I am
ridiculously irritable right now, which is partially high level sleep deprivation, as I am an idiot, and partially stewing--I kid you not--over Dr. Who finale reviews. Part of this is
I keep reading them, even when the
subject line says it will not be my cup of tea, and part of it is vague unformed anticipation of a new SGA season, and a bit of it is I somehow, while randomly reading through Due South recs, managed to hit
three deathfic, and a
dead puppy fic one after another because I kept forgetting to check the warnings. I can't even work out the odds on managing that.
Dead puppy!
Then Madelyn pasted some traumatizing Jack/Ianto that helped clear my mind of
omg dead puppy! and went to
oh my God, someone *wrote* that? Why? which was zen inducing because I cannot deal with dead puppies (puppy!) but terrifying Torchwood porn is a-okay.
Short and vaguely grumpy, below cut, Dr. Who spoilers, Rose specific:
( because I just want to get this out of my system before I act incredibly stupid in public )Okay, now that is done. I am still not sleepy. And now I am remembering dead puppy fic. Gah. Puppy. And hopefully, will see Nephew today. Pictures are promising.