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a crack pipe by any other name would smell just as sweet.
Oh, SHOW. My thoughts totally aren't any more coherent today but I'm not falling over in a pile of drunken giggling invective, so that's something.
Now I'm more like this sort of giggling mess.
( cut for spoilers and whatever rampant drug use rtd is engaging in. ) -
she says isn't it ironic, all I want is gin and platonic.
Asexuality and the Doctor-a possibly queer theory look at the labels in Doctor Who, my own experience with that identity, and a post that may be kept updated with new thoughts ( Read more... ) -
sometimes you count the days, sometimes you'll just slip away, there are watches to unwind.
Snagged from shinyopals since it was, um, shiny.
Post a single sentence from each WIP you have (or as many as you want to pick). No context, no explanations. (Since I tend to bend rules to my whims and fancies it is actually a shortish passage instead of just a single sentence. Pfffbbbt.)
( angels in the abattoir, junking up a good guitar. ) -
but just because they can't feel it too doesn't mean that you have to forget.
Okay, fandom, we have new Doctor Who updates so you can commence to explode everywhere like a giant messy thing. Right.
Set pictures from the Sun. As far as I can see the usual Moff-rage (heh, Moffrage, I like that) has started up, and the Greek Chorus of IT IS NOT MY SHOW ANYMORE I DO NOT CARE I AM NOT WATCHING EXCEPT HIS OUTFIT IS KIND OF SILLY ( Read more... ) -
but friday, i'm in love.
Regarding Torchwood Children of Earth, up to episode four.
( astonishing plot twist, jack gets shot dead. ) -
Planet of the Dead or at least the really sandy and sunbaked.
I think this post probably needs pictures: time to hotlink the BBC since I suspect I can't be arsed.
( It was a fun time and not too many people died. )
