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[strangecreature]

Today has involved good coffee, people randomly dropping in to leave full pages of thoughtful commentary on my fic, and braving the mall again to buy a Most Excellent Hoodie in a clearance sale. Life is good! (Hoodie does not have pandas on it, but it does have butterflies. *g

Comments

[stratospherique]

Clearly we need to petition them. SHIRTLESS PHOTOSHOOT. IT WILL SAVE LIVES.

[strangecreature]

A damn good plan if I ever saw one! I'll start drawing up the papers! (It might also kill more than a couple folks dead with glee, but let's just not mention that bit to them, eh?)

[stratospherique]

But those people will die happy, surely that counts for something!

[strangecreature]

AND DYING HAPPY SAVES LI... waitaminute. X-D

[morebliss]

Yeah, Bob! What do you say to showing us your tummy?

[strangecreature]

Awwww, Bob! C'mon, share and be a friend!

[morebliss]

"Soak up my clothed beauty my bitches!"

[strangecreature]

No, Bob, no! Less clothing, not more!

[apiphile]

I keep TELLING EVERYONE. I need to see this man's navel. I need proof that he's human and not in fact an alien god from the planet of HOT.

[strangecreature]

Look, if Bob turns out to be an alien, I demand Harkness/Bryar slash, dammit.

[apiphile]

Ooooh. I just got a flare of possessive rage. NO, JACK. BOB IS *MINE*.

[strangecreature]

Listen, if anybody in the universe would be willing to share and play nice, it'd be Jack...

(You want to hear something fairly freakin' adorable? Little sister can't quite figure out how to pronounce 'Ianto', so when we're watching Torchwood she refers to him as "the handsome-handsome". She also thought Jack's proper name was "Captain Torchwood" for a while there. I do not think Jack would necessarily object to being called that.)