Ugh.
I've been sort of M.I.A. due to an absolute bugger of a sinus infection, which basically equated to lying on the couch watching CSI for four days while hacking and coughing and wanting to die. Plus having weird dreams that read like bad crossovers (Ianto + Greg + Christmas dinner = WTF ( Read more... )
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Ianto + Greg + Christmas dinner = A STORY I DEFINITELY THINK YOU SHOULD WRITE. Actually Ianto + Greg in just about any situation is acceptable to me. This boils down to "Greg pretty. Ianto pretty. Greg and Ianto NNNNNNNNGH." Toss Jack (or Nick!) into that mix, and my bunk is guaranteed a visit.
I didn't do anything cool (except have a nervous breakdown) while you were gone. I have no awesome link for you. Except this. For teh lulz.
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And OHGOD. It was cracky, cracky Christmas dinner. There were meat pies shaped like blowfish aliens and Ianto wouldn't eat them because he thought they were made of blowfish aliens. I have no idea where Jack and Nick were. Probably screwing in the other room. I'm still waiting to have that dream. Maybe I'll write it closer to Christmas. But I did realise that IANTO AND GREG CAN TOTALLY BOND OVER COFFEE. Yes, the capslock was necessary. I am laying blame for this situation entirely at the feet of nightanddaze's story. Which is still the best CSI fic I've ever read (sort of sad if you think about it since it's not really a CSI fic). And I've read kind of a lot of them lately. Never seen so much twu wuv and mawwiage syndrome in all my life.
Sorry 'bout your nervous breakdown. I'm due for one of those in about a month. Also sorry for this big pile of snarky word-vomit. The antibiotics are wreaking havoc with my alcohol tolerance.
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