Hey, I'm Freya. I'm a geeky chick who resides in New Zealand. I like to gift people with kittens, make specious claims about the children of trilby hats, and fuck things for a lark, I'm gonna go make tea. Lives off of a strange mixture consisting mostly of tea, ginger beer and BLTs. Occasionally consumes the energy drink V and promptly regrets it, especially after doing the 'My Immortal' drinking game using it. Loves everybody in the world. Except you. Only you. Don't worry about it though. The assassins came fairly cheap. We'll hold a nice funeral. There will be cake. Chances are good that if you friend me, I'll friend you back. If you're a Treehousian, chances are even better. I have an unfortunate habit of letting my mouth - or, on the internet, typing - run away with me and write things without thinking. If I rant and hurt you, that was not the intention; usually, the intention is just to blow off steam, and occasionally I'm too exhausted to remember to hit 'Friends Only'. You're welcome to write fics set in the 'In Space' verse (give credit), but please don't write fics for L:VH until I've finished it, simply because I don't want to Joss really cool fanfic.
(NOTE: I have several fics that are set so only Treehousians can view them. Hence, if you're a Treehousian and friending me to see the joyous f-locked smut, you'll have to let me know. Cheers!)