Yesterday is here

I'm really kind of tired and my face hurts. I don't want to write my paper for this week. I'm feeling vaguely burnt out from school and the absolutely horrible week at work I just had. Instead I want to watch football, drink wine, and write ficlets.

That's where my friendslist comes in. Please, please just drop me a line, a picture, an idea, anything. I'll write something short, maybe just a paragraph or two in Torchwood, Torchwood RPS (incl. John/Scott), Doctor Who, J2, Fringe, Venture Brothers, or Futurama.

Please? I really want to write something to get going so I can actually work on the J2 fic I promised Chrissy.


ETA: Stuff in comments! 3 so far. Keep 'em coming!

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Halp!

I'm in need of images of Ray Kowalski's apartment! I know they're out there but I'm hoping someone has them handy. I'm at work so I can't go searching for them.

[looks hopeful]

Pleeeeease?

MJ Roundup!

We (dayse, fayemeadows, and libitina) headed out Thursday morning after a full breakfast of eggs, bacon, fruit, bagels, lox, coffee, and tea. Nice way to head out for a long drive actually. We took that example and used it on Sunday too. The drive went very quick which was surprising. There was the Coffee Incident where I spilled an extra large Tim Hortons (Timmmmmmmies!) in the backseat as soon as we left the parking lot. Chrissy took us back through the drive thru where the guy was nice enough to give me a free one even as he blatantly made fun of me. Which I'm cool with because hey, new coffee (which incidentally libitina wouldn't let me hold until we were back on the highway) plus my car smells like coffee! But I digress. Quick drive where we made Chrissy listen to Voodoo. I cracked Libitina up with that because hey, you gotta emote when singing Voodoo!

Checked in quickly and cheered at our free fridge! Thank you medication. Beer is medication, right? We loaded up the food in the fridge, unpacked, laid about for a bit, and then headed down to the Theater Cafe to register. There was much hugging of the Giddy as well as others. I spent $9 on a Bookers on the rocks from the frazzled bartender who settled down later in the evening. Then after eating, I spent the evening talking to abelladonna, kimberlyfdr, j_s_calavante, and mickeymvt among others. Headed into bed very late at night but luckily everyone was still awake as we played with the sleep number beds. And then sleep.

The day started with Doctor Who and lots of coffee. I wanted to go to the McShep panel because they will always be in my heart but the Doctor Who panel was the only one that bethbethbeth was running and after her HP panel at the last MJ, I knew I wanted to go to that one. Also we got to discuss Doctor Who and it was smart and fun and people other than me love Seven! Then it was a break where dayse and I went to forage for food before the RPF panel. We did the same after that too before the genderfuck panel. During the language of fandom panel I started to get hugely nervous because the Jack/Ianto panel I was running with libitina was next. That went really well in my opinion. People seemed to enjoy it, there was conversation about how it is doomed, but we really wish them well. Plus there was a vid break for 'Papa Don't Preach' by fan_eunice which is hilarious MPREG where Jack is havin' his baby. *g*

Saturday's panels were afternoon only because of Friday night (which I will go back to) - the AU panel because HELLO my favourite thing ever! Then a break where I checked on dayse and got her out of the room long enough for the maid to clean. We watched the raffle which was fun before she went back to the room and I went to the Psych panel where I was co-modding with giddygeek. Again I think it went really well where people were enthused about the show and we discussed why people aren't as fannish about it as other shows when it has an easy slash setup (Gus' fear of naked men aside) and fun banter. Good stuff.

Honestly I don't remember much about the panels except almost all meta panels ended up about bandom. Which is fine because there was a ton of bandom people, but I have to admit there were moments where I felt media fandom wasn't getting as represented. This is my own opinion and I'm not bashing anyone's fandom here at all. It was just a little sad that everything meta dissolved into bandom. :/

But lets go back to Friday night.

Dinner at the lovely little Indian place where I had delish mater paneer. And then we started drinking while we got ready for the vid show and dance party. Buttershots are excellent. And even more excellent with Jameson as libitina discovered when we were pre-dinner drinking in treewishes room. cmshaw and lightgetsin joined the room and dayse forced buttershots on them as well. She was all for the buttershots.

But they can turn on you. Keep that in mind for later.

So we drank about half the bottle before we realized it was dinnertime. Headed to the Indian place, had dinner, came back and drank a little more before we got ready for the party. The table I was at for the vid show had lots of lovely bandom girls including katrin, shihadchik, fayemeadows and others. Kat had started drinking early like dayse and I had so we were the drunk goobers at the table.

Vid show was FANTASTIC. I loved all the vids even for fandoms I wasn't a part of or knew nothing about. Skullcrusher Island was so fun and I've never watched Lost. But dude, No Handlebars for Ten? PERFECT pairing. You must watch! And the inclusion of Care Bears in the Yuletide panel was full of laughing for dayse, fayemeadows, and myself (aside earthdotprime read the Care Bear fic outloud at my bachelorette party).

There was some drinking in the room with mickeymvt between vid show and dance party. Yay vodka, beer, and buttershots? Honestly this is when I start losing my memory of the evening. I know there was dancing, huuuuge vodka and cranberry drinks, chatting with misspamela, and um, stuff. I don't really remember getting back to the room but apparently we ended up having enough people there because someone (*cough*Dayse*cough*) invited people back in drunken happiness. During the room party, I remember people kissing and then spending a lot of time in the bathroom with c_regalis and mickeymvt while I threw up. It was kind of a blur after that, but apparently there was sexing on our floor and then someone threw up and then I was in bed in my pjs as was dayse (thank you, C and Mickey!) who passed out. I ended up in the little alcove by the ice machine and drunk dialing my mother who thankfully was awake. Um, like an hour later I got to sleep.

Somewhere in there I think I lost my nose ring down the toilet. Woe.

There was no drinking for me on Saturday when we went to Jacques. But it wasn't necessary. Others have gone into great detail about Jacques and how fantastic it was to be in that room with all these fangirls and drag queens. Destiny played with my boobs and stuck her hand into the deep vee of the top while I stuck money in her bottoms. How could you not love that? Plus I got to laugh and lean up against abelladonna all night. She got a lot of drag queen attention as did many others in our crowd. Plus the drag queens were very, very well compensated by our crowd. Then mickeymvt and I went back to our room where she drank while dayse, her, and I watched a lot of Food Network Challenge. We know how to party it up on Saturday night!

Sunday was breakfast at the Theater Cafe and saying goodbye to fangirls. I'm always sad when I say goodbye, but really, I know I'll see so many of them in 2011. MJ is just so much fun. It's really just a happy weekend where yes, you can get thinky, but mostly you get to hang around with so many people like you who will squee and hug and *get* you. It's just wonderful.

When I went in 2007 I didn't know anyone except raveninthewind (who I missed a lot btw) and libitina. I walked away from that con with new friends and a lot of silly hope for the next one. Which lived up and then some.

And in conclusion,

I want to MARRY the shower and soaking tubs at the Radisson!

Oh, and Jack and Ianto are in love!

And

Gee Amazon, I guess you didn't like my business.

Amazon Rank

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Inflected Form(s): amazon ranked

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Etymology: from 12 April 2009 removal of sales rank figures from books on Amazon.com containing sexual, erotic, romantic, gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgendered or queer content, rendering them impossible to find through basic search functions at the top of Amazon.com's website. Titles stripped of their sales rankings include "Bastard Out of Carolina," "Lady Chatterly's Lover," prominent romance novels, GLBTQ fiction novels, YA books, and narratives about gay people.

Example of usage: "I tried to do a report on Lady Chatterly's Lover for English Lit, but my teacher amazon ranked me and I got an F on grounds that it was obscene."

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Google bomb away!

So my wild plans for today have so far been completed as follows:

Wild plan the first: Sleep as late as possible bladder and kitty permitting. complete - 1:47pm. kitty decided it was time for me to wake up for good
Wild plan the second: Read LJ front to back. Or at least my friends page, ONTD, and any fics that popped up. complete
Wild plan the third: Browse etsy. in progress. Four windows open to look through
Wild plan the fourth: Make Yemenite soup with the brisket I have plus chicken and marrow bones. not done. need to shower first
Wild plan the fifth: Shower not done
Wild plan the sixth: Read latest issue of The Economist. not done
Wild plan the seventh: Roleplay with dayse not done. this is a late night activity
Wild plan the eighth: Write up MJ post. not done
Wild plan the ninth: Write or give up on big bang fic. leaning towards giving up
Wild plan the tenth: More sleep. this will be done later

I do have one other thing I want to do and that is snippets/ficlets so the brain is working a bit. Anyone interested in supplying prompts? Or asking for fic? Or anything?

[taps microphone]

Anyone out there?

Question for Torchwood fans especially anyone who has read the books -

Was there a book or a well-known fanfic based around the idea that someone or something is killing aliens in Cardiff?

Inquiring minds want to know!

Please?

i'm so incredibly, painfully exhausted right now. i even made myself go to sleep at my normal time in an attempt to ward off the ills of daylight savings time. nooo. instead i want to collapse and start snoring and drooling on my desk. boo.

i also want to fic. badly. i'm thinking of doing another thing like the november challenge. i know i didn't finish all of them, but at least i tried. ideally, i'd like it if ten people answered this with an image. i can't promise which fandoms or time period for finishing or anything like that, but i'd like it if i was poked. especially since i have a big bang fic to write.

Apparently we're supposed to get some sort of Nor'easter tonight. I've been so engrossed in schoolwork the last few days I never even looked at the weather. I'd love a day off work. Yes, I know I was off Friday but another day would be awesome. Besides I have another chapter to read in my big book 'o international relations. This is on international economy which is going to make my brain hurt as in my undergrad I did everything I could not to take economics. Whee? Let us not discuss the fact I'm going to have to take an entire course on international economy probably in August or September.

I'm starting to hear the Project Runway theme in my sleep. I'm growing to hate the sound of the theme song. But I am SO not tired of the show. I'm about 3/4 of the way through the second season. It's down to Santino, Nick, Andre, Daniel V, Kara, and Chloe. It's the flower challenge. I really heart this show so much.

Billy came over to pick up his little dollhouse this morning with Mom. He came into the bedroom and hunkered down next to me to look at Bella under the bed. He's still really quiet and a little cranky. He's still sick and sadly he's still being transferrred all over the place. Sweet kid though.

Oh, speaking of the cat, she's been doing a lot more investigating work at night. I only know this because I was up the other day and she decided to climb over some shipping boxes to see the monkey in the corner. And of course she ended up on the countertop and behind the dish rack Friday. Which was funny too. A little confusing because we heard things clinking and couldn't figure out where it was coming from.

Mmm...hot chocolate and Aleve cold and sinus.

PS: I want something to reeeeead! Fic me! Torchwood, SGA AUs, dS AUs, J2 RPS, um. AUs in anything if you can provide me a picture. I want fic!

A quiet love meme.

One little compliment can make you feel amazing. So give me a compliment, anything in the entire world, even that my shoelaces are pretty. Put this in your journal. And once you get some comments, put that entry in a memory or tag and when you are feeling down, just go to that entry and this will remind you how great you are.

Comments are going to be screened so none of you will know if I'm the über-popular kind who gets over 100 comments on this or a total loser who doesn't get any.

I would love if folks would do this. I still read the last one that I did of these when I need a little pick-me-up.

I love that you guys celebrate my birthday as More Joy Day. ;)

Have a joyful day!

Me, I'm going to spend the day thinking porny thoughts and then going to dinner with Mike and Helene since Mike and I have the same birthday. Mmm...Kanella.

Prompt: "Being able to remain on that dizzying crest: that is integrity, and the rest is subterfuge." -Albert Camus



Susan trails her hand over the console of The TARDIS, the soft pulse of content making her smile softly. Barbara and Ian are asleep and Grandfather is in the library reading some stuffy old book.

She wants to go somewhere, wants to get out of the Vortex and land. Adventure was why she convinced her grandfather to show her how to fly a TARDIS, leading them down a path that made them enemies of Gallifrey. It doesn't matter to her anyway, not anymore. And Grandmother died a few years back, leaving Grandfather alone. Her parents had charged him with her safety, but they hadn't realized how alone Grandfather truly was and how easily Susan could get her way with him.

Susan knows that sometimes she uses that to her advantage too often, but she hasn't seen Grandfather this happy in a long time. Barbara and Ian could be wet blankets, but they usually fell into line quick enough.

"Child," Grandfather says from the doorway, his glasses perch on the tip of his nose as he looks at her over the rims. "Let her rest. She needs to spend time in the Vortex even if you don't want to."

"I want to go somewhere new," Susan says, leaning against the rail. "I want see everything."

"You already can," Grandfather says as he makes his way over to her, pressing gentle fingers against the side of her head.

She forgets that she can see all of Time and Space in her mind if she concentrates hard enough. She didn't go to the Academy and Grandfather isn't the best teacher. But his cool, dry fingers against the side of her head make Time and Space spread out in front of and behind her.

Susan's eyes shut softly. "I want to fix so much."

"We cannot fix what is meant to be."

"But what if we were *meant* to fix it." Her eyes open again and she looks into the watery blue eyes that only look back with affection. "How can we leave it?"

"If we are meant to fix it, we will fix it." Grandfather lets his fingers drop. "We cannot meddle in the matters of lesser races."

Susan snorts at that. "We're Time Lords! That's what we're around for. We protect Time."

"Time Lords do, yes. Child," Grandfather's voice is heavy. "We are not like them. All we can do is attempt to not create our own paradoxes while we try to stay one step ahead of them."

Susan is quiet for a long moment before she leans against her grandfather. His arms go around her, keeping her close. "I want to be better than that."

Grandfather kisses the top of her head softly. "So do I."

It was over a week before Ianto realized something was seriously wrong with Jack. In his defence, they were running all over Cardiff trying to capture Weevils and help clean up the city. Ianto barely had time to make coffee much less notice that Jack didn’t seem to know what coffee was anymore.

And that was what finally did it – a slow moment where Ianto leaned against Jack’s desk and sipped his own coffee, watching Jack stare at the mug quizzically. The tentative sip made Ianto inhale sharply. The wrinkled nose made him exhale slowly.

Jack gave him a smile, all teeth and no feeling behind it, and set the mug on the desk. His eyes flickered to Ianto’s mouth and the frown there.

“Something wrong?”

Ianto shrugged and put his mug down. “Do they have coffee in the 51st century?”

Jack startled at that and he quickly picked the mug up again, taking a large swallow and just barely holding back a grimace. “No. By then it’s more of a tea-like substance.”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” Ianto said quietly as he reached for Jack’s mug, taking it out of his hand. “I’ll make this more palatable.”

“Sweeter maybe?” Jack murmured, shuffling papers on his desk.

Ianto nodded, taking Jack’s coffee with him and heading back to the machine. Gwen looked over at him, her hair twisted behind her head with a pen and a phone against her ear.

“Alright?”

Ianto wanted to say no, wanted to ask what she had noticed Jack struggling over the last week, but he couldn’t. Jack obviously hadn’t wanted them to know that he had forgotten some stuff.

“Already finished his,” Ianto said, making sure she couldn’t see the coffee in the mug. “Need a refill?”

“Still got plenty, love.” Gwen flashed him a weary smile before straightening up and starting to talk to whomever had finally picked up on the other end.

Ianto set the mug on the table, looking at the black coffee like it was a foreign substance. In all the time he’d been working for Jack, he’d never had to remake a cup of coffee for him. ‘Sweeter’ wasn’t much to go on, but tea-like was even more vague. Lots of drinks were tea-like, including the coffee Gwen made.

With a sigh, Ianto dumped the mug and started again, adding half the amount of beans and tamping them lightly. He spooned a little sugar into the mug, thinking maybe he should try the way he served coffee to Tosh.

The spoon clattered against the tabletop loudly and with shaking hands, Ianto picked it up, hoping Gwen was still engrossed in her phone call and Jack was too busy trying to figure out what he did wrong to make Ianto walk away. Tears burned in his eyes as he set about making coffee the way Tosh had liked it, hoping Jack would enjoy it as well.

“Ianto?”

Ianto wiped his hand over his eyes before turning to Jack with a slight smile. “Yes, sir?”

Jack brought his hands to Ianto’s face, thumbs carefully brushing away tears. He leaned in, pressing his lips to Ianto’s gently. Ianto let out a muffled sob against his mouth before wrapping his arms around Jack and holding him tightly.

“We call it kafra,” Jack whispered against his lips. “It’s a leaf with a rich, fragrant scent that’s ground and then steeped like tea. But it has the fullness of your coffee. The feel of your coffee is so similar to kafra and I remember it, but I don’t remember if I like coffee even though I know I love kafra.”

“Do you remember me? Gwen?” Ianto pulled away, his mouth pressed against Jack’s neck. “Owen and Tosh?”

Jack pressed his lips to the top of Ianto’s head. “Yes.”

“How well?”

“Well enough that knowing they’re dead is something we all should be upset over," Jack said to him softly. "I don't remember much about those before you. I remember home though. I remember Boeshane.”

Gwen stood in the doorway, watching the two of them tentatively. “Boeshane?”

“Home,” Jack murmured, holding out an arm to her. Gwen crowded in close, the three of them clinging to each other as they waited for the next shoe to fall.

Prompt: Who makes the best coffee after Ianto? (I'm not entirely sure about this one, but I wanted to post it. I have since learned I have no Owen voice at all).



Teaboy gets mauled by a Weevil on a Thursday. Well mauled isn't the right word. Scratched on the arm and chest, but Jack panics when he sees blood and calls me in immediately. I could have been sleeping, but what does Jack care? Teaboy's fine, but he's not allowed back to work until Monday which means Jack will be fussing until then. He's like an damn infant when it comes to the Teaboy.

This leads to a little shuffling of responsibilities and somehow Gwen gets coffee duty, mostly because she's still afraid of that bloody dinosaur. Everyone is afraid of the dinosaur except Ianto. Jack pretends he's okay so he switches duties with Gwen. No one switches with me, not even Tosh, when I pull Weevil cleanup out of the stupid chore hat.

What bloody organization has a chore hat anyway? We're not five years old. Just because the Hub was a bloody mess before Teaboy came along does not mean it will be a mess if Teaboy is out for a few days.

The important thing to remember is Gwen and coffee. As in never the twain shall meet. Jack gags on his coffee, but manages half a cup because Tosh has already politely suggested that she go to the shop to get coffee for the team and Gwen is looking teary around the edges. I pour mine into the dinosaur's water bowl. Should cause some excitement later and Tosh drew Hub clean up out of the hat.

Saturday morning comes too soon, Tosh is screaming about dinosaur shit while Jack and I drag a Weevil across the Hub. Gwen is still shaky on her feet because she tripped over a tree branch while chasing said Weevil. I consider leaving her on the couch to fend for herself but the doctor in me can't do that. She offers to make coffee and everyone shouts at her at the same time. Tosh can't even be polite anymore, telling her to stay away from the bloody coffee machine if she knows what's good for her.

Jack makes five cups of coffee, handing them out as we all start to clean up the dinosaur shit. Tosh makes a face like she's tasting something very sour, but doesn't say anything because Jack's coffee is never to anyone's taste but Jack's. Gwen asks him if he used salt to make it which makes Jack laugh. I just hold my nose and gulp it down.

I almost miss Teaboy. Especially when mid-day hits and Tosh offers to make everyone tea. Jack disappears in the middle of the day and I pull up the CCTV by Teaboy's flat. The SUV stays there for the rest of the day. I drink the cup of tea Tosh hands me and try not to gag at the bitter flavor of green tea.

It's down to me when Sunday hits and even though I'd rather complain loudly and volumenously about the lack of proper coffee, I can't manage another cup of tea or Jack's coffee. So I go to the coffee machine, take a good long look at it, and decide to boil coffee on the stove. Better than fight with that barmy machine. Teaboy probably booby-trapped it anyway.

I holler that the coffee's done, taking my cup and going down to the autopsy bay. A few minutes later, Jack pops his head in, holding up the cup of coffee.

"Not bad, Owen. Next time don't make us suffer through Gwen's coffee and Tosh's tea."

There's a shriek from the Hub and I can hear Tosh angrily claim that at least her tea doesn't taste like sour lemons. Jack just laughs and disappears to continue the friendly exchange of opinions. I smirk and kick my feet up with a copy of Razzle. The best part of this is that Gwen's got to clean up after the Weevils now.

Prompt:



The sunlight filtered through the blinds, creating wavy patterns of shadow and light on Jack's face as he slept. Ianto woke slowly, turning his face away from the sun before blinking blearily. It was rare he was up before Jack, rare that Jack was still in bed when he woke.

Aliens calling at two in the morning meant he and Jack had to drive well outside of the city to meet them and exchange pleasantries about the Shadow Proclamation and Earth's Protector. The aliens, Altaxians, had been decidedly annoyed and claimed they were just there on vacation. Ianto had poured them some coffee and sent them on their way, claiming that Mars was really a much nicer vacation spot; a lot less crowded.

Ianto pressed a kiss against Jack's forehead before climbing out of bed, shivering a little before pulling a dressing gown over his bare skin. He found his slippers at the end of the bed, half-hidden by Jack's shirt. Ianto grabbed the shirt as well, tossing it into the hamper as he slipped out of the bedroom to make coffee.

The beans shone as they streamed through his fingers, leaving traces of their oil on his fingertips. Coffee was a ritual and some mornings Ianto prayed to the gods of coffee as he waited to press down the plunger on the french press. Behind him, Jack shuffled into the kitchen, draping himself over Ianto's back.

"Morning," Ianto said, turning his head to press a kiss to Jack's mussed hair.

Jack mumbled against Ianto's shoulder, his hands slipping inside of Ianto's dressing gown and pressing against the bare skin of his waist. Ianto shivered at that, scowling a little. "Your hands are freezing, Jack."

"You'll warm them up."

Ianto huffed a little as he pressed down on the plunger, the dark coffee grounds settling on the bottom, leaving behind the coffee. "Go get the mugs."

Jack grabbed two mugs, sliding them in front of Ianto. He leaned against the counter, watching with contentment as Ianto carefully prepared both mugs before handing one to Jack.

"This is the best reason to wake up in the morning," Jack said, inhaling the steam before taking a large mouthful. "That and having morning sex."

Ianto rolled his eyes at that, leaning against the counter as well, his hip pressed against Jack as they both drank their first cup of the day. There would be more later when they were at the Hub, but right now, this was a moment just for them. He looked over at Jack and smiled softly.

"What?" asked Jack curiously.

"Just happy," Ianto said with a shrug. "Figured I would go with it for now."

Jack put an arm over Ianto's shoulders, smiling as well. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

Prompt: listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go ee cummings


"Tell me about E-space," Jack says out of nowhere.

The Doctor bangs his head against a railing as he sits up in surprise. Jack winces at the contact, lifting himself out of the floor of the TARDIS to sit next to The Doctor. There are muttering curses that Jack is pretty sure is Gallifreyan since the TARDIS isn't supplying translations. The inflection is obvious.

"How do you know about E-space?" The Doctor demands, his expression angry.

"Time Agent," Jack reminds him, leaning back against the console. "We have to know about these things."

"You'd never get to E-space so what does it matter? I haven't been in a very long time," The Doctor says almost wistfully. "Not since I rescued an old friend. Two actually."

"Romanadvoratrelundar." Jack does his best not to stumble over the name. Even with practice he stumbles in the middle but picks up by the end. The Doctor doesn't seem to notice.

The Doctor feels his hearts clench at the name, another death he caused. "Lady President. She was presiding over Gallifrey when - "

Jack reaches out a hand when The Doctor stops talking, his dark eyes unreadable in the muted light of the TARDIS. He can feel her mourning, a sad, lonely presence in the back of his mind. He's glad The Doctor takes his hand.

"When the Last Great Time War began. She tried to negotiate peace with the Daleks." The Doctor snorts. "Peace with Daleks. Never."

"No need to worry now. There's none left," Jack says in what he hopes is a comforting way. It's rare The Doctor opens up to him. That's more Rose's thing.

"So E-space," The Doctor says, pulling his hand back and getting to his feet. "It's a beautiful universe, slightly greenish, but otherwise a lot like home."

"Like Gallifrey?" Jack gets up as well, leaning against the console as The Doctor starts to push buttons and look at a monitor.

"Alzarius isn't the same," The Doctor stops moving. "I wonder if it's even there any longer."

Neither of them say anything as the TARDIS seems to pulse with bitter fear. Another possible loss. An entire universe this time. There isn't time right now. Too much to do in this universe to hold it together. There's only them. One Time Lord and one TARDIS to patrol all of time and space and keep it from unraveling around them.

Someday he'll check on E-space, but not right now.

"Where shall we go, Jack?" The Doctor looks at him, giving him a chance to change the subject.

Jack smiles a little, flashing an impossible grin to let The Doctor know it's over and done with. E-space and more importantly Romana and Gallifrey isn't going to be mentioned again by him.

"I've always wanted to visit Ancient Japan."

Prompt:



Tosh ran a hand through her tangled hair, feeling lost among the police officers milling around the crime scene. She knew that she'd eventually have to talk to one of them, but Jack seemed to be refusing to let his people talk. All the evidence the police needed was inside the cottages behind her.

Against one of the stone walls of the farmhouse was a picnic table, looking out of place in it's newness. Ianto was sitting there, looking dazed and as lost as she felt. Tosh wended her way through the crowd to the table, her eyes on the cut clotting on Ianto's throat.

"You might as well sit," Ianto said, his voice hoarse. He looked over at her, his eyes red-rimmed and his mouth turned down.

Tosh sat next to him, her hand tentatively hovering above his arm before Ianto reached over and took her hand in his. He squeezed gently, giving her a tired smile. She reached up to wipe away the dried blood on his neck, surprised that he wasn't pulling away.

"Is there anything you need?" he asked.

"Retcon."

"That can be arranged if you're serious," Ianto said, turning to look over at Jack who was watching them with a guarded expression. "He always has some."

Tosh slid closer to Ianto, letting him pull her close. She sank against him, her eyes closed. "I don't think I'm serious. Ask me again tomorrow."

Ianto rested his cheek against her filthy hair, his eyes closing as well. There wasn't anything either of them could do to make this better, to make the upcoming nightmares go away. But right now they didn't have to be alone, lost in the crowd.

Prompt: "Happiness is nonetheless true happiness, nor do thought and love lose their value if they are not everlasting." (Bertrand Russell)



The Doctor thrust his hands into his pockets, leaning back on his heels as he looked over the Cardiff skyline. The small transport crafts were buzzing through the air just above them, cutting through the thick smog. Jack didn't seem to notice, standing sentinel over a failing city.

"So."

Jack looked over at The Doctor, his expression sad, the lines around his mouth cut deep. "So."

"You called me. I assume I'm here for a reason."

A fancy personal craft swooped low, the curved hull practically touching the roof they were standing on. Jack tilted his head to read the plates. "Bloody tourists."

"Still get a lot of them?"

"More than you'd expect considering Cardiff is unstable these days. The Rift is so active." Jack looked at his city before turning away to face The Doctor. "It's March 8th, 4367."

The Doctor wracked his brain, searching the strands of time to see what particular event lay in their path. The fall of Mernasus on Argos II was coming up but he couldn't see why Jack would care about that. Nor the start of the harvest season on Belar. He hummed softly to himself, tugging lightly on time to see what Jack would b -

"Cardiff," The Doctor exhaled. "Three days from now."

Jack nodded. "I'm ready to go. I don't want to watch the Rift explode and take away my city."

The Doctor threw his arm over Jack's shoulders, drawing him away from the edge of the roof and towards the familiar blue police box. Jack went with him, picking up a duffel bag thrown near the lift.

"She was a good city," Jack murmured, one hand on the doorframe as he gazed one last time on the city of Cardiff. "I won't forget her."

"No reason to. You know as well as I do that you don't forget what you love."

Jack exhaled, resting his forehead against The Doctor's shoulder. Sirens could be heard through the general noise and the building they were on trembled beneath their feet. Jack thought about green fields and pinstriped suits, barmaids wearing corsets and hovercars, team after team and saying goodbye. He really hated saying goodbye.

"Until next time."

And with that Jack stepped into the TARDIS, leaving behind 2500 years of loyal service to a city living its last moments unaware.

So far I've gotten 3 prompts done and have 9 more to work on. I still need 17 14 13 more prompts for the November Challenge!

If you're interested in giving me a prompt head over to this entry to see what it's all about!

Pleeeeease?

I'm not giving the prompt for this one. You'll get it by the end. Thanks misswinterhill!


It started with a snicker. Just a little snicker from Gwen's desk. Ianto paused in his rounds, but didn't think it was really worth worrying about. He retrived Owen's coffee mug and headed back to the kitchen to wash up before going down to the archives. While working on the stubborn sugar dried at the bottom of Gwen's mug, he felt a strange shiver go down his spine. It was slightly better than impending doom, but much worse than new tie day.

Ianto brushed it off, thinking that maybe there was a chill in the Hub. He picked up Jack's mug, peering at it oddly. It almost looked like Jack had sharpened his pencil into the mug without thinking.

He frowned deeply at that, thinking mean thoughts and about how much Jack hated decaf and how long it took him to realize he had been switched to it. Pencil shavings in a coffee mug deserved decaf.

When he turned off the water, he swore he heard music. And more laughter.

Ianto dried his hands, tentatively drawing his gun.One could never be sure when working for Torchwood. Laughter and music could mean the Hub was compromised by something or someone. Possibly The Doctor.

Owen was the first person he saw, sitting forward in his chair laughing and managing to look confused at the same time. That didn't make Ianto feel any more confident about what he was facing.

Tosh, Gwen, and Jack dancing around the Hub, singing "Never Gonna Give Up" was not what he was expecting.

And frankly a lot scarier than being compromised so he just went back to the kitchen and contemplated boiling his eyeballs to get rid of *that* particular image.

Okay, so there are always anon memes and everything, but this one I'd love people to actually click if you have anything to say about my fic especially since I'm trying to get things rolling again in zee old brain. Expect Day 3 of the November Challenge later tonight. Also, if anyone wants to do the November Challenge as well, go for it. It's nice to have ideas to work from. :)

 THE ANONYMOUS FEEDBACK MEME  

Prompt: So damn tragic, so fantastic


"Koschei!"

Koschei ran through the grass, his mind swirling like the Vortex he had once seen, drums pounding in his head. He didn't care who saw him, didn't care that Theta Sigma was again forced to chase after his friend. It was always Theta Sigma, the only one of them with a sense of morality in the face of their power.

Ushas once said that Thete was too human to be at the Academy, but Magnus had shushed her before anyone heard. It wasn't a secret that Thete hadn't been loomed. Koschei had known him as the half-human before he knew him as Theta Sigma. Thete was also their friend, one of the Deca. They were going to be the glory of Gallifrey.

The grass was cool against Koschei's face and he rolled onto his back, looking up at the silver leaves above him. The drums receeded slightly and he saw Thete leaning over him, one hand on Koschei's face, tapping gently.

"Koschei," Thete murmured. "Where were you, Kosch? You went running off again."

"So damn tragic," Koschei exhaled, his eyes fluttering shut again. "So fantastic, Thete."

"I suppose so. Though I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

Theta Sigma sounded weary to Koschei's ears even as he tugged Koschei's head onto his lap, stroking a gentle hand through his hair. Koschei murmured and turned his face into Theta Sigma's body. He would never let anyone know, especially Theta Sigma, that the drumming grew quieter when Theta Sigma was protecting him from the rest of the universe.






Legend:
Koschei = The Master
Theta Sigma = The Doctor
Ushas = The Rani
Magnus = The War Chief

Prompt





"This is really a brilliant loo," The Doctor exclaimed, crouching down to inspect the phone on the wall. "Who calls people while they're on the toilet?"

"Lots of people," Martha said, looking scared as she shushed him. "Be quiet or else they'll find us."

"At least we've reading material." The Doctor began to flip through the magazines, exclaiming when he found a copy of Heat. "I love Heat!"

Martha sat down on the closed toilet lid, looking around the small space. It was a nice bathroom, clean and decent-smelling. All in all, they'd hid in worse places. She could only hope they wouldn't be found anytime soon.

"Did you know that Jordan is pregnant?" The Doctor asked in an excited whisper.

Martha raised an eyebrow, before leaning over to read over his shoulder. "How is that attractive? They both look like plastic."

The Doctor tilted his head, frowning. "No, I destroyed all of the living plastic. Well, I destroyed the Nestene Consciousness that was controlling the living plastic."

"Quiet." Martha said, thwaping him on the shoulder. "And turn the page."

"Martha? Are you in here?"

Martha froze as did The Doctor, both of them wide-eyed in fear. The Doctor felt his nose tickle and he started to make faces to stop from sneezing.

'What are you doing?' Martha mouthed at him.

He pointed at his nose, still making faces. She rolled her eyes, exasperated. The footsteps started up again, heading towards the exit when he couldn't help it and sneezed loudly. The Doctor yelped as he lost his balance, grabbing at Martha wildly and pulling her to the ground in a heap.

The door flew open and Francine Jones looked at both of them in anger. "What do you think you're doing, young lady?"

Martha held up the magazine sheepishly. "Catching up on gossip?"

so i was thinking of trying to post once a day in november, but i seriously doubt that is going to happen. especially since i already missed the first day. plus this will help me write some more since i really blew my wad for the year on Kerry Hill.

here's my plan to make me post

1. various people leave prompts in the form of images, music, words, lines from books, etc.

2. i write something torchwood or dr. who related for each one in no particular order. the length is at my own discretion. it could be a real drabble (you know, 100 words exactly) or it could be 1000 words. i reserve the right to hold onto anything that turns longer from a prompt, but i will still post something shorter for that prompt.

3. i post one every day.

so i need 29 prompts. please? even if it's not your fandom but you miss seeing me post for whatever reason. :)

I'm spamming. Yes, enjoy it. However I bring something ridiculously cute from johnbarrowman.com. It involves puppies. Just watch and squee with cuteness. Also giggle at John's commentary.

let's be honest: my thread

go ahead. say what you feel like saying. ;)

This is my entry to the Stopwatch challenge this summer. It features Ianto's family, Welsh mythology as told by Wikipedia, and a possessed sheep. No. Really. ~13800 words. Mucho thanks to dayse, fayemeadows, libitina, kamadu, and tigs for everything.

So it's now all done and I am sad on one hand but excited on the other. It's done! Behind the cut are 5 pictures from beginning to the end. There were 3 sittings that I don't have pictures of: the purple sections, the body and hair, and the background. Both Mike and I forgot our cameras. Oops.



( The Dance is complete )

yesterday i participated in moveon.org's bakesale for change to help get obama into the white house. i've never done anything like this before and while obama wasn't my first choice, i'm more than prepared to jump headfirst into his campaign. i don't want mccain in the white house. but i digress. the bakesale was at cooper river park and it was a hot, but sunny and beautiful day. we had a canopy and a cooler full of water as well as all the baked goods. we got yelled at, had people walk away when they saw who we were supporting, and more than once while i was dancing to the music and holding one of our signs along the road, had people give me thumbs down and call me names. but i'd do it again if only for the six year-old african-american girl whose eyes lit up when she heard what she was getting cookies for saying 'i want obama to be president too!' and handed over two quarters to put in the bucket.

today i've lazed around the house, read a lot of fic, and worked on my fic. things are hustling along well now, closing in on 9000 words and nearing the end (i think). i *love* this story. i really do.

i think i'm going to jump into the shower and possibly run to target. i don't really need anything, but i want to go out and browse and target is one of the best places for it.

and then i plan on spending time with dayse and going to bed early. i heart weekends.

i'm home sick today. combo of fibro and one of the worst acid reflux days i've ever had. my entire body feels like it's alternately cramping and then relaxing to the point of nothingness. and then the stomach is giving me reflux all the way to my mouth (or at least it feels that way). i've very tentatively eaten a tea biscuit so i have something dry and bready in my stomach and taken zantac and chewed more gaviscon then i ever want to. *grumbles*

i want a fic wallow. i think i'm going to head over to teaspoon and find something endless and wallow-y where jack and ianto are soinlove but face PROBLEMS because of their love. i heart stuff like that when i don't feel well.

so how is everyone? honestly, i'd love to hear how you're doing. or rant if you want. get something off your chest that is bothering you. i want to feel more connected than i have recently. oh, but don't spoil me for anything dr. who related. i'm waaaay behind in watching them.

I've got a post in me with lots of pictures from the Maryland Sheep and Wool Festival yesterday, but at the moment, I am laaaazy. So instead I leave you with a picture of Billy's first Passover. Note the elements of dinner all over him - matzoh, charoset, parsley, brisket, mushrooms. Dinner was well loved by him. :)

( Baaaaaby )

And we're back with Round 3 of Tattoo Mania!

Last night we filled in almost all of the dress wrapped around the woman. Sadly, I bled too easily to continue and fill in the hair like we had planned. But I go back on the 14th to finish up most of the major areas of the tattoo. After that is the background which is going to be so great. Woo!

Also, I just realized when you click on the large version of this you can see the blood. ROCK!

This is kind of an odd request, but seeing as how I've no real idea how to do this so I'm just going to ask for someone out there to help me.

I'd like a header for my journal. I'd like it to be Torchwood and black and white and Jack/Ianto. I don't check LJ at work so kissing/dancing/nakedness is fine. I just want something pretty to look at.

Please?

Also, anyone know of a good Torchwood mood theme? I'm not looking forward to making one myself, but I will if no one knows of a good one.

Title: The Well is Full of Pennies
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto; team
Rating: PG
Warnings: Death and flashbacks; Set post 2.04 "Meat" but no real spoilers for that.
Summary: “Right,” Owen said, watching him walk out of the office. He followed Ianto over the crosswalk and to the conference room where he set the bottle of whiskey down on the table. “Apparently we’re going to be drinking while we read Jack’s attempt at a suicide note.”
Author Notes: First fic in a very long time. First fic in this fandom.


( The Well is Full of Pennies )

A few things

1. Snow Day that really isn't a snow day since work didn't call it, but we used our best judgment not to drive in this. There's about 3 inches outside and Milo is thrilled.

2. Snow Day = Sex Day. Whee!

3. I'm going to go spin for a bit now since I've wasted the whole morning lazing about and watching Venture Bros. Well, after the sex.

4. ( New tattoo )

So last night I read an SPN/Devil Wears Prada crossover and today I spent this afternoon reading a SGA/bandslash crossover. And yeah, I like me some crossovers even though I've really got no interest in any of those fandoms except SGA. Also, the bandslash one? Was confusing because I can't really picture anyone except Gerard, Pete, or Patrick so there was a lot of names and they were all confusing me. But it was fun. As was the SPN/Devil Wears Prada crossover. There was a very gay Sam who knew a lot about fashion.

So rec me your current favourite crazy crossover. I'd prefer at least one fandom I have a passing knowledge of, but if you provide picspam, I can take or leave canon knowledge. *g*

I'll even share my own current favs, both of them Torchwood crossovers.

The first: A Holiday Humour by janne which is Torchwood/SGA and features John on vacation in Cardiff where he happens upon Torchwood and meets up with Jack. Sexing ensues!

The second: People and Things by karaokegal which is Torchwood/House and features time-traveling vacations and Jack sexing House.

Hmm... so basically all Torchwood crossovers hinge on Jack sexing someone. *shrugs* Works for me!


PS: I totally texted fayemeadows to tell her that I read a bandslash fic of my own free will. I figured she would be proud of me. Of course she then growled at me for not wanting to read more, but hey, at least I tried!

Title: Future Song
Pairing: Fraser/RayK
Rating: PG
Series: Picture in a Frame
Summary: Emma walked quickly, scanning the property. She knew Anubis wouldn't let Ray get too far, but Anubis was distracted easily when he saw small animals and the hares had been darting around the fields the last few days.
Warnings: Set far in the future of the Picture in a Frame series. Post-character death. Dementia.

( Future Song )

Because I am nosy! Besides, I never post these things. Also, I really am interested in the answers. :)

Snagged from supervillainess.

( Memeish! )

Is there anyone out there who is a quick knitter who would be willing to make a trade of some sort (or I'll pay you) to make me fingertipless gloves kind of like these but without any sort of writing, etc on it? I would send you the yarn and we could figure out some trade if you'd be willing to make them for me. I can't knit. I'm rubbish at it and can't find any I really like online. I could offer webspace, handspun yarn, something woven (though this would have to wait until the loom is fixed), um. possibly fic (but this is not a first choice for me), episodes of TV shows... Also, you can have free reign with the pattern. That's just an example of what I want. :D

Anyone? Bueller?

[hopes]

it's been a long couple of weeks and i'm tired. just. tired. it's my state of being lately, but i've been fighting through and doing stuff. it's the cusp of fall and i'm always happier during the fall. i can keep myself going knowing that in a few weeks i'll be able to wear sweaters and boots and fun clothes again. and i'll be able to open the windows in my house and breathe fresh air instead of the A/C all the time. i long for those days.

went to eulogy on saturday and ate mussels in beer and drank a maudite and a victory brew. then to ludwig's where i drank something german that was a wheat beer. i don't know what, but mike-from-work picked it out after seeing what i liked at eulogy. fun night out where chris and i realized we are old and tired and 2am is a late, late night for us. but it was really nice to get out and just relax. mike and helene will totally fit in with our group of friends so i'm hoping to get them to come to pj and meghan's halloween party.

i am sad that madeleine l'engle died. her books meant so much to me when i was younger. even now i have a copy of many waters in my desk at work. i think i'll go read a wrinkle in time and think good thoughts about her.

in other news, a list!

1. chrissy and i started a makeup/skincare/bath and body products blog over at stripped beauty. it's here. not much is there but my latest ravings about talulah. i have to get her to start posting as well.

2. wedding is in approximately a month. hi can it be done so my mom can get back to normal? at least she's calmed down about the bridal shower on saturday though she has changed her mind about favors. again. and she's still driving chrissy crazy.

3. fiber, fiber everywhere! i have a spinning wheel on the way and i'm planning on washing a few of the skeins i've made on the drop spindles. that way i can see how much of the twist is due to the fact it hasn't been washed or if it's overtwisted because of my clumsy skills. *g* the loom will be fixed soon so i can start with that. i plan on testing my yarn on the warp i have set up. it'll make a crazy-ass scarf if it works.

4. i have started a bunch of supplements in an attempt to up my energy and lessen my pain. celery seed, l-tyrosine, b-complex, and omega 3. lots of pills plus my normal ones. so far i can see that i have more energy, but i still fade quickly. the pain is the same. still arguing the need for a cane with chris. honestly, i won't hit people with it!

5. britney. oh britney. honey, get some help. you looked scared to death up there. and it was just a bad performance. you didn't hit this one out of the ballpark. in fact, you bunted and were tagged out by the pitcher.

6. if you've read this far, i want to ask a favor of you. tell me something that makes you happy. it can be a little thing or a big thing. i just want to hear about that for some reason.

ps: if you know what this icon stands for, rock the fuck out. because it's such an old popslash reference but it makes me smile. justin/timbaland for the win! tho now i realize i put the wrong letter on there. le sigh. this is what i get for trying to be witty and fun.

I'm apparently spammy-mcspam today. But I come bearing pictures! Warning: Picture heavy post. :)

Aaaand let's try this again with working images.

( results of the picture meme! )

things are kind of crazy in my family again. three guesses as to who is causing that problem and the first two don't count.

in other news (not that i really gave much up news-wise there), i'm bored! and i want to play with my mom's digital camera before i have to give it back.

so ask me to take a picture of something! i'll do it. i have cool things. like a monkey! and a loom! and a milo!

[waves]

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All packages will be shipped within one week. I use CnS's for the domestic packages and I will email you if you are international.

( BPAL, Villainess, CB I Hate Perfume, Arcana, Possets, etc... )

holy crap.

chris benoit and his family were found dead in their home in atlanta. and this is from legit sources, not just wwe.com (thank you for fucking that up, vince). they've cancelled raw tonight and sent everyone home. so yeah. this is real.

just. wow.

eta: jesus, vince broke character completely and is the only person in the arena where raw was supposed to be held. we're getting a 3 hour tribute to benoit. which yeah, we'll be watching.

*gasps*

a fic rec? at this journal? you mean it's not all whinging and bpal with pictures of some random baby thrown in for fun?

Don't Drink, Don't Smoke (What Do You Do) by minervacat (due South/Hot Fuzz ensemble gen)

what's hot fuzz you ask?

1. it's by the guys who did shaun of the dead.
2. it's an action flick with lots of guns and explosions.
3. it's a comedy with swans.
4. it's a buddy cop film that's just a little weird.

basically it's a fantastic film that will make you laugh all the way through. and minervacat combines it with due south which has lots of explosions, a deaf half-wolf, and is a buddy cop show that's just a little weird.

in other words - it's perfect.

holy fuck. manson's version of what goes around... is fucking fantastic. and okay, i actually like the man's voice so i'm all jazzed about a completely acoustic manson cover. it's really good. see?

in other news, just spent a couple of hours with the bay-bee. he's big and fat with pudgy thighs and a big, happy smile. and he's discovered he has feet! and while i'm normally totally anti-feet, there's nothing like a baby being all excited about the fact he has FEET and he can grab them and he's going to show you because he's so proud of himself. of course he's also really proud of himself when he farts and burps too. that's not as endearing. okay, i lied. it is.

i'm so not making tofu pie right now. i promised i would but when the bay-bee, my mom and my sister came over, that got thrown out the window. but that's okay. because bay-bee!



and one of baby and grandma under the cut! he just turned 4 months old and is about 20lbs. when you put him up next to my teeny mother, you see how big he really is.

( bay-bee! )

you know what i want?

a big, meaty piece of fanfiction to sink my teeth into. and by big and meaty - i mean something that takes chapter after chapter of angst, sex, and plot to get to the end. i miss that.

does anyone know of some?

i'll even take fandoms i don't read in.

but not bandslash. i'm sorry, but i just have no interest in that. (eta: or spn)


[ducks before fayemeadows beats her]


ps: this icon. totally has a reason for being posted with this entry.

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( Click me! )