#(xander.)

[clubsclassic]

perspiration coats exposed flesh, leaving a glistening trail along the slope of his abdomen, an aftereffect of the random blonde who's still tangled up in his sheets. " elira stefani is at my front door? " rubs eyes with the palms of his hands, doing a double take to make sure it's real and not a figment of his imagination. " either you're lost, or you really miss me. "

[ttheoretical]

Chandler from friends walked so that Xander from buffy could run...

[roseadleyn]

xander — the protector

❝ trust me. just this once. i promise, i won't ever let you fall again. ❞

❝ i can lose everything, but not you... oh god, not you...❞

tagging; @crownxie, @mysticmeena, @hmerus, @dxmoness, @sxnful-rage, @orlic1a, @lxdymoon0357, @salvatvre, @that-one-pretty-bitch, @ithil-lucien, @parkykwho, @palaceofghosts, @izumi-astra-123, and @achy-boo (i'm sorry if you mind being tagged!).

[bloodykneestm]

xander’s eyes skim the crowd as he enters, hands in the pockets of his black bomber jacket when he spots a handsome man sitting at the bar waiting to be served. ( perfect timing. ) he heads for the bar and steps toward him, pulling his hands from his pockets and smiling sweetly, large round glasses drawing attention to the apples of his cheeks in his broad grin, gesturing to the seat beside him.  “can i grab a seat here and buy you a drink?”

@lvverboy​ / starter call!

[kyliexc]

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[bezgoesboo]

–– @ardcntlamia​ !

“ –– so i told ‘er march your sorry ass on over to loserville, babycakes, ‘cause that last box of winter greens ?  that shit was dibsed. ”  a beat. bez furrows his brow and cocks his head to the side. conjugation’s never been his strong suit, ‘specially high.  “ dibbed ?  dobed ? ”  that’s his cue to throw in the towel. 

“ well, anyhow. i gots the goods. defended my mini mart honor. good fuckin’ day. and it’s onl –– ”  a spared glance over at xander interrupts bez’s riveting ramble. he pauses, lil tic tac still hoverin’ over half-parted lips.

“ wha ? ”  green eyes widen as they drink it all in. the silence. the stare. he pops the candy into his mouth before his lips pull into a cheshire cat grin. 

“ i got three heads or somethin’ ? ”

[mydarlinclementine]

–– @ardcntlamia​ !

mid-morning sun drenches the kitchen, enough to grant clem’s clouded world a soft, pinkish glow. her path to the island calls for fifteen steps and a quarter-point turn –– she snatches an orange with practice grace and rips into its flesh. juice drenches her hands and coils past her wrists, tangy ‘n cool to the touch.

“ mornin’, ”  she calls. manny’s still in bed, but the barefoot, oversized-tee-wearin’ gorgon knows a thing or two ‘bout routine in this house –– coffee’s already brewed. xander’s been up for a while. “ don’t need to see ya to know you look like hell. ” clem rips another orange wedge and takes her time savoring the juicy bite.

“ where’s your boy ? ”  clem finishes off the orange. light fingertips roam for a few seconds before relocating the countertop and setting the spiral-torn peel there. then she gets to work suckin’ on her fingers before the juice can dry. “ he run outta boos ? ”

she likes xander ‘nough not to say ghost too loud. maybe her subtle smirk wilts a bit, after the lil’ jab has a chance to settle. 

[bubblegossip-blog]

honestly who would be who in mean girls

regina george:@lvcilllemrs. george (regina’s mom):@lcverboyzcady heron:@soojvnsgretchen wieners:@genevackaren smith:@okayfebyjanis ian:@ssejvndamian:@hellborneskevin gnapoor:@hcnsoloz