I'm not kidding. I've had DREAMS -- all right, one dream -- about stumbling on it on my f-list one afternoon. Like. I have dreams about me reading my f-list pretty regularly, and in one of them, I hover over my shoulder while I scream with delight when I see a little LJ-cut text reading "Ch. 8 of Close Quarters" on there.
Oddly enough, the f-list is purple. XD Which mine isn't. But.
And oh my God. After reading that. I could never hate your writing. Even if it is full of Kennedy-the-biscuit-fan. You didn't even have to throw in that hot, hot, hot wrong Pellew/Kennedy action. Fuck, I bet you could write St. Vincent/damp powder horn, and I would be all over it.Holy shit, I am almost blind with joy, and I know the person in the room next to me is deaf, because I've been squealing.
MY HANDS ARE SHAKING FOR I HAVE SEEN THE GLORY
Oddly enough, the f-list is purple. XD Which mine isn't. But.
And oh my God. After reading that. I could never hate your writing. Even if it is full of Kennedy-the-biscuit-fan. You didn't even have to throw in that hot, hot, hot wrong Pellew/Kennedy action. Fuck, I bet you could write St. Vincent/damp powder horn, and I would be all over it.Holy shit, I am almost blind with joy, and I know the person in the room next to me is deaf, because I've been squealing.