Title: Doing penance
Category: Ficlet
Summary: What the title says
Characters: Ianto-centric, Jack/Ianto
Notes: Because I was thinking of doing a drabble collection on how everyone else sees Ianto's relationship with Jack, I ended up with this quick little piece. I'm still considering the drabble collection, but not right now.
Chronology: Somewhere early series 2
Lenght: 522 words

( Everyone thinks they know what's going on. )

got myself the three new Torchwood novels today... I'm seriously considering skipping any kind of socializing this weekend XD

Amusing sidenote? Almost perfect, the book that genderbends Ianto? Starts with a list like this:

Five Rare Times that Ianto Jones Swears (in no particular order)

Does James Goss, who wrote it, read fanfic? *cracks up*

and I'll stop spamming LJ, but...

Can I shoot people who post 'a drabble' that's not a hundred words? It's not a drabble, dammit!! It's a ficlet, vignette, flashfic whatEVER -- but it's not a drabble unless it's

a. 100 word (not 98, not 102 and definitely NOT 500+!)

b. is a selfcontained story -- ie has a beginning, middle and an end -- and stands on its own.

*feels slightly homicidal and wonders if it's nearing that time of the month again...*

... good news?


How evil are you?

First of all, I've got a Halloween layout thanks to nicci_mac

Second... why is it I can't turn down a challenge?

I signed up for Due South Seekrit Santa

And now stop_drop_porn...

I've got to be losing my mind...

And please, no one mention that November and the nano is around the corner as well...

Yeah, my cold decided that having the day off was the perfect opportunity to crash my whole body. I feel sluggish at best.

I'm on LJ being amused by my lovely American peeps posting sarky comments on Palin and other election stuff.

I'm also cooking red pepper soup *omnomnomnom*

( recipe, although I've shared it before... )

Title: Big words and simple solutions
Fandom: Due South
Pairing: Fraser/Ray K.
Summary: Fraser and his big words once again manage to annoy Ray.
Notes: Written in a travelodge in the UK, just outside of Stratford-Upon-Avon. The prompts were nicely supplied by the girls since I wasn't online to ask the LJ peeps for it. Besides, they had way too much fun coming up with them.
Warnings: Eh... a wee bit of a cliché, maybe even two...
Word count: 1.245
Thank you: To bertybertle who did a quick and dirty beta on a sunny Sunday morning ^_^ - and to nora_charles who challenged me to tweak it one last time. Both made this writing exercise so much more interesting than it would have been on its own and the story much more readable XD.

( Big words and simple solutions )

...I do not have the brain for a normal entry -- I hope I have time to catch up and comment on LJ during the weekend -- at least I've caught up on sleep XD

Post a picture in my comments of what you think describes me when you think about what/who I am.

Give no written explanation though. Just an image.

Copy and paste into your own journal and see what others think about you in pictures!

Guh.

Excuse me.

*screams loudly*

So, we had seats with 'restricted' view... which meant we didn't pay all that much for the tickets... ARE YOU BLOODY KIDDING ME?!

Restricted? The only restriction were two poles that were easily viewed around. We were right next to one of the entrance/exit points from the stage -- and they were running back and forth. I swear, we could've reached out and groped David or rubbed Patrick's shiny dome. We were seated in a semi circle around the stage and we were in the back so the actors were running around behind the seats. I actually managed to turn my head when David ran by, pulling a shirt over his head. DavidSkin!! (belly and chest.... nomnom)*bwahahah*

I'm shallow, I thought you knew.

The play itself was brilliant and tragic and fun. And the fall to madness was fanfuckingtastic. David sold the madness brilliantly *g*

That's it for this fine morning. We'll probably head off to the butterfly farm at some point *g*

Much love,

The Stratford fangirls

Yup, I ended up taking the earlier train to be on the safe side. Which means I'm at the airport 4 hours before departure. Thankfully internet is fairly cheap here, so that's what I'm doing *g*

So, I'm checked in -- did the self-check in, and am now just waiting for the boarding call -- in a few hours XD

I'm on aim with swtalmnd since she seems to be the only one awake at the moment *g* -- gotta love the time difference, eh?

Right, means tonight we'll be stalking enjoying David Tennant and Patrick Stewart... in the purest sense of the word! Get ye minds out of the gutter -- at least for now. We have all of Saturday, after satisfying Nicci's need for creepy crawlies at the Butterflyfarm, to do fannish, pr0ny stuff -- and just hang out and have fun *g*. Flying back on Sunday is going to be hell, because I won't be back in Odense till 1AM -- and I've got work on Monday morning XD

So, I've bought net time for around 2 hours, am at the 7-11 so there's plenty of opportunity to buy coffee XD -- and nicci_mac and I are meeting at Starbuck's at Gatwick airport -- with plenty of time for more caffeine before bertybertle picks us up. Aren't we the lucky ones *g*?

And before anyone asks. Yes, I'm going to TRY to get autographs. Probably won't work, but I'll do my darned best. And not to mention, I've brought along something a bit odd, and I hope I can get it through security at the airport without them laughing their arses off XD

Ask nicci_mac. I'm not telling *eg* -- not unless my devious plan works to perfection.

...that's not what the writer meant:

He gazed up at Jack, those couple of inches from Jack’s boots making all the difference in height.

Eh, unless Jack's wearing high heels, they're pretty much the same height, right? (Jack and Ianto, I mean)

It just threw me completely out of the story...

*stares at empty luggage that needs to be packed tomorrow morning or Xim'll get stressed*

Title: As Night Gathers her Starry Robe
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG13
Category: Plot-What-Plot-nightly-musings-slash-broody-over-the-top-Jack
Summary: The nightly musings of an immortal, with all the bloody clichés to go with it.
Notes: This is not the crackfic you're looking for. Seriously. That one will follow at some point. I just needed this because Nicci handed me a bloody beautiful manip *grins widely*
Word Count: 1,260

A special thank you to: nora_charles for her impecable beta skills and to nicci_mac for her mad manip skillz.


Manip/cover made by nicci_mac

( As Night Gathers her Starry Robe )

...procrastination XD

This cracked me up

And here I am, online, browsing Deviantart and watching Babylon 5 while I've opened a text file to start writing some TW fanfic -- still not the badfic I'm thinking about doing, just an ordinary 'let's-be-mean-to-Ianto' story XD

Need a distraction?

*sighs happily and goes back to staring*

Someone tell Palin that if she goes to war with Russia there's a slight problem. It's called Europe and we'd like to avoid being caught in the middle of her f*cking war.

I know not everyone dislikes her. I still have to see anything that will tilt my opinion of her direction. She's a disgrace to women, she makes me furious because I live in the 21st century and when people like her oppose homosexuals, ignore global warming and generally says things that make you ask if she's serious? Makes me want to slap her into the 21st century where the rest of us are.

I'd be laughing at the caricatured of how (and my sincerest apologies to my American friends, because I do adore you guys) we tend to make fun of Americans being -- I know you guys have equally silly caricatures of us. Yeah, I'd be laughing it it wasn't for the fact that she makes me swing between being pissed off and my blood running cold at the thought of someone like her in a station of power.

This rant was brought to you on behalf of my PMS. Please feel free to ignore me.

Still doesn't mean she doesn't scare the shit out of me.

Well, Gordon's great insight was to design a program which allowed you to specify in advance what decision you wished it to reach, and only then to give it all the facts. The program's task which it was able to accomplish with consummate ease, was simply to construct a plausible series of logical-sounding steps to connect the premise with the conclusion.
And I must say it worked brilliantly. Gordon was able to buy himself a Porsche almost immediately despite being completely broke and a hopeless driver. Even his bank manager was unable to find fault with his reasoning. Even when Gordon wrote it off three weeks later."

Because scriggle posted it along with a lot of other people -- I had to quote one of my fav Adams books: Dirk Gently's holistic Detective Agency.

I tell you to sod off or something similarly unpleasant?

Don't take it personally. It's that time of the month and my mood's foul.

So, in advance, if I'm more rude than usual? (too bad I'm not ginger either). Please bear with me.

Only highlight of the day? Coming home to find the first season of Babylon 5 on my doorstep... at only 14 quid ^_____^

And I sketched a naughty tonight *beams*

doing the dishes, late at night after choir... and listening to Torchwood - Lost Souls

but...

Nicci and I were talking about bad habits in fanfic. I offered to write a crack-fic.

This is where I'll need your help. I'll write Torchwood Jack/Ianto but I need you to find all the bad stuff you remember from any fanfic.

Example: Eyes like limpid pools

Get the idea? Yeah?

Start commenting. I can't promise when I'll have it done, but the more you feed me? The more cracky it'll be XD