It's the little things.
The Tiny Tony Stark from this set is watching over me at Write Club tonight. He's ridiculously cute.
And it's sad that we will probably never see anything like this for Stargate, because I would kill for a Tiny Classic SG-1 like that.
So yes, at Write Club, not really writing. fairmer is being disgustingly industrious, clickity-clacking away at her keyboard with the fervor of, well, Mer, while I refresh livejournal every fifteen seconds and sigh deeply, with the melancholy of a woman bereft of engaging intellectual sustenance.
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Yeah. It's probably a good thing I'm not really writing tonight.
And it's sad that we will probably never see anything like this for Stargate, because I would kill for a Tiny Classic SG-1 like that.
So yes, at Write Club, not really writing. fairmer is being disgustingly industrious, clickity-clacking away at her keyboard with the fervor of, well, Mer, while I refresh livejournal every fifteen seconds and sigh deeply, with the melancholy of a woman bereft of engaging intellectual sustenance.
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.
.
Yeah. It's probably a good thing I'm not really writing tonight.