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allfireburnsYou know what annoys me?
I'm writing a Torchwood fic with Jack and Yvonne, and I can't make an oblique reference to one of my favorite crackships because the timeline is off. Damn you, Fragments, and your... having... backstory! Or something.
*Dramatic sigh*
Though I would like to note that every time I watch Army of Ghosts/Doomsday, I get the urge to write epic stories about Torchwood One. Even if they're crazy and don't know when to stop poking at things, THEY ARE ADORABLE.And I could play with my crackship in that same verse! It would be brilliant!
Yeah, mostly I'm just sitting here nervously waiting for the results of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
writerinadrawer. Yes, I get way too worked up about these things. Shut up.
Also, if anyone is wondering (I know you weren't, but I like to pretend), On a Saturday is undergoing even more crazyfun changes in my brain. (Damn you, Rift.) I don't even know if I want to actually plot anything until it appears to have settled down into some sort of... sane... stable... verse... thing. Except that I want to, because I miss my crazy immortals. And the crazy DMA kids. And... yeah, there's a lot of crazy in this verse.
My back hurts. A lot. I need to find painkillers. I know there are painkillers around here somewhere... I just never remember where I've put them when I move them. Iiii'm brilliant.
I'm writing a Torchwood fic with Jack and Yvonne, and I can't make an oblique reference to one of my favorite crackships because the timeline is off. Damn you, Fragments, and your... having... backstory! Or something.
*Dramatic sigh*
Though I would like to note that every time I watch Army of Ghosts/Doomsday, I get the urge to write epic stories about Torchwood One. Even if they're crazy and don't know when to stop poking at things, THEY ARE ADORABLE.
Yeah, mostly I'm just sitting here nervously waiting for the results of
writerinadrawer. Yes, I get way too worked up about these things. Shut up.Also, if anyone is wondering (I know you weren't, but I like to pretend), On a Saturday is undergoing even more crazyfun changes in my brain. (Damn you, Rift.) I don't even know if I want to actually plot anything until it appears to have settled down into some sort of... sane... stable... verse... thing. Except that I want to, because I miss my crazy immortals. And the crazy DMA kids. And... yeah, there's a lot of crazy in this verse.
My back hurts. A lot. I need to find painkillers. I know there are painkillers around here somewhere... I just never remember where I've put them when I move them. Iiii'm brilliant.
