cheers and salutations
May. 1st, 2020 10:13 amI've gone friends only, but my fic is available on AO3 (Still shifting things.)
This journal contains mainly Torchwood and Avengers squee, not personal stuff. Minor friending policy jazz on my profile.
The hellspawn tip doesn't pan out, but Dean and Castiel find other ways to spend a day and a half (no thanks to a cupid who's lost her grace or to f'in Crowley.)
And nobody says "Adios" at the end.
The hellspawn tip doesn't pan out, but Dean and Castiel find other ways to spend a day and a half (no thanks to a cupid who's lost her grace or to f'in Crowley.)
And nobody says "Adios" at the end.
“None of your business, Bucky.” Steve frowned.
“Since when?”
“Because I’m Catholic, and Republican, I don’t believe in drugs or cohabitation. I believe in liquor and serial matrimony,” Jack said logically.
“You believe in one-night stands! You’ve been with tons of women!” Liz sputtered.
“You’re not a woman. You’re Lemon.”
Goodbye, 2012. 150,093 words of fic written. SHAZAM!