Drunk ourselves into the blue

[sovay]

Being entirely unable to sleep, I wrote a fill for Hold Me: A Comfort Fest: "The Dead, the Wide-Eyed and the Legless." Too much of the rest of this post was Tiny Wittgenstein, on account of being awake round the clock, and has been edited accordingly. I write fic on an average of once every year and change and had not written for Torchwood before. Either it takes place late in season two or I am ignoring the existence of the second-season finale; Owen is undead and Tosh is having a rough time in the aftermath of something I had to keep from turning into casefic. I can't believe "Mycology" is not an official tag on AO3.

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[minoanmiss]

*perks up*

(I so totally sympathize on the insomnia. ugh)

[sovay]

*perks up*

You can do art for the fest, too, just so you know.

(I so totally sympathize on the insomnia. ugh)

Thank you. I feel decoyed by having slept the previous nights of this week. I'm just in too much pain.