Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.
There’s a time and place for everything, and I believe it’s called ‘fan fiction’.
All worthy work is open to interpretations the author did not intend. Art isn’t your pet — it’s your kid. It grows up and talks back to you.
Season six of Angel would have kicked all manner of ass. And Illyria would have manifested as Fred often enough to become very confused about her identity. And now I’m sad again.