When you type in 'next iron chef rpf' on Google, a link to my journal shows up at the bottom.

Er?

But okay I still want my Forgione fic, I won't front. Give it to me. /grabbyhands

Last night I had a dream I was the leader of a merc team operating in the Ukraine after a nuclear apocalypse. *_____* BADASSERY. TELEPORTATION. You don't even know.