I demand pouting rights.

Not only did the greedy Amtrak carry my gambling_pirate away this morning, but the blasted thing had the GALL to be early. So when we walked through the doors it was all chickenpecks, quick goodbyes, and shoo they're loading.

Just as well. I would have been a dork about it otherwise.

I can't decide whether to scurry around prepping for Easter or slide happily into some fic-verse or another...
Jack-bear and I are going to watch a few bits of the Lost Disc and then I'll decide.
Either way I need to steel myself against moping, nod. So, busy busy busy...

And in the spirit of busy:
( Tha Pants Meme! )

Raven in the trampoline.

Dingle Regatta In My Pants...
Ok, going to save spazzing raven, now.

[EDIT: In the style of O'Brian, I am going to add 21. Because... Man-Of-War In My Pants.
Just like that.]

n. erd.

Note: eightybajillion thanks to british_pickle for the latest link and the post that reminded me...

32 reasons why I love the Original Script:
(also 32 reasons why you'll no doubt be seeing some scriptcanon fic out of me, mm yes.)
( Here Follows Major Dorking-Out )