I just want to tell you that I love the summary you've given my fic. *twirls*
And I don't know about doing this again next year, but, uh, if you were to give me some type of prompt, I could maybe come up with some thing for you for Christmas *cough*.
Oooh. Errrrm. How about something concerning a birthday? Either one of them. (Totally not because I'm trying to write fluff based around Toby's birthday at this present time. *g*)
Do we know when Sam's birthday is? I can't remember if we were ever told. Toby's I know, because it's a week before mine. And they both blow, because with it being so close to Christmas, our actual birthday presents suck. (Also, relatedly, did I ever mention that your birthday si the day I was supposed to be born? So there's very little chance of me ever forgetting *your* birthday. *twirlsyoumore*)
(Oh, and, I'm a bad friend and if my head stays together tomorrow I'll send you a long comment to say so, but your piece was *lovely*. Really quite unlike anything I've read for a while and all full up of longing and brokenness. And bed-sharing. *g* And I loved it. :))
I think it would be cool. I don't often think *specifically* Sam/Toby. I mean, I enjoy the ship, but I guess... when I want to write something (it's a distant memory, lol) I don't immediately jump for them. So, I liked thinking outside my comfort zone :)
(Aw, thank you. I was worried it wouldn't make much sense because I'm still getting used to going from 'not working at all' to 'working 40 hrs a week.' My brain's still pretty fuzzy and I was afraid the story would reflex fuzziness, but in a bad sort of way, if that makes sense, lol. It's just about my bedtime (omg, I actually have a bedtime now) so my rambling's kinda at its peak level *g* Moral of the babbling? I'm very glad you enjoyed my fic.)
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And I don't know about doing this again next year, but, uh, if you were to give me some type of prompt, I could maybe come up with some thing for you for Christmas *cough*.
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Oooh. Errrrm. How about something concerning a birthday? Either one of them. (Totally not because I'm trying to write fluff based around Toby's birthday at this present time. *g*)
(We should do it again next year. *nodnod*)
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Do we know when Sam's birthday is? I can't remember if we were ever told. Toby's I know, because it's a week before mine. And they both blow, because with it being so close to Christmas, our actual birthday presents suck. (Also, relatedly, did I ever mention that your birthday si the day I was supposed to be born? So there's very little chance of me ever forgetting *your* birthday. *twirlsyoumore*)
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(Oh, and, I'm a bad friend and if my head stays together tomorrow I'll send you a long comment to say so, but your piece was *lovely*. Really quite unlike anything I've read for a while and all full up of longing and brokenness. And bed-sharing. *g* And I loved it. :))
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(Aw, thank you. I was worried it wouldn't make much sense because I'm still getting used to going from 'not working at all' to 'working 40 hrs a week.' My brain's still pretty fuzzy and I was afraid the story would reflex fuzziness, but in a bad sort of way, if that makes sense, lol. It's just about my bedtime (omg, I actually have a bedtime now) so my rambling's kinda at its peak level *g* Moral of the babbling? I'm very glad you enjoyed my fic.)
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