Yeah, that icon is the shit.
1. Hey, wanna see me step on my own dick? It'll be fun. You know, if you're into schadenfreude. Mah thoughts on warnings: [thoughts here]. No really. Okay, I don't know dick about warnings. I don't write dub-con, so I can't speak to that, but I hate warning for character death. This is the part where I whine. I do it now, because I feel like fandom has broken me, and not because I want to, and that bothers me, because I think part of the effect of like, One Thousand, was the character death. Knowing that it was coming wrecks it for me. I wanted everyone to be as shocked and sad and pissed as Joe would have been, and that doesn't work when you know that it's coming.
As fandom has broken me. I am content to be overruled. I love fandom, and fandom loves me. Have more Victory gin, Winston.
2. WHERE THE FUCK DID MY PHOTOSHOP INSTALLATION DISK GO? DO YOU KNOW WHERE IT IS? TELL ME, BITCHES!
3. I love when babies are born in fandom. YAY BABIES. GROW UP TO WRITE MOAR FIC. OR COSPLAY CERES VICTORIA. POSSIBLY VASH DU STAMPEDE.
4. Still hating on the HBB. HATING.
5. Oh Baked Lays, you are evil and must be destroyed by mah belleh.
6. Yet one more thing for which I wish I could take responsibility.
7. I love verasteine for her awesome meta, which I found really helpful, actually. But also, I love her because her post unearthed the phrases "writing Jack is like wearing Prada" and "Ianto makes my ass look great".
8. Because I am bored with myself, I shall post a bit of the
"You know what I hate?"
"A mystery?"
Jack nodded. "A myst-no wait, I like mysteries." He frowned at Ianto, who was holding a plastic body bag near the alien's feet as Owen prepared to lift them. "I was gonna say that I don't like eviscerated aliens on my doorstep."
Owen dropped the Xarxian's lower half onto the body bag under it. "We're in Splott. That's hardly our doorstep."
Ianto nodded. "He's right. The Plass would, technically, be our doorstep."
Jack crossed his arms and tried to frown, but it was amusing to watch Owen struggle with a body that was larger than his own. "You two have no appreciation for a good lead-in line."
Ianto began zipping up the body bag, but stopped at the knees when Owen waved his hands away, looking at something on the chest. "I have plenty of appreciation for good lines, when I hear them." Ianto shook his head and smiled at Jack. "And by the way, this is still a mystery."
Jack sighed. He was right about that.
There. Off to read TBB fics. WOOT!