marceline and spike are similar in a way. lonely, fucked up vamps who fights other vamps and are trying to find a place in the world. but they keep fucking it up and then comes along their partner, their girl, and they help ground them

spuffys: explains how he’s not fucking real and so we completely ignore it because we can without consequence because it’s out of character (according to us, other writers who actually understand spike ,unlike marti and joss the originators of that scene, the director who doesn’t have that episode listed on his imdb page and james himself as well as sarah) so in our minds we’re not actually shipping buffy with someone who tried to rape her because we reject that narrative completely but even if we do accept it (which we don’t) spike at least immediately recognized what a horrible mistake he made and made moves to ensure it never happened again and never expected buffy to forgive him and showed true remorse and accountability unlike xander, faith, willow, giles, angel and riley when they hurt Buffy in similar or worse ways and who all had souls at the time aka supposed to be good unlike spike and points out how tillow, bangel, fuffy, and xanya fans aren’t harassed with the same veracity and intensity and called rape apologists or pedophile apologists despite willow and faith actually raping Tara and Buffy (and riley simultaneously) xander attempting to rape buffy and angel stalking, grooming and emotionally manipulating a 15/16 year old buffy to highlight how much the handling of seeing red was meant to be used as a weapon exactly like this against spike/spuffy fans forever so we could never love spike or spuffy in public in peace ever again given how other horrible acts committed by other characters were not shot and framed in the most traumatic manner possible that not only traumatized the audience but the actors as well sending james to therapy because he was suicidal being forced to film a scene like that against his will showing it was clear narcissist retaliation by a puritanical misogynist who wanted to punish everyone for buffy having lots of sex with a soulless vampire and all of us being ok with buffy doing that that was rooted in misogyny and purity culture

Anti’s: “you’re delusional rape apologists just because you think spike is hot! And I don’t care if I’m acting exactly like joss whedon who is the reason that scene exists in the first place (known rapist, misogynist, abuser, racist) acted for the first five seasons to spuffy/spike fans I’m right to shame and attack mostly women for their taste in FICTIONAL men because I’m too stupid and immature to understand that how a stranger responds to being attacked and shamed relentlessly from all sides about their favorite NOT REAL character and ship gives zero indication of how they would respond to these kinds of actions and behaviors in real life”

Spuffys: you don’t wanna hear me you just wanna judge and fight and also if you don’t want to hear people defending spike just simply stop provoking and attacking spike fans and leave us be and we’ll go back to ignoring that scene like we have been doing this entire time and you won’t have to hear anymore about what you claim upsets you so much

When Angel asks her if it's because of Spike and is he her boyfriend, she tells him outright that it's none of his business. He asks her if she loves him and she says he's different, he has a soul. She defends Spike. Then she makes the Dawson remark, he says, "Aha! Boyfriend!" and she, quite rightly, says he isn't (because they aren't in an official relationship) but he is in her heart.

Then we get the cookie dough speech and that she's not thinking that far ahead. He hands her the amulet and starts to leave. He is so done with that conversation as he's been rejected. She relents and softens the blow by saying she does sometimes think that far ahead, but it'll be a long time coming, IF EVER.

In contrast, when Spike tells her he saw her kissing Angel, she goes on the defensive. Awkwardly tells him it was just a hello. That there were no tongues and that he's gone. No "Is that your business?" statement with him, she tries to reassure him instead.

She then hands him the amulet and calls him a champion before telling him that Faith still has her room (unsubtle hint that she wants to spend the night with him!) He says no, she accepts it and then is relieved when he stops her from leaving. Later we see her tenderly stroking his arm as they lie in bed.

On their final night before the battle, she goes down to the basement and they stand and face each other. It then fades to black and we all know what a fade to black means. Buffy may be cookie dough and not think about the future, but in the present her choice is clear and that choice is Spike.

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This is my little boy, Qais, only two years old, wounded and in pain. He was hurt while simply playing near our tent — his childhood stolen by a war he never chose. Every day is a fight to keep him alive, to find medicine, food, and clean water in Gaza, where survival feels like a miracle. I’m pleading with you from the bottom of a mother’s breaking heart: help us. Your kindness could mean the difference between life and death for my son.

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Their trembling bodies cling to me, their hollow eyes pleading for hope I can no longer give. Yet the world stays blind, deaf, unmoved. Has our suffering become too ordinary to matter?

I beg you — with every shattered piece of my heart — please, don’t let them fade into silence. Help them live.

She was born in Gaza, where childhood is stolen before it even begins…

Where dreams are silenced by bombs, and hope fades more each day.

Lana lost her father to this war — before she could even understand what death means.

Sometimes she asks me, “When is Baba coming back?” — and I have no answer that can comfort her tiny heart.

Lana should be laughing, learning, growing — not trembling at night from fear, or asking me why there’s no food again.

Her small hands hold onto me like I’m her whole world… and I try to be, even when I’m breaking inside.

Each sunrise brings a new struggle for survival. But I keep going — for her.

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