I'm putting this stuff here so I don't loose it down the back of the sofa. If, however, you inexplicably find yourself reading this journal then feel free to comment and tell me how much you wanted to throw up enjoyed it. Really. I'm old and ugly. I can take it.
Behold as I perform the Happy Dance of Disclaim!:
All characters belong to Storm Constantine, who writes them so much better than I do, oh yes indeed! Go buy the books and find out! No doubt some special corner of hell is even now being prepared for me due to my misuse of her fine creations, but it's either this or Andy Pandy and Teddy slash, and nobody wants that, now do they? *stern glare*