I just have a "My Buffy" one.

TBQ did My Angelus, right? Because that was right the fuck ON.

TBQ did My Angelus, right? Because that was right the fuck ON.

Mmm... oh yeah, she sure did. (Looks longingly at bunk...)

My Giles ... is dead.

My Amanda ... is the next slayer.

That's all I've got. The rest is being well said by others.

Allyson - given that I have disagreed with most of your opinions since season 4 (especially that As You Were was a GOOD epsidode, blech), that was a lovely post about how it feels that everything is coming to an end. Let it be over, raise a toast and move on to the next obsession.

In my case, that may be Farscape, which proves what a contrary SOB I am.

Man, I'm tired.

They do not tell Dawn she is wrong for feeling abandoned enough to inadvertently summon a vengeance demon or make a wish.

Ah, no, quite right. But again - difference between a 14-year-old girl saying to someone she doesn't know she can't trust, I'm lonely, I'm disassociated, I wish these people I love would just stay with me for a while instead of being so busy (a perfectly understandable and justifiable wish), and, say, that same 14-year-old girl knowingly raising a vengeance demon for the purpose of wreaking vengeance and havoc on all those people she loves.

Which she didn't do, of course; in fact, she was horrified. But did anyone feel that Halfrek's vengeance on Dawn's behalf, when Dawn had in fact been Linda Tripped into confidence, was justified? I know I didn't.

It's probably just semantics, anyway. The issue, I mean.

Lordy, tired now.

deb - I'm tired too, on the first half of the new day, but that's how I feel, too.

That Kita Angel list was awesome {sob}. Where's yours of Buffy, Plei? Did skim past a link?

Let it be over, raise a toast and move on to the next obsession.

Well, I only get obsessed about a tv show about every 20 years (only happened twice before-original Trek, and Hill Street Blues, but in neither case as strongly as Buffy) but fortunately for me as long as a Buffyverse show is on the air (or in the works) it isn't over. (After Angel, maybe Ripper?)

I'll not likely shed a tear, but I might raise a toast to seven years on the air, old school Bronzers (REPRESENT REPRESENT), and an assload of fun and drama that I got from both Buffy, and the communities she inspired.

I cried watching End of Days, Allyson. Because, I think, I realised, really realised, I could see the finish line. And it wasn't in the hazy, fuzzy, intangible future. It was almost here, and nearly now.

I had the episode in the house for over 24 hours before I watched it. And I could sense that I was delaying, but I couldn't work out why. I want it to be over. Part of those tears were bitter Buffy flavoured. But also? I have a sense of loss akin to losing the Bronze. Or, you know, a friend.

If the show had just tanked, I think I could have walked away and good riddance. But it had.. moments. Every single week. I still saw shadows and flashes and hints of what made the best episodes the best. Little ME spices in the big Buffy stew. The knowledge that a little twist in the wrong direction here, or a miscued sentence there, could have been tweaked and pulled and replaced. And it would have been my show again.

I guess it's akin to loving someone, just because you can look in their eyes and remember who they used to be.

Or to quote The Whitlams...

what'll become of us?
I had my dreams for both of us
You might be unworthy
But you remember what I remember
And that's enough to care
You don't fall off the rails

(Or, perhaps I'm just a frustrated fanfic writer who hasn't found her words yet :)

My "What I want before BtVS ends" list has wasted away through out season seven (And it never really recovered from season six!) until it looks like a shopping list for the slightly depraved.

Gourd soup for one, a visit from Mr Gordo and the ever shiny PLPs might just about see me out.

And it may not be fine, but it will be okay.