A late-coming but enthusiastic supporter of the works of Joss Whedon and his wonderful co-conspirators.
A collection of shiny things collected from the Whedonverse. Because if we must be led by madmen, I choose Joss.
|Spike:||You listen to me. I've been alive a bit longer than you and dead a lot longer than that. I've seen things you couldn't imagine and done things I'd prefer you didn't. I don't exactly have a reputation for being a thinker. I follow my blood which doesn't exactly rush in the direction of my brain so I make a lot of mistakes. A lot of wrong bloody calls. A hundred plus years and there's only one thing I've ever been sure of. You.|
|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 because 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 are a hell of a woman. You're the one, Buffy.|
|Buffy:||I don't want to be the one.|
|Spike:||I don't want to be this good-looking and athletic. We all have crosses to bear.|
|Rona:||Gotta go with the stake. It's classic. I like the feel of wood in my hand.|
|Kennedy:||Lost me there.|