I am voracious for Sherlock slash. I have been devouring it on the train, while eating dinner, while watching other things on the television, even in the loo at work. It's all-encompassing
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I have informed The Boy that, while I love him to itty bitty pieces, if The Doctor materializes on my doorstep, I am gone, baby, gone. TARDIS-ho! Here comes the TARDIS ho!
The Boy's welcome to come, of course, but he hasn't made his mind up yet. I can't believe that he's still thinking about it.