...

Thu, 30 Jul 2009 23:28:52 GMT

New layout. Kind of Booshy, tell me what you think?

Also, loving this journal name. Very Inara-esque. May just keep and condense all my journals to this one. Whatcha think?

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 21:19:32 GMT

So I made some icons. It started out as a joke, but it's not a joke anymore. I'm really pissed and this is my way of dealing. They are kind of spoilery, so be warned. Mostly, they're just angry.

So I made some icons…

Fri, 15 May 2009 21:31:38 GMT

SPN Series 4 did not happen. Nope. I'm living in denial.

That is all.

Tue, 05 May 2009 02:21:32 GMT

Title: It's My Party
Characters: Howard/Vince
Fandom: The Mighty Boosh
Wordcount: 1467 words.
Rating: PG13.
What: It's Pride and Vince wants to have a party. Howard tries to get it on with some girl. The girl looks like she could be a clone for Vince and Naboo points this out. Howard finally realizes it's Vince he wants.
Notes: Written for LGBTfest. Sorry it's late, I had some internet problems, but it is all fixed now. Be gentle, I am slowly getting back into writing after a two year dry spell.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I make no money at this. It's just a bit of fun. Blah blah...

"Vince, no."

Vince looked shocked, like he hadn’t even considered that possibility. His head tilted and he stared at Howard. It was like he didn’t actually believe what he had heard.

"Howaaaard…" Vince was whining. That was bad. "A party is what we need. How often do you celebrate your birthday, anyway? Besides, it is gay pride out there, Howard! We need to celebrate. Everyone will be painting the town rainbow!"

"Once a year, little man," Howard grumbled in way of response. "We had a party last year, Vince. Do you remember? Last year, Lester lost his head and you snogged me so that you wouldn’t lose yours. No sir, no. Not again."

Vince put his hands on his hips, stomping his foot as he stared. This was not happening. He had plans, big plans for Howard. And he had something great for Howard as a present for his birthday too. There was only one problem. Howard had to agree to the party for it to work.

"Well, I already put flyers up. And Naboo invited Tony to be the mix master. C’mon Howaaaard.” He reached out and grabbed Howard’s shoulder, giving it a tiny squeeze. "Just trust me."

"No. No touchy, Vince." Howard rolled his eyes. He was almost pouting, almost. More like one step away from pouting, but the bottom lip was trembling a little bit. Vince decided Howard needed to smile more. The party would be great. He would see.

**

The party was more than great. It was raging and everyone seemed to be having fun. Even Howard’s foot was tapping as he stood by the food table, trying not to actually look like he was enjoying Vince’s party. Everyone was wandering around in some form of rainbow, even the Goth girls with rainbow studded black leather collars.

"Howard! It’s terrible!" Vince ran up to him, hands flailing as he stood there. His eyes were wide and something was clearly agitating him. "Look! Look over there, that girl is wearing my out fit."

Howard glanced over to where Vince was pointing. Indeed, there stood a woman who could be Vince’s twin without even trying. From her flashy, silver boots to her backcombed, raven hair, she was beautiful. So beautiful that Howard couldn’t look away.

"Well," Howard said with a smile, "that’s just awful." He reached out and patted Vince’s shoulder, placating him. "I… I’ll have to go have a word with her, of course. All in the name of party peace. I am sure it will be okay, little man."

Howard winked at Vince and headed off towards the woman, leaving Vince gaping behind him. Reaching up, he straightened the lapel of his corduroy jacket. He was rather confidant, smiling a bit wider than he might normally. Strangely, he didn’t even feel a bit nervous either.

"Hello." Howard bowed to the woman as he spoke. "Snappy party, hmm?"

The woman said nothing. Raising an eyebrow at Howard, she eyed him up and down. Of course, Howard only took this as a good sign and continued.

"Nice, isn’t it? Corduroy." He nodded his head and ran a hand down his arm to his elbow patch. "A fabric that never goes out of style, oh no. And it also wicks away sweat to allow for optimum dancing." Howard leaned in closer, grinning at her. When she leaned away from him, he only took it in stride.

"Granted, this music isn’t really music to dance to. A person really needs something a bit more jazzy." He winked at her. "Still, a music step is a music step. Would you like to cut a rug with me?"

The woman blinked up at him. "Uh…" She was quiet, biting her lip as she watched him. "You… You scare me. No." She backed away as if he might do something, moving slowly towards the DJ table. Turning away, she started talking to Tony Harrison instead.

Howard’s smile fell rather quickly. He should have been prepared for it, but he wasn’t. Yes, he had been rejected before. Many times, in fact. Somehow, he didn’t think it would be like that this time. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Naboo standing beside him until his hand waved in front of his face.

"Ah. Hello, Naboo. Having fun?" He forced a smile on his face and tried hard to look like he hadn’t just been shot down by the woman of his dreams.

Naboo looked at him in that way that confused him so much. He was good at reading people (or at least he ignorantly thought that he was), but Naboo was a bit of an enigma. He neither smiled or frowned, just standing there.

"Who’s she," he murmured.

"Oh." Howard fumbled a bit and stammered for his words. "Greta. Lovely girl. Her boyfriend is, uh, very ill. Poor, poor woman had to come to the party alone. Such the pity."

"Mhm." Naboo raised an eyebrow. "Shot you down." It was not a question.,

Howard’s smile fell. Of course that is what happened, but he hadn’t actually been ready to admit it to someone. He barely was admitting it to himself. Still, he had to admit it. After all, Naboo nailed it in three words.

"Yes. I… I’m not sure why. I thought she would have been different," Howard mumbled. "She was the one. Or… I don’t know."

Naboo nodded his head again and didn’t say anything. Howard wished he would say something or just go away. For a brilliant shaman, he was being rather silent.

"She’s mildly attractive." His head tilted to the side as he looked over at her. "Though… There is something rather familiar about her." One hand reached up and he scratched his chin as he turned and looked back at Howard. "Odd that. Perhaps you should think about that."

Howard watched as he wandered away. Two thoughts ran through his mind as he watched Naboo find someone else to talk to. One was that perhaps Naboo was right about that. Why had he thought she was different? Why hadn’t he been so nervous as he usually was. The other thought was where had Naboo even found a rainbow turban.

****

The party was still in full swing a few hours later. Some had started to leave, but half the party was still in attendance. And they probably would still be there if Naboo hadn’t started to usher them out.

"Closing time," he called out. It helped that he had a rather tall gorilla behind him growling at people.

Howard stood against the wall, arms crossed and a broody look on his face. Vince was playing happy host and wishing everyone a goodbye at the door. When it was just the four of them again, he made his way back over to Howard, a huge grin on his face.

"Great party, no?"

He looked rather smug and reached up to adjust the little rainbow tiara he had been wearing. He was still tapping his feet and swaying his hips a bit, even though Tony had shut the music down. In fact, it was rather quiet in the room now that everyone else had left.

"It was fine," Howard muttered.

"Aw…" Vince shook his head. "You haven’t gotten your present yet."

Vince handed Howard a small package wrapped in rainbow paper. His fingers flexed and he fidgeted a bit as he watched Howard open it. Inside was a small framed photograph of the two of them, smiling and looking like there was not a worry in the world.

"Vince. This is so nice. I… Thank you."

Howard’s face lit up in a smile and he looked almost like a child in a candy shop. It was just that look alone that made Vince feel better. He knew Howard had not wanted the party, but he was a party man. Vince didn’t know how not to have a party.

"There now. That’s better, eh? Night wasn’t too bad." Vince gave a small chuckle. "And I saw you talkin’ to that girl. She left shortly after you spoke to her. Whatever you said, I’m rather glad. Can’t have more than one of me at a party."

And then something unexpected happened. It was rather a surprise to Vince. Almost as if in slow motion, Howard stepped forward and gave Vince a hug, lingering a moment. Vince hugged him back, placing a kiss on his cheek. It was like as if something changed, yet nothing was actually said. When Howard pulled back, Vince stared at him, looking into his eyes. Yes, something had changed. He could see it.

"There’s never more than one of you, Vince." He reached down and took Vince’s hand in his, threading their fingers together. "I just wish I had seen it sooner."

Thu, 16 Apr 2009 04:15:47 GMT

Title: Mud Wrestling
Team: Captain Jack Harkness, The Doctor, brief cameo from Ianto Jones
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Wordcount: 1927
Rating: PG-13 for possible swearing
Notes Written for the Dalek In The Pond fic challenge. I haven't really written a fic in almost two years, so be gentle? Much love to exileonmain who helped me write this. I wuv her.

It was just another night at the Hub. Or so Jack had thought. The others had gone home. The team just wasn’t the same now that it was short two members. He knew Gwen and Ianto needed a little rest time or they all would have snapped. And yet, Jack just couldn’t hire someone new. Not yet. It felt too much like replacing Tosh and Owen. He really wasn’t ready to do that yet.

It was normally quiet at the Hub. Except when the Rift alarms were going off. Jumping to his feet, Jack ran out of his office to the computers and scanned where it came from.

“Beaulieu?”

Jack blinked. He hadn’t been to Beaulieu in years. And it sure was out of the way where the Rift was concerned. He typed a few buttons, doing a bit of searching with the computer.

“Trace elements… Sensory pattern…”

He was speaking to himself, normally a sign of insanity to anyone else in the world. To him, it was just a way to get the thoughts flowing. Ianto usually just rolled his eyes when Jack did that. Well, there was only one way to find out what it was. Jack retrieved his grey coat and what used to be Tosh’s alien trace scanner before heading out of the Hub.

***

It was the end of the universe all over again. The TARDIS was taking the Doctor to Earth, even if he didn’t want to go. The worst part was that he didn’t’ know why. He danced all around the console, hitting buttons and screaming loudly. Even if he wanted the TARDIS to stop, she apparently wouldn’t. His eyes widened as the TARDIS finally thumped and landed. He had been on his way to Kurhan, not Earth. As he read the screen of the console in front of him, one hand raised and he scratched his head. He did not know why the TARDIS had brought him here. And to Beaulieu no less.

“Well, at least it’s not Raxacoricofallapatorius.”

The Doctor stepped out of the TARDIS and smiled. At least the sun was shining. That would help to elevate his moods. Especially when he was going to have a problem. The minute he stepped out of the TARDIS, his foot was planted right into some mud. His trainer got stuck and he gazed down at it, groaning. His foot shifted a bit before he pulled it out, mud up to his laces.

“Oh yuck…”

***

Jack hadn’t told the others where he was going. He rarely did. Especially after losing Tosh and Owen, one might think he would be more open. Not Jack. He made his way towards the site where the signal was coming from. Running towards the pit, his eyes were focused on his hand held pda. He was so focused that he ran face first into a tree. Or he thought it was a tree.

“Son of a bitch!”

Jack fell on his arse, looking up to see what he’d hit. A blue tree? No, not a tree, a TARDIS. A very familiar looking TARDIS. Standing up, he brushed off his arse and moved around it to see the Doctor fussing over his shoe.

“Do you normally park this thing in the road,” Jack asked.

“We are off the road,” the Doctor pointed out.

The Doctor went back to examining his shoe. One hand reached up and he ran his fingers through his hair like he always did when he was feeling flummoxed. He couldn’t speak and leave her out of the conversation either.

“It’s not my fault you can’t read your manipulator, Jack.” He wagged a finger at Jack.

“We are at the end of the road.” Jack reached up and wiped his bleeding nose. Duting off his coat, he waved the pda at the Doctor. “I was reading this!” He turned his gaze to the pond, his mouth hanging open. “Okay, what the hell is that?’

The Doctor followed along beside Jack, his hands stuffed into his pockets. He had started to say something in response to Jack, but his words trailed off as he gazed at the pond. The very top of the Dalek peeked up out of the water at them. The eyestalk of the Dalek itself had mud all over the end of it. And suddenly, the Doctor was in the water. His long, brown coat was off, tossing it over Jack’s shoulder as he waded in. He groaned at the mud latching onto his feet as he got closer, his whole face looking pained. As he got closer, the look on his face changed to his usual cheeky grin.

“Well, hello you!” He reached out and wiped some of the mud off the Dalek.

Jack watched the Doctor, catching the jacket before it sailed over his shoulder. He inhaled a little bit, licking his lips as he walked around the pond to get a look. His arm stuck out and he pointed at it like the Doctor didn’t see it.

“How the hell did it get in there,” Jack asked.

The Doctor shrugged his shoulders. He wasn’t sure. He tugged and tugged at it but it would not lodge free from the mud.

“Perhaps it landed here…”

The Doctor rolled his eyes. This water really was disgusting and he thought he felt the mud slipping into his shoes and squishing through his toes.

He gazed up at Jack. “Don’t you have some alien tech or something to get this out? Isn’t that what you do, Captain?”

Jack shook his head. “You’re going to make me get the coat dirty. I’m telling Ianto on you.”

He moved to go get the SUV. He knew that if the interior of the car got messed up at all, he would be in trouble. And it was going to be the Doctor’s fault. Ten minutes later he was backing the SUV up close to the pond. Opening the back hatch, he pulled the chain out of the back.

“Attach this to it.” Jack threw him an end of the chain. “And why are we helping this thing?”
The Doctor glared a bit up at Jack. “You’d rather leave it here in the mud? We don’t even know if it is still alive or dead?! We have to get it out. We have to do the right thing, Jack. Tell Ianto I’ll pay for the detailing myself. We have to try,” he muttered. He started to wrap the chain around the Dalek.

“How many people do you think it cared about?” Jack pursed his lips and watched the Doctor. “It killed me. I’m sorry if I have no mercy for it.” He exhaled heavily, hands twitching at his sides. “Tell me when you’ve got it tethered.”

The Doctor looked up at Jack. He felt for the man, he did, but he had a longer history with the Daleks than Jack did. To him, Jack would never understand. He shook his head and went back to work, his hands slipping over the chain.

“Done,” the Doctor murmured. “Ready.”

Jack raised his brow and walked to the drivers side of the car. Getting into the SUV, he started it and stepped on the gas. When Jack did that, two things happened to the Doctor. The first was watching the Daled did move a little. The Dalek budged a bit, but it would take a few more tries to get it unstuck. The second was that the Doctor slipped and fell his ass. He was now up to his chest in the mud.

Jack stopped the SUV and the Dalek literally hit the back of it. He turned it off, and hurried around to the back of the car. Sliding in the mud, he got it all over his coat and his clothes. “Fuck. At least it didn’t dent the car…” He turned and looked back at the Doctor. “Need me to throw you a line?”

“You would like that too much. I am not a fan of mud wrestling,” the Doctor quipped. “I have never felt more dirty.”

Jack smirked some and tilted his head. “You could be dirtier.” A little innuendo never hurt anyone.

The Doctor rolled his eyes and pulled his sonic screwdriver out of his inner pocket. It had a few dabs of mud on it, but it was mostly clean. He wiped it off with his collar, still semi clean, pointing it at the Dalek. Nodding his head, he pressed the button, the screwdriver humming quietly. If Jack looked closely, his hand trembled a little bit. Slowly, he opened the shell of the Dalek, revealing what was inside. Indeed, the little creature was dead. All that was left was a small, shriveled mess.

“I believe it is dead, Jack.” He sighed, feeling rather depressed at what he saw. “So very sad.”

Jack pursed his lips. Looking down, he realized they were in the mud again. And they were getting sucked down into it like quicksand. His eyes widened and he looked up at the Doctor, reaching out to grab his arm.

“Uh, Doc… Don’t want to ruin the moment, but is this mud sucking us in?“ Jack exhaled a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding. “I usually really like a good sucking, but…”

The Doctor’s eyes widened. This would most likely be the reason why the Dalek had been stuck there in the first place. “What? WHAT?!” He looked back at the SUV, grabbing a hold of Jack’s arm. “We can use the chain to pull ourselves out?”

Jack landed flat on his back in the mud, the Doctor with him. He laughed hard, tilting his head some. As he tried to pull himself out of the mud, he ended up sliding face first this time. And he might have accidentally tripped the Doctor in doing so.

“Aagh!” The Doctor groaned. He was now coated head to toe in the disgusting, thick substance. “I can feel mud in places a time lord should not?!” Looking up at Jack, he got a cheeky grin on his face. Rather quickly, he stood up and pushed Jack into the mud.

Jack finally got to his feet just before the Doctor shoved him. He shouted as he fell onto his back. As he went down, he pulled the Doctor’s leg to bring him down with him. His whole body fell backwards on his ass, submerging him up to his neck in mud.

Reaching out, the Doctor started to splash mud at Jack like water. They were terrible, like two kids splashing in a wading pool. Only much, much messier. Mud was shoved in Jack’s face, down the Doctor’s trousers, and in Jack’s hair too. Ianto and the TARDIS were going to kill them.

Jack reached down and made a mud ball, throwing it at the Doctor. It hit him right in the face with a loud splat. They were both so lost in their mud fighting that they didn’t hear the footsteps approaching the pond. Ianto laid out some plastic in the back of the SUV and then turned to face them. It wasn’t until the shadows cast over them that they looked up at Ianto, standing there with his hands on his hips.

“Jack.” He neither smiled nor frowned. “My phone went off. It told me about the alien activity.” The corners of his lips twitched, as if he wanted to smile but was trying not to. “There is a spring over there. I’d suggest you both load the Dalek, then go for a swim.”

Sun, 27 Jul 2008 22:55:56 GMT

And I'm spent. I don't want to work tonight.

dial up warning - pictures in this post, only 4 ?

Tue, 22 Jul 2008 12:52:59 GMT

Well. I met him. SQUEEEE.
I know, it's not fic. It's fandom related. And it's my journal. Bite me!

So first I left Buffalo and drove up to Hamilton to pick up my friend Kat. She is the resident Canadian Browncoat and someone that I love to bits. She knows the area and pretty much helps me not look like a tourist. Hee.

So we go up to Toronto, check into the hotel from hell! Never stay at the Econo Lodge on Jarvis St. They don't have their own parking lot!! I had to park my car 2 blocks away in an overnight pay lot and pray nothing happened to it.

After all that was settled, we walked up to the Eaton Centre, got some food, then took the TTC to Front St and got into the CBC building. It was crazy packed already but we kind of expected that. I had tickets reserved for me so we still got in, but just barely. We ran from the elevator to the studio, and the doors shut after about three people behind us.

John looked good. As always. And when the camera's were off, he was so cute. In the preshow warm up, someone said they were from Scotland. So, during the commercial breaks, after his makeup was touched up, he would yell back and talk to them. It was so cute. Where are you from? Who are you rooting for. He had all eyes for Scotland.

When the show ended, without spoiling, he really wanted the girl who got voted off to stay. That is my firm belief. As soon as the camera stopped rolling, he and Andrew were up on that stage and by her side. We pushed our way right up to the stage and waited by the stairs, so he'd have to come right by us to get off the stage. Brilliant if you ask me.

So I waited. Patiently. And then he comes up to us and he takes my book and asks who to make it out to.

So I tell him can he make it out to 'name', which is my girlfriend. And then, while he's writing, I let loose. I couldn't shut up. I'm very proud of the fact I didn't stammer either. Basically, I let it all out. I thanked him because it was something he said in his december 06 interview on 'Heaven and Earth' that made me really want to be out and not hide my sexuality anymore. And how I met my gf because of him, in a tiny way, because we were both fans of torchwood. We have no mutual friends and I firmly believe I wouldn't have met her if it hadn't been for him. To be honest, I didn't want an autograph for myself. I just wanted one for her, because she loved him and couldn't be there. And, more than anything, I wanted to say thank you to him.

And this is the look he got on his face.

When he was done, he handed back the book, kind of reached out, and took my hand and gave it a firm shake. He had that grin on his face, the one that makes you want to melt. He said "Wow, well Marie is one of my favourite names. And I'm glad you're out and you're happy. That really is great."

He signed a few more things and then had to go because he had a car waiting. Everyone else stayed and spoke to the Maria's. We, however, beat it outside and waited for him to emerge. He only signed, so I was confident I was going to get a picture with him, if it killed me. And it did.

When he came out, he was with Gavin and Scott. So I got all shy and I wouldn't look at him. See, in my head, I don't want to be a crazy stalker fangirl. In my head, he came out with his husband and his manager/best friend. Now, he may be used to people approaching him and such, but I just couldn't do it. And here's the best part.

He looked right at me. He literally stopped right in front of us, that same grin, looking at us. He had this look on his face like Well? Ask for a picture? Say something? C'mon, I don't bite. And I wanted one. I wanted one so badly... I wanted to just hug him and tell him again thank you. And that grin. I fully admit I'm deluded and hopeful in the fact that he remembered me. Oh, that's the girl who said she came out because of me. But I couldn't say anything. I just couldn't get the words out. I froze.

So he walked away. He gave another smile and a wave, got into the car with Scott in the passenger seat. He waved again as he drove by, honked the horn at us, was very friendly. And I feel like an arse because I chickened out.

Next weekend is the last two shows. And the winner is revealed. I really want to get tickets, but either way, I'm going to be outside that theater on one of those days. And I am getting my big damn picture with Captain Jack Harkness. And maybe I'll be able to tell him how wonderful I think he is too.