The Boys of “Buffy”

Today’s photo post comes straight from London’s heart, brain and loins, on a topic close to all the aforementioned areas: hot guys on Buffy the Vampire Slayer!

Spike

I shall start with Spike because by the time I got into the show, Angel was already old news. Therefore, I was always a Spike-Buffy ’shipper. Despite his Billy Idol looks and his increasingly emaciated appearance (get thee to a blood bank), there was just something about the good-versus-evil struggle within him (both literally and figuratively, thanks to the chip) and how he was William the Bloody turned Spike the Softie for Buffy that was totally hot. I grew up pining for ne’er do wells, especially ones who pined back. I was raised on Spike and Buffy macking it so hard a building fell down. MOAR PLZ!

Angel

Angel was too hot to live. That’s why he probably died oh so long ago. He was a bit of a naysayer, though, amiright? Too practical, too morose. But his antics made me think brooding studs were into whimsical, sunshiny girls. Not so much. That must only work for Slayers. Thanks for lying to me, Joss Whedon! Anyway, Angel was a fine piece of man. I pledge allegiance to David Boreanaz’s dimples, stars and stripes forever.

Riley

Oh, Riley. You were all wrong for the Buffster! For one, you were bred on rules, responsibility and fancy weaponry, not vigilantism against Hellmouth spawn. Not to mention, you’re human. Needless to say, we weren’t so sad to see you go, but you got a happy ending—you married a like-minded babe. And I’m sure in Buffy’s heart you’ll really be known as “the one who got away,” provided that you, unlike other suitors, were not A) undead, B) wallowing in drama and C) completely unhinged. You also had a hot bod.

Xander

Now that I’m older and wiser, I find myself hot for Xander. Unwavering loyalty and devotion, foxy smile, constantly with the one-liners, sexy eyes (until he lost one)… Let’s just forget he ditched Anya at the altar in favor of the good stuff, shall we? Perhaps we can’t. A male friend once expressed the unfairness plaguing Xander’s life as the show progressed—he identified most strongly with Xander, the guy with no super powers and riding on nothing but charm and wit who wound up with the hot, popular girl…and yet after high school, he lived in a basement, put on weight and did manual labor. But hey, he was what, twenty-one? I’m sure Xander has gotten it together since the finale…at least I hope.

Oz

Who could hate on Oz? His smitten-ness with Willow was downright adorable. (I still smile thinking of her strolling oblivious in front of his van and him murmuring to himself, mystified, “Who is that girl?” Tee!) He was always chill and offering up enduring support and witty banter. And he was a musician! Buffy the Vampire Slayer really was the breeding ground for my taste in men. I suppose it was not so charming when he slept with the were-whore. I guess you really can’t teach a teen wolf new tricks.

Giles

Somehow, Giles has made it perfectly uncreepy for a forty-something-year-old single man hang out with attractive teenagers—but only in his case. How does he do it? Is it the tweed suits? The MLS degree? The charming British accent? The extensive knowledge of underworld activity and arcane weaponry? Whatever it is, Giles’s got it, although I do have to crack up at Giles/Willow sexytime fanfic. Y’all can hope!

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