It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, but my darling when I think of thee

OKAY OKAY. Dreamwidth. Re-friending is going to take forever. WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'CIRCLE' WHAT WEB 2.0 NONSENSE IS THIS. Also then reposting all the fanfiction I feel like admitting to (HP, sorry, you can stay where you are, you're like the Green Day cassette tapes I won't throw out but also will never take out of the box where they're stored). Then: communities? Maybe?




Tbqh the best part of this is getting to change my username, which was left over from when it was just a fanfiction account. So. So tired of it. So tired.

Department of the world's most disheartening Venn diagram

LET'S CHRISTEN THIS BITCH WITH A TOTALLY UNNECCESSARY CROSSOVER FIC.

Okay so all the people who are in both fandoms add up to me. Oh well. (Obligatory HNNG WATCH BOARDWALK NOW and GALLIFREY IS PRETTY GREAT statements.) Sidenote: I was entranced by the idea of Richard Harrow being Leela until I remembered Leela isn't a Time Lord. Whoops. Still!

Gallifrey friends please hop on this train so I can yell @ you my incoherent excitements. Ngl I am pretty much dying over here. DYING...OF JOY???? It's possible.



Anyway. Everything is Gallifrey and nothing hurts. Let's do this.







"Come Josephine"
Boardwalk Empire/Gallifrey
Summary: FOBWATCHES. FOBWATCHES EVERYWHERE. Nucky, Margaret, Van Alden, and the sense that history is somehow repeating itself. Set vaguely mid-season one.
~1,700 words


( It's a strangeness even the fortune teller can't interpret. Tell me about before, he wants to say to her. When I was someone else. )