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fan_eluneBecause I wanna keep a track of all the letters I wrote. This meme = the love, guys. The love. Give it a go here (and go find out what everybody's written me! Flist, I love you!), and post it in your own LJs!
- Lindsey McDonald (AtS), for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
poisontaster
- Commodore Norrington (PotC), forthe_grynne
- Edward (Anita Blake), forhouses7177
- Alec (Dark Angel), fortthjinni
- Brian Kinney (QaF US) forstampinground
- Inara Serra (Firefly), forsouth_uist
- Faith (BtVS, AtS), Darth Vader, Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars), and Katherine Merteuil (Cruel Intentions), forgreenie_breizh
- Shane (The L-Word), forovercraft
- Severus Snape (HP), forkhylarenelf
- Andrew Wells (BtVS, AtS), fortheemdash
- River Tam (Firefly) and the Metatron (Dogma), forshadesofbrixton
- Wash (Firefly), forfoxxcub
- Josh Lyman (TWW) and Ten (Doctor Who), forrandomling
- Jenny (The L-Word), forjade_plume
I'm seriously in love with this meme. I'm thinking of treating it to some quality winin' an' dinin' tonight.
Here are all my initial answers, though really, at least for the entries that aren't protected, it's much more fun to go and read what answers they received, too.
Hey babe,
I gotta thank you for directing me to that swami, he had a real interesting take on that cloaking I need to get up and running. Sounds like I just need to get some ink done, who'd have thought?
I'll be heading back to LA as soon as that's done, I can't leave vamp-boy in charge of the place for too long. Still can't really believe fucking Angel would compromise his morals like that, I guess even he isn't the oustanding example of righteousness he wanted everybody to think he was. I gotta say he pulled the wool over my eyes for a little while, I'm kinda pissed at him about that. I gave him good advice, and what does he do? The exact fucking contrary. Probably why I wanna see him suffer that badly.
Yeah, I know, since when do I need a reason. Signing off Darla's kid was already - fuck, I'm ranting about the asshole again. Just wanted to say thanks for the tip, and I'll probably stop by and say hi on my way to the city of fucking angels. Show you my amazing new tats.
Take care, and stay away from Wolfram & Hart,
Linds
---
Dear Miss Dai,
I shall be most thankful if you could refrain from encouraging rather unstable individuals prone to obsessive behaviour to choose me as the subject for their misguided, atrocious attempts at writing sonnets. The resulting sheaf of writings found on my doorstep this morning is not only unpractically voluminous, but also barely deserving of the term 'poetry,' if at all.
I am sure their author could well profit from targetting a more fitting subject with their deranged muses. I can think, off the top of my head, of a certain pirate captain that is well ready to preen and prance about for the merest scrap of attention, and stand convinced that he would welcome such retarded attempts at poetry in his usual grand manner.
I trust you will consequently cease all such encouragements, and help the poor, obviously deranged soul that left those 'sonnets' on my doorstep direct her efforts onto a more worthy subject.
Respectfully yours,
Commodore James Norrington
---
Do you ever think of what life could be like, had a few things been different? It's a very human thing to do. How the smallest event could change the course of your existence, a person not met, a bus not caught, an appointment not kept, a form not filled? Do you ever lay awake at night, and wonder what other sort of life you could lead?
I don't.
-- Edward
---
You know, this is all Max's fault.
Seems like I won't be able to make it to our pool date tonight, you must have seen it all over the news by now. Mutants holed up in Terminal City, declare themselves a nation? Freak Nation, that's the word around here. We're just waiting for the authorities' next move.
She'd almost make me feel proud, you know. And worst yet? Like I belong here with the rest of the freaks. I was better off before she came along.
See you around, Jin. Maybe I'll survive.
-- Alec
---
Before you go and think you're something special, I'm sending this out to all of Justin's friends, okay? So if you're getting this it means you're in his address book, nothing more. Right. Now that that's out of the way.
I got talked into organizing a fucking surprise birthday party for him. I think I might have been high when I said I'd do it, which Mickael was probably counting on when he suggested it. I'll get him back for that, the cunning little bastard.
So, yeah, surprise birthday party for Justin, at my place this Friday night. There's a map attached to the e-mail. You'd better bring him good fucking presents.
Oh, and maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Brian. The boyfriend.Mickael, I'm gonna kill you for this. Really. None of your comic super-heroes could rescue you from my wrath.
-- Brian Kinney
---
Dear Anne-Sylvie,
I hope things are going well in your part of the 'verse. Have the riots reached Bernadette? The Cortex has been so unreliable of late, and I know better than to trust the rumors that reach us in the Rim. Things are positively hectic, which I cannot say, in all honesty, that I mind. I supported Unification, yes, but the government has gone too far with this.
On a more personal note, I find that I do not mind being back on Serenity. Yes, I am back on the ship. It's a much too long story, and I have too little time to devote to the telling of it now, but I wanted to assure you that I was fine, and happy, if perhaps not as comfortable as I was in the training house. I have come to realise that Serenity has become synonymous with home to me. I dearly hope that you are as well as me, if not better.
Take care, meimei, and send me a wave when you can. I worry.
Inara
---
Yo! I thought I'd send you a quick note to let you know that Ace and I are on our way to Paris. Giles wants us to check out the council branch over there, so there we go. I don't speak a word of French, but Robin's pretty good at it, he says. All I know's he sounds hot.
Anyway, I thought I'd send you a warning before I come knocking on your door.
See ya real soon, J.
Faith
---
Ms. Breizh,
It has come to my attention that you have been hired to replace the late Mr. Stevens as Head of Catering on the Death Star. You might have heard of the circumstances of his death, but in case you hadn't, I thought I'd give you a quick runthrough.
Mr. Stevens had the unfortunate tendancy to surround himself with unrespectful, incapable help, who did not even know who I was. (Darth Vader, I run the Death Star, and yes this is a Star! Don't tell me we have to go through this again.) He met his end at the thin bit of a tray, which I was myself wielding with the Force. I hacked at his neck with it until the blood gushed forth all over the canteen floor.
I hope Mr. Stevens set an example. I will not accept anything subpar from you.
Also, I'm fairly partial to penne alla arrabiata. But no peas.
Darth Vader
Your Boss That Can Kill You With A Thought
---
To all oh-niners (but not you, Veronica) -
Party at my place on Saturday. Booze and loud music are on the menu. Try and bring your brains along for a change; half the fun's in drowning them in alcohol, after all.
-- Logan E.
---
I am seething, Hélène, fucking seething. I was expelled from school. Me! Katherine Merteuil! Do you remember Sebastian's little bitch, the Hargrove girl? He gave her his journal. She shamed me in front of the whole school, right when I was in the middle of my Oscar-worthy performance as the mournful, teary-fucking-eyed sister! She told them where I kept my powder, and that was the end of me.
Honestly. I could have clawed her eyes out. And guess who she enrolled to help her? Cecile Caldwell.
My beloved stepfather is, of course, beside himself with rage. I've got a fucking black eye, Hélène. And worse yet. They're sending me to an all-girl Catholic boarding school. I think I might puke.
Everybody - knows - everything - about Sebastian, and all he knew about me. It's disgusting, all this... truth.
-- Katherine
---
Hey O,
Big news, and a favor to ask. Dana just landed another contract for some more commercials, and they're gonna shoot the whole thing in Paris. They want her so badly she managed to wrangle a couple extra plane tickets from them, so it sounds like me and Al and her will be visiting next month.
They're not getting us extra hotel rooms, though. The two of them are shacking up together, but I was wondering if I could crash on your couch or something? Not exactly rolling on gold here. And you have to take us around the Village. What's it's called again? The Marray or something?
Whaddaya say?
-- Shane
---
To all the so-called students dunderheaded enough to believe that they can pass their NEWTs in Potions -
Upon the results of our last 'lesson' together, I have come to the conclusion that not a one of you is fit to take their NEWTs. I should hardly be surprised; none of you has the makings of a potion master, as it takes more finesse and sharpness of spirit than you have shown in your entire life.
The exam date is fast approaching, and much as I would have liked to give up on the lot of you as utterly hopeless, it has been brought to my attention that it would look rather, well, bad, if none of my 'students' passed their exam.
Consequently, I have drawn a list of those of you who I think may have a skull slightly less thick than the rest of their comrades, and the smallest chance of passing. I must, it seems, resort to extreme measures and offer those pupils private tutorial.
Mr. Malfoy, I will see you on Monday evenings after classes. Ms. Granger, Tuesdays. Mr. Zabini, Wednesdays. Ms. Khylaren, Thursdays. Mr. Corner, Fridays. I strongly encourage you to be on time, and not make me regret this. The consequences might be rather unpleasant.
The rest of you are a lost cause, but I shall still endeavour to teach you some of the subtleties of great potion-making in class. If any one of you decides not to come to class anymore following this letter, rest assured that I will see to it that he or she forgets the meaning of 'spare time,' to be replaced by the notion of 'endless detention.'
Do try to bring what little brains you have to the dungeon, for a change,
Prof. Severus Snape
---
OMG. I'm so glad I found you, Ali. Nobody understands the Daniel/Jack love like you do. Their love is so true! Xander always looks at me weird when I mention it - I shouldn't be surprised, really. I mean sure, they're all with the big lesbo love at the Council, but they're not very in tune with m/m slash. No one else even notices the stuff that goes on around here. *cough*RobinandSpike*cough* *cough*XanderandSpike*cough* *cough*AngelandSpike*cough* Geez, is there any guy Spike does not have UST with?
Anyway. I gotta run, Mr. Giles is asking for my valued expertise as a demon raiser. You know, gotta go and risk my life to ensure the safety of mankind.
Remember the Force is with you, always.
- Andrew
---
This journal is problematic.
It is not live.
signed: streamofconsciousness
---
Behold the Metatron's penmanship, scribe of the Almighty, and written voice of the one true God -
She sends Her love, and thanks you for the laughs. It appears that She's taken a great liking to this thing you call 'smut.' ...truth be told, there are entire choirs of us laughing over it.
Tequila?
The Metatron
Really usually Herald of the Almighty and Voice of the One True God
---
Oh - whoa. This place is - whoa. Are those - men - doing the... naughty sort of... horizontal dance. ...and vertical, too. ...oh. I didn't know that was even doable like that. Me and Zoe never quite got it right.
Right! Erm, hi? You write some mighty interesting stories, lady. Is this the afterlife, though? I expected it more... firey-pitty, or angels-on-cloudsy, somehow. Or possibly reincarnation? This is... unexpected.
This must be a very special sort of hell.
- Wash
---
Things are crazy around here. You're gonna ask me what's new, but this is a special type of crazy. The straitjacket type. Honestly. I swear I'll get back to you in less of a rush in a few days, once things have blown over, but to give you an overview of the situation: Leo's in a mood because Sam is taking Mallory on a date. Sam's obsessing over the origin of the phrase 'raining cats and dogs' (don't ask), possibly to hold a Mallory-related panic attack at bay. CJ's threatened to castrate me when I suggested I could talk to the press about that thing we have on Thursday. Donna's dating this idiotic lawyer who is inescapably going to break her heart and then who is gonna have an assistant that can't get through the day without breaking down into tears? Oh, and Toby's on another one of his vendettas, only this time it's doomed and he knows it and it means his mood rivals Leo's. And don't let me get started on POTUS.
Did I mention I'd managed to piss off the feminists again?
I'll call you one of these nights to catch up. Take care.
Josh
---
You! You, you, you. I remember you! 21st century, wasn't it. Laura, Laurie... I'm almost there. Something to do with mini-trolls from Galapedan, and Jack took a liking to you. Lucy! That's right, Lucy! How've you been?
It's the Doctor. Yes, yes, different handwriting. Different 'lots of things,' actually. I'm a different man! Only the same. But sexier, I think, and not ginger. Not that I used to be, but ginger would have been nice this time round.
Right! So, the reason I'm writing. Is because I liked you, and still might, but mostly Jack. I mean... we've lost Jack. Misplaced him, so to speak. You've not seen him, have you? It's worth a shot. Let me know.
Cheers!
The Doctor
---
Jade,
I suck at this writing thing, honestly. It's like there's all those worlds in my head, and it all spirals back to my childhood, and I can't make anything out of it. I think that's why I cut. To try and get the words out, the worlds out. Out with the blood.
I'm such a fuck-up.
Jenny
- Lindsey McDonald (AtS), for
poisontaster- Commodore Norrington (PotC), for
the_grynne- Edward (Anita Blake), for
houses7177- Alec (Dark Angel), for
tthjinni- Brian Kinney (QaF US) for
stampinground- Inara Serra (Firefly), for
south_uist- Faith (BtVS, AtS), Darth Vader, Logan Echolls (Veronica Mars), and Katherine Merteuil (Cruel Intentions), for
greenie_breizh- Shane (The L-Word), for
overcraft- Severus Snape (HP), for
khylarenelf- Andrew Wells (BtVS, AtS), for
theemdash- River Tam (Firefly) and the Metatron (Dogma), for
shadesofbrixton- Wash (Firefly), for
foxxcub- Josh Lyman (TWW) and Ten (Doctor Who), for
randomling- Jenny (The L-Word), for
jade_plumeI'm seriously in love with this meme. I'm thinking of treating it to some quality winin' an' dinin' tonight.
Here are all my initial answers, though really, at least for the entries that aren't protected, it's much more fun to go and read what answers they received, too.
Hey babe,
I gotta thank you for directing me to that swami, he had a real interesting take on that cloaking I need to get up and running. Sounds like I just need to get some ink done, who'd have thought?
I'll be heading back to LA as soon as that's done, I can't leave vamp-boy in charge of the place for too long. Still can't really believe fucking Angel would compromise his morals like that, I guess even he isn't the oustanding example of righteousness he wanted everybody to think he was. I gotta say he pulled the wool over my eyes for a little while, I'm kinda pissed at him about that. I gave him good advice, and what does he do? The exact fucking contrary. Probably why I wanna see him suffer that badly.
Yeah, I know, since when do I need a reason. Signing off Darla's kid was already - fuck, I'm ranting about the asshole again. Just wanted to say thanks for the tip, and I'll probably stop by and say hi on my way to the city of fucking angels. Show you my amazing new tats.
Take care, and stay away from Wolfram & Hart,
Linds
---
Dear Miss Dai,
I shall be most thankful if you could refrain from encouraging rather unstable individuals prone to obsessive behaviour to choose me as the subject for their misguided, atrocious attempts at writing sonnets. The resulting sheaf of writings found on my doorstep this morning is not only unpractically voluminous, but also barely deserving of the term 'poetry,' if at all.
I am sure their author could well profit from targetting a more fitting subject with their deranged muses. I can think, off the top of my head, of a certain pirate captain that is well ready to preen and prance about for the merest scrap of attention, and stand convinced that he would welcome such retarded attempts at poetry in his usual grand manner.
I trust you will consequently cease all such encouragements, and help the poor, obviously deranged soul that left those 'sonnets' on my doorstep direct her efforts onto a more worthy subject.
Respectfully yours,
Commodore James Norrington
---
Do you ever think of what life could be like, had a few things been different? It's a very human thing to do. How the smallest event could change the course of your existence, a person not met, a bus not caught, an appointment not kept, a form not filled? Do you ever lay awake at night, and wonder what other sort of life you could lead?
I don't.
-- Edward
---
You know, this is all Max's fault.
Seems like I won't be able to make it to our pool date tonight, you must have seen it all over the news by now. Mutants holed up in Terminal City, declare themselves a nation? Freak Nation, that's the word around here. We're just waiting for the authorities' next move.
She'd almost make me feel proud, you know. And worst yet? Like I belong here with the rest of the freaks. I was better off before she came along.
See you around, Jin. Maybe I'll survive.
-- Alec
---
Before you go and think you're something special, I'm sending this out to all of Justin's friends, okay? So if you're getting this it means you're in his address book, nothing more. Right. Now that that's out of the way.
I got talked into organizing a fucking surprise birthday party for him. I think I might have been high when I said I'd do it, which Mickael was probably counting on when he suggested it. I'll get him back for that, the cunning little bastard.
So, yeah, surprise birthday party for Justin, at my place this Friday night. There's a map attached to the e-mail. You'd better bring him good fucking presents.
Oh, and maybe I should introduce myself. I'm Brian. The boyfriend.
-- Brian Kinney
---
Dear Anne-Sylvie,
I hope things are going well in your part of the 'verse. Have the riots reached Bernadette? The Cortex has been so unreliable of late, and I know better than to trust the rumors that reach us in the Rim. Things are positively hectic, which I cannot say, in all honesty, that I mind. I supported Unification, yes, but the government has gone too far with this.
On a more personal note, I find that I do not mind being back on Serenity. Yes, I am back on the ship. It's a much too long story, and I have too little time to devote to the telling of it now, but I wanted to assure you that I was fine, and happy, if perhaps not as comfortable as I was in the training house. I have come to realise that Serenity has become synonymous with home to me. I dearly hope that you are as well as me, if not better.
Take care, meimei, and send me a wave when you can. I worry.
Inara
---
Yo! I thought I'd send you a quick note to let you know that Ace and I are on our way to Paris. Giles wants us to check out the council branch over there, so there we go. I don't speak a word of French, but Robin's pretty good at it, he says. All I know's he sounds hot.
Anyway, I thought I'd send you a warning before I come knocking on your door.
See ya real soon, J.
Faith
---
Ms. Breizh,
It has come to my attention that you have been hired to replace the late Mr. Stevens as Head of Catering on the Death Star. You might have heard of the circumstances of his death, but in case you hadn't, I thought I'd give you a quick runthrough.
Mr. Stevens had the unfortunate tendancy to surround himself with unrespectful, incapable help, who did not even know who I was. (Darth Vader, I run the Death Star, and yes this is a Star! Don't tell me we have to go through this again.) He met his end at the thin bit of a tray, which I was myself wielding with the Force. I hacked at his neck with it until the blood gushed forth all over the canteen floor.
I hope Mr. Stevens set an example. I will not accept anything subpar from you.
Also, I'm fairly partial to penne alla arrabiata. But no peas.
Darth Vader
Your Boss That Can Kill You With A Thought
---
To all oh-niners (but not you, Veronica) -
Party at my place on Saturday. Booze and loud music are on the menu. Try and bring your brains along for a change; half the fun's in drowning them in alcohol, after all.
-- Logan E.
---
I am seething, Hélène, fucking seething. I was expelled from school. Me! Katherine Merteuil! Do you remember Sebastian's little bitch, the Hargrove girl? He gave her his journal. She shamed me in front of the whole school, right when I was in the middle of my Oscar-worthy performance as the mournful, teary-fucking-eyed sister! She told them where I kept my powder, and that was the end of me.
Honestly. I could have clawed her eyes out. And guess who she enrolled to help her? Cecile Caldwell.
My beloved stepfather is, of course, beside himself with rage. I've got a fucking black eye, Hélène. And worse yet. They're sending me to an all-girl Catholic boarding school. I think I might puke.
Everybody - knows - everything - about Sebastian, and all he knew about me. It's disgusting, all this... truth.
-- Katherine
---
Hey O,
Big news, and a favor to ask. Dana just landed another contract for some more commercials, and they're gonna shoot the whole thing in Paris. They want her so badly she managed to wrangle a couple extra plane tickets from them, so it sounds like me and Al and her will be visiting next month.
They're not getting us extra hotel rooms, though. The two of them are shacking up together, but I was wondering if I could crash on your couch or something? Not exactly rolling on gold here. And you have to take us around the Village. What's it's called again? The Marray or something?
Whaddaya say?
-- Shane
---
To all the so-called students dunderheaded enough to believe that they can pass their NEWTs in Potions -
Upon the results of our last 'lesson' together, I have come to the conclusion that not a one of you is fit to take their NEWTs. I should hardly be surprised; none of you has the makings of a potion master, as it takes more finesse and sharpness of spirit than you have shown in your entire life.
The exam date is fast approaching, and much as I would have liked to give up on the lot of you as utterly hopeless, it has been brought to my attention that it would look rather, well, bad, if none of my 'students' passed their exam.
Consequently, I have drawn a list of those of you who I think may have a skull slightly less thick than the rest of their comrades, and the smallest chance of passing. I must, it seems, resort to extreme measures and offer those pupils private tutorial.
Mr. Malfoy, I will see you on Monday evenings after classes. Ms. Granger, Tuesdays. Mr. Zabini, Wednesdays. Ms. Khylaren, Thursdays. Mr. Corner, Fridays. I strongly encourage you to be on time, and not make me regret this. The consequences might be rather unpleasant.
The rest of you are a lost cause, but I shall still endeavour to teach you some of the subtleties of great potion-making in class. If any one of you decides not to come to class anymore following this letter, rest assured that I will see to it that he or she forgets the meaning of 'spare time,' to be replaced by the notion of 'endless detention.'
Do try to bring what little brains you have to the dungeon, for a change,
Prof. Severus Snape
---
OMG. I'm so glad I found you, Ali. Nobody understands the Daniel/Jack love like you do. Their love is so true! Xander always looks at me weird when I mention it - I shouldn't be surprised, really. I mean sure, they're all with the big lesbo love at the Council, but they're not very in tune with m/m slash. No one else even notices the stuff that goes on around here. *cough*RobinandSpike*cough* *cough*XanderandSpike*cough* *cough*AngelandSpike*cough* Geez, is there any guy Spike does not have UST with?
Anyway. I gotta run, Mr. Giles is asking for my valued expertise as a demon raiser. You know, gotta go and risk my life to ensure the safety of mankind.
Remember the Force is with you, always.
- Andrew
---
This journal is problematic.
It is not live.
signed: streamofconsciousness
---
Behold the Metatron's penmanship, scribe of the Almighty, and written voice of the one true God -
She sends Her love, and thanks you for the laughs. It appears that She's taken a great liking to this thing you call 'smut.' ...truth be told, there are entire choirs of us laughing over it.
Tequila?
The Metatron
Really usually Herald of the Almighty and Voice of the One True God
---
Oh - whoa. This place is - whoa. Are those - men - doing the... naughty sort of... horizontal dance. ...and vertical, too. ...oh. I didn't know that was even doable like that. Me and Zoe never quite got it right.
Right! Erm, hi? You write some mighty interesting stories, lady. Is this the afterlife, though? I expected it more... firey-pitty, or angels-on-cloudsy, somehow. Or possibly reincarnation? This is... unexpected.
This must be a very special sort of hell.
- Wash
---
Things are crazy around here. You're gonna ask me what's new, but this is a special type of crazy. The straitjacket type. Honestly. I swear I'll get back to you in less of a rush in a few days, once things have blown over, but to give you an overview of the situation: Leo's in a mood because Sam is taking Mallory on a date. Sam's obsessing over the origin of the phrase 'raining cats and dogs' (don't ask), possibly to hold a Mallory-related panic attack at bay. CJ's threatened to castrate me when I suggested I could talk to the press about that thing we have on Thursday. Donna's dating this idiotic lawyer who is inescapably going to break her heart and then who is gonna have an assistant that can't get through the day without breaking down into tears? Oh, and Toby's on another one of his vendettas, only this time it's doomed and he knows it and it means his mood rivals Leo's. And don't let me get started on POTUS.
Did I mention I'd managed to piss off the feminists again?
I'll call you one of these nights to catch up. Take care.
Josh
---
You! You, you, you. I remember you! 21st century, wasn't it. Laura, Laurie... I'm almost there. Something to do with mini-trolls from Galapedan, and Jack took a liking to you. Lucy! That's right, Lucy! How've you been?
It's the Doctor. Yes, yes, different handwriting. Different 'lots of things,' actually. I'm a different man! Only the same. But sexier, I think, and not ginger. Not that I used to be, but ginger would have been nice this time round.
Right! So, the reason I'm writing. Is because I liked you, and still might, but mostly Jack. I mean... we've lost Jack. Misplaced him, so to speak. You've not seen him, have you? It's worth a shot. Let me know.
Cheers!
The Doctor
---
Jade,
I suck at this writing thing, honestly. It's like there's all those worlds in my head, and it all spirals back to my childhood, and I can't make anything out of it. I think that's why I cut. To try and get the words out, the worlds out. Out with the blood.
I'm such a fuck-up.
Jenny
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Date: 2006-01-27 04:41 am (UTC)*points sweetly at own journal*
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Date: 2006-01-27 04:54 am (UTC)I would've given a try to Stuart or Mike, but god they're even harder.
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Date: 2006-01-27 04:58 am (UTC)And yeah, I would be hard-pressed with those two, too...
Thank you! So much! *grins*
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:03 am (UTC)You're very welcome! It was my pleasure, really. Let me know if your flist doesn't deliver with more letters and I'll give it another go.
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:11 am (UTC)..buuut anyway. Yes, that's my feeling, I wouldn't want to try Ten and get him wrong, it would be such an insult! And yes, that was utterly fabulous! I could hear his Scots-doing-Cockney accent, and everything!
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:23 am (UTC)And: *squeaaaals some more* Now maybe I'll feel confident enough to rewrite that Jack-meets-up-with-Ten-and-Rose fic I'd started so long ago.
*insert some fangirling over David here*
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Date: 2006-01-27 05:36 am (UTC)Ooh, I want to read that! (I also want to write one myself... but I've promised myself that I'm going to try my hand at something original after WoA is done.)
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