I wrote this over in
gabrielleabelle's LJ and well, some people thought it was funny so I'm reposting it here so that everyone can bask in my brilliance (or rather my "I only slept 2 hours last night, I feel punchy"-ance). This is how you get into Whedon-Heaven.
WHEDONITE'S CREED
You have to believe in the Spike Almighty, creator of cheekbones and shagging. You have to believe in Buffy, his only love, The Slayer, was created by some shadowmen who were dicking around with magics that they did not themselves understand, who suffered under Glory, died twice, but was only buried once. That she ascended into Heaven, and sometime during the start of the fall season, she rose again from the dead with the help of a plucky redheaded witch and her friends. That you believe in Willow, the Goddess, a really hot lesbian, who can fly and kill you with her brain if she so deems. And that you deny the teachings of the one with hair that sticks straight up and is lame. That you must believe he is bloody stupid.
In the name of Whedon, A-women.
ETA: Now with more Spike (and Whedon-Heaven where everything is soft lit and in slow motion with a wind machine. And there is ceral!) (feel free to reply with even more .gifs of the Holy Trinity)