We’re not good friends. Most of us never found the time to get to know you, but that doesn’t mean we haven’t noticed you. We don’t talk about it much, but it’s no secret that Sunnydale High isn’t really like other high schools. A lot of weird stuff happens here. But whenever there was a problem or something creepy happened, you seemed to show up and stop it. Most of the people here have been saved by you or helped by you at one time or another. We’re proud to say that the class of ‘99 has the lowest mortality rate of any graduating class in Sunnydale history, and we know at least part of that is because of you. So the senior class offers its thanks and gives you this. It’s from all of us, and it has written here, “Buffy Summers, Class Protector”.     

Here it is, ladies and gentlemen. Chosen is online!

Chosen is a short film inspired by Buffy the Vampire Slayer. We can all agree that the Slayer-lore must continue and we hope that we can continue the stories that Chosen has started via a web-series.

Please watch and share and get the word out! Patreon link coming soon to those who may be interested.

The Girl in Question
  • Angel:You’re a piece of shit!
  • Spike:No, you’re a piece of shit!
  • Buffy:I know the two of you are very different from each other in a lot of ways, but you have to understand that as far as I’m concerned, you’re BOTH pieces of shit. Yeah, I can prove it mathematically. Actually, let me grab my whiteboard. This has been a long time coming anyway.

Case File #288.

File Date: September 16, 1870

There are few within the ranks of the Watchers who do not, by now, know the name Carmilla.

Born Mircalla Karnstein in the Styria region of Austria, as the daughter of a count Carmilla lived a charmed life, given everything and wanting nothing. And yet, her status could not save her from the wiles of an unknown vampire, who killed and sired Mircalla at the age of eighteen. Now calling herself Carmilla, the newly-risen vampire joined a nest, whereupon she rose through their ranks as a favoured, cunning and cultured sister.

In the winter of 1698, the nest went too far in their predations in Styria, drawing the attention of the Slayer of the day, Auda Vordenburg, from Germany. Vordenburg, like Carmilla, descended from nobility, and like her prey she too had been called to a life of violence against her will. Yet such are the forces at work in this world, inexorably drawing Auda and Carmilla together. In the end, the nest was annihilated, with Auda dying in the last grand battle in the village of Karnstein, destroying much of the town in the process. It was assumed by Auda’s Watcher that Carmilla had died as well, writing it as satisfying fact in the last entry of his diary. He was wrong.

In 1761, Carmilla was spotted in Brittany, but she eluded demon hunters in the region, including the much-feared Daniel Holtz. She faded from sight once more, disappearing for nearly a century and once again assumed to be no more than dust. Again, we were wrong.

Carmilla reappeared in her long-ago home of Styria in the summer of 1860. Some of the details are of a sort too sordid to parse here in our hallowed archives, but suffice to say that Carmilla had her way with the maiden daughter of a retired Englishman, called here LH and SH to protect the family’s honor.

It was rumored that LH had precognitive visions of the following events, though some Watchers have supposed this to be a fanciful accounting by second-hand witnesses, possibly inspired by tales of the famed vampire Drusilla (conflating assailant and victim). Regardless, LH was clearly chosen as a new favourite by Carmilla. Befouling LH’s mind, and later, body, Carmilla befriended the girl under the most false of pretenses, even managing to fool SH into taking her into their household as a temporary ward.

Carmilla’s deranged merriment came to an end by way of a certain Austrian general, Spielsdorf. The General was supposed to bring his niece, Bertha Rheinfeldt, to visit SH some time earlier, but was delayed when Bertha fell ill from blood loss. Spielsdorf discovered a friend of Bertha’s, named Millarca, in her bedchamber.

Suspecting the worst, the General chased “Millarca” from his home with his sword, but Bertha died moments later. Soon, SH and the General endevoured to make an investigation of their own, but accomplished little until an acquaintance of SH’s contacted our Council.

The Slayer at the time, Malika Khayyam, was dispatched along with her Watcher, the preeminent Dr. Hesselius. General Spielsdorf foolishly insisted on accompanying the pair, following them to the village of Karnstein, where Carmilla had battled another Slayer so many years earlier. At the entrance to the ruined town, they were surprised by Baron Achille Vordenburg, the descendant of the Slayer, Auda, and keeper of his ancestor’s secrets. The quartet confronted Carmilla together, certain in their number of victory.

They found the vampire alone inside an old chapel, bereft at the loss of LH, who’d been spirited far away to Italy by her father. Despondent though she was, Carmilla resisted mightily, hacking off Spielsdorf’s head with his own axe and mortally wounding Vordenburg as well. Through their combined efforts, however, Carmilla was staked through the back, then felled by a sword to the throat, all but severing her head. In the chaos, the chapel was set ablaze, and Dr. Hesselius and Malika left the vampire to burn.

Somehow, Hesselius’s diary was taken from our archives and fell into the hands of a ridiculous author named Sheridan Le Fanu. With some effort, we have returned the diary to our care, yet not soon enough to prevent Le Fanu from exploiting what he believed to be fanciful writings for his own gain. In what amounts to little more than a heftier penny dreadful, Le Fanu exposed for all and sundry the sordid tale of Carmilla. Thankfully, through Le Fanu’s presumptive deviations from the tale and the fact that Carmilla is finally dead, we can at last lay this matter to rest.

Addendum, fd.1999: It would seem that our own presumptions got the best of our number yet again. Myriad reports in the last year have placed Carmilla in, implausibly, Styria yet again, and perhaps more believably, Canada. Time will tell if this beast will truly rear her ugly head once more, but we should not count Carmilla among the dead just yet.

Xander’s Fashion Sense

I was looking for images to accompany a BtVS post I’ll probably never write, because I completely lost my train of thought over the myriad images of Xander’s bold, patterned shirts. Honestly, kudos to Nicholas Brendon for pulling it off (or, rather, putting it on). Each is so very…eye-catching:

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I mean, the above episode, “Earshot”, originally aired on September 21, 1999, nowhere near Christmas to come close to explaining the red, white and green holiday wrapping paper of a shirt.

In comparison, the above shirt’s (photo credit: spikebuffy​) pretty mild. If you don’t think it’s supposed to be contrasty, though, just look at the outfits of all the other students around them: they appear much more subdued, almost monotonic. And next to Xander, Buffy is looking tres stylish in a sexy LBD with a strategically-placed thigh-baring slit.

You know the Producers’ line: “If you’ve got it, flaunt it”? Well, Buffy certainly is. Flaunting it. And Xander is covered up like he’s dressed for a completely different USDA-regulated hardiness zone. As if he’s subconsciously covering up his inadequacy by…covering up, buttoning up, and bottling up.

The parade of questionable garment choices continues (photo credit for untagged photos: marshmallow-the-vampire-slayer​, bisexualxanderharris​, buffyshesavedtheworldalot​, and littlesoldierboi​):

OK, that last one’s not so bad, really. Checkered and striped are sort of traditional patterns, right? For shirt designs that think outside the box, check out the following (I kinda like the purple one, actually):

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For double the fun, both SuaveXander and ScruffyXander display(*) the same fashion sense! (*Mostly. SuaveXander has at one point put on a blazer to look sharp, if memory serves.)

And of course there’s paisley! Against a similarly ornate-patterned, warm-toned couch, no less:

As a bonus, here’s newly-chipped Spike, his humiliation made complete by being forced to wear Xander’s totally-non-threatening Aloha shirt (the “official” name for the now-ubiquitous so-called Hawaiian shirt). The final nail in the coffin of Spike’s carefully curated and cultivated “evil Big Bad” image:

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But seriously, what does Xander’s fashion sense tell us, other than that he wasn’t a snappy dresser?

Well, we know about his family, the neglect he’d long suffered at the hands of irresponsible, alcoholic parents. He had to pay rent to live in his parents’ dingy basement after high school, and he worried about affording his own apartment. Clearly, his family wasn’t rich (something for which he’d been mocked by Cordelia at one point).

He had nobody to splurge on him, no cool male role model to emulate, and little money of his own. His childhood memories include not getting the birthday present he wanted (a firetruck at age 7), so I doubt his family had had vacationed in Hawaii for him to have gotten Aloha shirts as souvenirs. Were they, then, another traveler’s castoff? His clothes, given those constraints, could’ve easily been hand-me-downs or thrift-store purchases.

There’s another explanation, of course. Xander, the comic-book-reading, scifi-loving, outsider geek boy, the self-acknowledged social outcast (as confirmed by “Queen C” Cordelia), was dressing exactly as he wanted, or at least as he was (within budget): His fashion choice offered an accurate portrayal of his personality, his identity: quirky, non-conforming (a historical association with paisley), down-to-earth, and fun. Far from superficial, he paid no attention to fashion trends. He worn his ugly shirts unironically, totally unself-consciously, and dare I say it? Absolutely adorably.

The flashy, bold patterns reflected his sense of humor as much as his desire to be noticed, to stand out. (There is something ironic and thought-provoking in the high school reality that Xander still got ignored by most people, almost as if he were invisible — a theme Joss explored in the episode “Out of Mind, Out of Sight” — while dressed in the most outlandish outfit.) The vibrant, feminine colors (purple, red, magenta, etc.), and the floral motif (Aloha shirts) make him appear less masculine — which unfortunately for Xander, rendered him not, as a teenage boy no doubt desired, appear to teenage girls as an assertive and highly-desirable date, but as an awkward funny guy relegated to the tragic friend-zone. For the “jocks” that occupied the coveted tip of the high school male social pyramid, Xander’s unique style only reinforced the fact that he was not one of them.

Rumor has it that Joss had at one point intended for Xander to be Buffy’s romantic interest. By Hollywood stereotype, however, he was dressed on the show as the supporting character: no iconic item to anchor his style, confirm his status (like Giles, for example), no billowing long coat or mysterious black ensemble befitting of a male lead (Angel, Spike), no expensive power suit (the W&H lawyers on AtS) to intimidate or inspire awe. He was dressed as the plucky comic relief: the one who’d stand by the the protagonist, get the best jokes in the script, but not the girl. And as the true friend and ally: nonthreatening (therefore trustworthy), unpretentious, and authentic; someone who didn’t give a damn about how he looked, but cared deeply about getting the job done. As his clothes attested: you could count on him to say what was on his mind.

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Somehow, Xander’s fashion sense allowed him to be simultaneously relatable, unique and endearing. Because when your best friend is giving you a hug? Who cares if he’s wearing an ugly shirt?

Hey people,

So, I don’t know many people on here and would like to meet people within the fandoms I enjoy so I can talk to someone about them. So reblog if you are part of these fandoms and wouldn’t mind having awesome conversations about them:

• Root/ Shaw a.k.a. Shoot from Person of Interest
•Cophine / Tatiana Maslany with anyone from Orphan Black
•Regina/Emma from Once Upon A Time
•Clexa from The 100
•Alex Danvers/Maggie Sawyer (I am just hoping this ship sets off tomorrow)
•Kate Kane/Renee Montoya
• Any Sarah Waters book ( Tipping the Velvet, Night Watch, etc.) •Gail/Holly from Rookie Blue •Tara/Willow from Buffy •Faith/Buffy from Buffy •Xena/Gabrielle from Xena


Imagine walking home from church and Spike saves you from getting attacked by Angel. 

Spike pulled you to your feet, wiping a smear of blood from his lip with the back of his hand. “You alright, love?” he asked, blinking at you.

You nodded breathlessly, unsure of how to process the situation. “What just happened?” you whispered, voice high-pitched with a mixture of confusion and fear. The man’s face had changed and turned animal-like when he had fought off the other creature. The creature that had tried to hurt you. You wrapped your arms around yourself to try and stop your body from shaking.

Spike offered a crooked smile, “I just saved your life, love. The normal response is to say thank you.”

You nodded absently, “Th-thank you. Um, what are you?”

He shook his head, slinging an arm around your shivering shoulders, “Best to pretend like this is all a dream, love. Go on and have your lovely beans on toast. Don’t tell anyone about this ‘cause, if you do, you’ll get them killed. Ta for now.”

Gif Credit: Spike