omg yaaaaaaaaaaaaay you replied! *blinks* I did? Are you sure?
I adore you. My love for you is 4ever. It lurketh in the the shadows and grins with maniacal and stalkerish glee. *performs emergency surgery on your insides* 'm sorry. But! I have excuses! And a job (aka. device-which-converts-time-into-money) picking persimmon, and a funeral (not mine) and tennisssss.
It might have been. For some reason, I've half-forgotten most of my Torchwood fics, in what I'm hoping wasn't self-defence. It's possible some of them were horribly bad. Er. I did write Master/Owen in which Owen was freaked out b/c the pterodactyl was watching, but that's not the same thing.
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Date: 2008-05-25 08:02 am (UTC)*blinks* I did? Are you sure?
I adore you. My love for you is 4ever. It lurketh in the the shadows and grins with maniacal and stalkerish glee. *performs emergency surgery on your insides*
'm sorry. But! I have excuses! And a job (aka. device-which-converts-time-into-money) picking persimmon, and a funeral (not mine) and tennisssss.
It might have been. For some reason, I've half-forgotten most of my Torchwood fics, in what I'm hoping wasn't self-defence. It's possible some of them were horribly bad.
Er. I did write Master/Owen in which Owen was freaked out b/c the pterodactyl was watching, but that's not the same thing.