Confused. Disappointed. Depressed. Betrayed.
These are just a few of the adjectives I would use to describe the ultimately perplexing end to Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Season Eight. I'm still not even clear on minor things like plot details, so it's going to be a long time before I ever accept the fate of any of these characters. If ever. I'm strongly leaning towards never on that one.
"Chosen" was the perfect ending to the series, and Season Eight takes away everything that was happy about it. Before I read Season Eight, the future was bright and shiny, and now it is closed and awful. Thanks a bunch, Joss. You're on my shit list, buddy. The Avengers better damn well deliver. Also, I still love you but if I ever meet you I might have to slap you a little for what you did to Angel and Giles and Buffy and Willow and, oh, the entire world.
Mostly I'm going to pretend that Season Eight is fanfic, I think. That'll work, yeah?