Let me see, what it it you'd want to know?
I am very much obsessed with books and writing.
My favourite foods are sushi, chocolate, pomegranates, mashed potatoes, and edamame. (Individually, not all together.)
I'm British, but can do a passable or better American, German, Irish, Scottish, & French accent.
I love to cook.
I love to bake even more.
I love pie.
I will never again eat a hot dog as long as I live.
I am a horror film junkie, the gorier the better.
I firmly believe that Sarah Williams is an fool for refusing the Goblin King.
I cry at any film involving true love, dogs, or the death of a main character, as well as every single Supernatural and Doctor Who season/series finale.
I am more than a little evil.
I am a quite firmly on Teams Bowie, Pine, Tennant, and Ackles, among many others.
I love all his stuff and have much of it memorized. I first heard Bowie when I was 11 yrs old and have loved him and his music and his vision ever since.
Most of the music I have is on tape - cassettes, lol, and some on vinyl, too.
You must love him as well, to even get the reference. Few do.
The God of Mischief sat upon his golden throne, Scepter in hand. He perked a dark eyebrow as toxic green eyes flashed menacingly. Loki's posture was characteristically lax as his green cape draped about his legs. After a few moments, the God's lips curled into a malicious grin across his seemingly frail face. It was then that Loki spoke, his tone low but eloquent.
My, my, this is a surprise.Loki began, shifting his position so that his temple was rested comfortably against his knuckles. It is not often that my realm is visited by those who attempt to flatter me. Now, tell me Agent. What brings you to my sanctuary? I somehow doubt you came here to bask in my glory.