Stay classy, AGA!
(Warning: this wank may require an immediate infusion of baby animals wearing people clothes. This is small but virulent. Thanks to the wank_report nonnys.)

Torchwood fans have been wondering why there hasn't been any news on a new season; theories ranged from the partnership between Starz and BBC falling through to writer to producer Russell T. Davies shifting his attention to a new series entirely. Even the actors didn't seem to know what was going on.

Yesterday the story broke about why the season has been delayed, and it's for one of the worst possible reasons: RTD's partner has been diagnosed with brain cancer and he's taking time off to take care of him.

The Anti-Gwen Alliance (you may remember them from such wanks as "let's wear character bashing shirts to a con the actress playing the character is attending!" (original post now gone; wank report here, pretty wanky on its own, partial screencap here, because the internet never forgets) handles the news with their usual grace and tact.

Some, um..."highlights:"

I'm sorry for the poor guy who has cancer (and the misfortune to love RTD) but this can't be the reason why Starz does not continue.

I feel for anyone in the other guys position, especially as he now appears to be having to be nursed by Toad of Toad Hall, but I feel NO sympathy, whatsoever, for RTD. He is clutching at straws- no-one has picked up on his god awful "cucumber" thing so he needs an excuse to get back over here and mess with our TV again. I just hope to god that the BBC has the sense to barricade the doors and pretend they aren't home when he calls.....

And once again somebody else gets blamed for RTDs fail. No fans to blame left Crusty? The terrible boyfriend needs to step in as the goat? That's low.

I'm going to go write some fluff now. Or look at puppies. Maybe write about my OTP playing with puppies.