Sticky Post
There was a reason, probably a stupid reason but a reason nonetheless. My computer crashed and I lost EVERYTHING, as in EVERYTHING.
The fics I've been writing and the hundreds of bookmarks and favorite pages I've just compulsively organised and saved were the only things that were holding me to my sanity when I was deep in depression. They were an escape for me when I was seriously contemplating self-harming (and I'm not just saying that.) I lost all that in one fell swoop, rough drafts of chapters 3 and 4 of Nosce... all the ones I've finished so far, 3 other Torchwood fics I was working on at the same time and all my original writing (which made me cry). All my favorite fics I've been saving for 6 long years from all sorts of fandoms I've delved into, they must have numbered HUNDREDS. All the photos I had, personal and fandom photos which would probably take months to recover (some of them are not even around anymore). I felt like this was just the last straw. Everything was conspiring against me. I'm not even gonna delve into my personal problems. Needless to say I did not handle it very well.
I was just glad my sisters got through to me. And the following week I got a job which I immersed myself into, more to avoid dwelling than actual fondness for the job. So far its been 2 months since I last read any fanfic, Torchwood or otherwise. It might be sad but that is a big deal for me because before that I read fics on a daily basis, RL willing of course. I just couldn't face the fandom after loosing everything I loved about it. 6 years of fandom worship gone up to smoke. I know I'm getting overly dramatic but it was part of my life (specially the original writing I did). To those who know what I'm rambling about, I hope this never happens to you. For God's sakes save! Backup everything. Don't ever leave anything to chance.
I'm going to try to reconstruct my fic favorites now, I don't expect I'll recover them all (God, all those Drarry writers who took off their work from the internet), and going to start reconstructing Nosce again. I'll probably try remixing from the beggining it so I'm on a look out for a beta since my first language isn't English. So if you're reading this (I won't be surprised if none do or those who tried have hit the back button in the first sentence) and you want to try your hand on beta'ing or you know of someone who could do it and is available, please comment, let me know as soon as you can.
I'm ending this ramble on a happier note, Doctor Who Easter Special on Saturday the 11th of April! I can't wait. I'm not too sure about it, from the teaser it looked very similar to Pitch Black. But I'm reserving judgement (It can't possibly be as bad as The Next Doctor), I'm excited about it and making a night of it with my sisters and friends.
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drained
Oh God, sorry...still haven't finished Nosce Ch3, I can't seem to find the time what with Christmas and all, and I'm heading to London for New Years... also, I can't seem to write in this new house...
Anyway WOOT! for Top Gear Vietnam epic tonight...fabulous episode...I couldn't help but squee. They're all so very gay but I loved it like crazy. For a car show there was a marked absence of CARS. But Jezza falling off the bike so many times was just made of WIN. I can't believe he won the challenge though. And James in those clothes and the collander and the hat! *adores*
I hated the Doctor Who Christmas Special more than I thought I ever could. It was just all about how-great-the-Doctor-is and it made me gag. I was frowning the whole time. I can't believe I was so excited to watch it and I even made my sisters sit down and watch it with me...they enjoyed it somewhat but its not exactly the best episode to initiate them into the fandom :( I enjoyed Wallace and Gromit more than I enjoyed that stupid episode...that makes me incredibly sad and absolutely disgusted. That should never have happened.
The only thing I enjoyed about that stupid episode was Miss Hartigan. She kept getting hotter the more I watched her.
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awake
I feel really bad, only wrote the outline for Chapter 3 of Nosce but its been a busy day. My arms ACHE, I didn't realise I have so much crap, shoes, clothes (don't get me started on coats), bags, beauty stuff I can't do without, shisha pipe and paraphelia, lappie and paraphelia and a bag or two of paperwork...my luggage felt like there's a dead body in there and that's with 3 people carrying them. And I had to leave my beloved books and dvds behind, it was just too much. And my lovely duvet and perfectly plump pillows and numerous cushions who's been so much part of my writing process :(
I can never write anything on a desk, my feet freezes. My bed was oh so lovely T_T
Had 4 hours on the train through, managed to listen to Doctor Who Forever Trap to get me going. Gave me a clearer idea of how to write the Doctor and Donna, which is great, got the juices flowing. Also I'd like to remind everyone following Nosce that this will be an amalmagation of S4 of Doctor Who and S2 of Torchwood, so while we play with canon, this will inevitably come into considerable AU-ness.
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tired
Sorry guys no update for today, I've got a major move to look forward to (oh, joy...). Swapping shitty Hull for pretty Leamington Spa. I will try to update Nosce te Ipsum probably late tomorrow...look forward for some more Ianto/Doctor banter, an awkward phone call, a surprise appearance and wee bit Janto...
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aggravated
Title: Nosce Te Ipsum (2/?)
Pairings/Characters: JackxIanto, Doctor, Astrid Perth
Rating: PG (for now)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Word Count: 3,824 words
Summary: Ianto finds himself lost in the worst way. The Doctor offers him a way out to heal and to find himself.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, BBC owns Torchwood and Doctor Who
Story Notes: Post End of Days and Last of the Timelords disregarding the whole of Torchwood Season 2 completely. This chapter comes with a retelling of Voyage of the Damned (i hope I didn't bollocks it up). This is a Ianto-centric fic of his rediscovery of his self-worth. Unbeta'ed.
A/N: After much thinking I've decided to incorporate the Whoniverse in here. I love Donna, but she won't be appearing until Chapter four to add spice to our Ianto/Doctor dynamic. Also I never liked Astrid's death in Voyage so I'm changing it. I'm pretty apprehensive about this chapter since I'm taking so much liberty with canon. Sorry in advanced if I inadvertently offend anyone. It's also turned out longer than I expected.
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anxious
Title: Storm
Pairing/Characters: JackxIanto, Gwen, Owen, Tosh
Rating: PG (because I still can't write decent smut w/o sounding like a twat)
Genre: Romance, Flangst, Song Fic
Length: Oneshot (2154 words)
Disclaimer: I own nothing, Torchwood is Auntie Beebs and some studio owns the song
Story Notes: Takes place after Something Borrowed. Best read while listening to John Mayer's acoustic version of Slow Dancing in a Burning Room Unbeta'ed
Author's Notes: I know I should be writing 'Nosce..' but this bug just caught me. I'M SORRY FANDOM, forgive me for inflicting this on you! I don't know what came over me to write this...I blame my ITunes and John Mayer.
I will be updating 'Nosce...' by midnight tonight (finger's crossed)
( Forgive me FANDOM... )
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weird
Rating: PG (for now)
Genre: Action/Adventure, Romance
Word Count: 1900
Summary: Ianto finds himself lost in the worst way. The Doctor offers him a way out to heal and to find himself.
Story Notes: Post End of Days and Last of the Timelords disregarding the whole of Torchwood Season 2 completely. This is a Ianto-centric fic of his rediscovery of his self-worth. Unbeta'ed.
A/N: Here's a little offering to the Companion Ianto genre. I don't rightly know what to call it yet but I'm pretty sure it would be a multi-chapter fic. Here's the first chapter. Be warned though, its got woobie!Ianto and some angst. And a little bit of Gwen-bashing (or at least it will in the long run).
( Fic under cut... )
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pensive
Right, sorry...I was gonna do this list earlier but got distracted by the shiny drabble challenges over at
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tw100 I am an awfully distracted person...Right-o! This be Timetraveller Ianto, includes rift accidents, accidents involving alien devices, a wee bit of Year-That-Never-Was and Companion!Ianto (with Ianto/TARDIS love, because we know TARDIS will just love Ianto). Not exclusively JackxIanto pairing, there may be some Ianto/10, you are warned.
( TIMETRAVELLER!IANTO this way... )
Characters: Ianto Jones
Word Count: 100
Challenge: For
tw100 's 100 Drabble Challenge #11 'Anything goes'Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: This drabble is dedicated to the talented
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misswinterhill for writing and sharing Non Linear. Thank you hun. This drabble is set in its universe. He wonders sometimes. What life he’d have had with Jack if he hadn’t been chosen, if Jack hadn’t been loved by the Bad Wolf, if they were mortal. Ianto imagines himself and Jack with normal jobs. Jack in the Met, him as a museum curator. They’d buy an old Victorian house . Maybe they’d even adopt. Ianto wonders if there’s a parallel version of them doing just that. But then living for so long had taught Ianto that anything goes in the multi-verse. He’d be happy for their other selves, though he wouldn’t trade all of eternity with Jack for anything.
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Word Count: 100
Challenge: For
tw100 's 100 Drabble Challenge #25 'Star WarsDisclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N: This assumes that Ianto reads the Star Wars Expanded Universe...lolz! I had so much fun writing this *admits to reading all SW EU books*
“You’ve got to be kidding me!”
Ianto couldn’t help but agree. Finding a Kroosh in the middle of a Star Wars convention would be a nightmare.
Not least because it looked like a Killik.
He followed Jack into the building, dodging a wandering Mon Calamari, a girl in black leather and atrocious red wig and nearly colliding with a miniscule Darth Vader.
They found the Kroosh in the middle of a crowd, bewildered and showing signs of fear.
A Bothan poked at its chest. “That’s a cracking costume. Made it yourself?”
Ianto, Jack and the traumatised Kroosh couldn’t walk away fast enough.
Title: Unusual you
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Word Count: 100
Challenge: For
tw100 100 Drabble Challenge #42 'Guilty Pleasures'Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Notes: Track 7 'Unusual You' is quite good. Even if it is Britney.
Jack scrambled to close his laptop but it was too late.
“Is that Britney I hear, Sir?” Ianto smirked as he handed Jack’s last coffee of the day. He could still hear the muted chorus of Circus as the machine wound down to sleep.
“What can I say? Britney’s classic where I came from?”
“That maybe, but in this century, Britney’s a guilty pleasure for men your age.” Ianto turned to go “I won’t wait up.”
“Ianto…listen to Track 7 and think of me before you go to bed?”
The next day Jack came to work pleasantly sore and glowing.
Title: Suitably Heroic
Characters: Ianto Jones, Jack Harkness
Word Count: 100
Rating: G
Challenge: For
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tw100 100 Drabble Challenge-'Arthurian Legend'“Merlin wasn't Welsh, you know..."
Ianto peered over T.H. White's Book of Merlyn to Jack, who wandered into the tourist office from the secret entrance.
Ianto gave him a disbelieving look. “Yes he was.”
"He wasn’t! The Doctor said he was a crazy Timelord.”
“Based on the assumption the Arthurian legend was real?”
“Yep, apparently he helped Merlin and baby Arthur get away from Carrionites trying to get their hands on him.” Jack’s eyes glazed over. “Speaking of…I bet Lancelot was hot…”
“Lancelot was a French twat. I prefer Culhwch myself, he was suitably heroic” Ianto smiled as Jack growled.
This list includes Ianto as an alien or possesed by an alien entity. I'm not going to include Ianto as a Timelord (unless he's part alien) since I already have a list of Timelord Ianto. Its not much. Please let me know if you know of any good quality Ianto fics of the same theme.
Please keep in mind that this are fics I loved, I'm sure there are more out there I've not read and loved yet.
( ALIEN!IANTO this way.... )
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( IMMORTAL!IANTO this way... )
I will edit sometime in the future, I keep thinking I missed other fics.
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crappy
I was organising my bookmarks when I thought I might as well make a rec list, everyone else seems to be doing it. These recs are Ianto-centric and organised according to recurring themes. Probably wont all be in one post . Also keep in mind that this is from my Favorites so its not a comprehensive list (I'm not listing everything with, for example, Immortal!Ianto)
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cold
Changes
Stupid lj won't let me edit the fic on the post. Keeps screwing up the paragraphs and the font. I don't know what I did wrong :(
My god, I couldn't stop laughing. Jezza pummeled Boris, Jezza's 'Heat's Weirdest Crush' win on the news, The Stig with a yellow umbrella, Jeremy pushing James off the track into a ditch, 'Communistical', the shopping centre chase (LOLZ) and the Fiesta in a Royal Marine training exercise (is DED of LOLZ). Utter EPIC WIN.
James had a hair trim! *adores*
Also is it weird to say that I think the best episode of Doctor Who series 4 was 'Midnight' and that I hated River Song from Library and Forest? She was such a pain constantly saying things like The Doctor's not the 'real' Doctor because he wasn't her Doctor. I really don't want to see her ever again but I suppose she's gonna have to pop back sometime in the future. blegh!
I was living in Libya with my parents August of '97. I remember watching on CNN the reports of Diana's death with my mom (who was doing the ironing at the time), I was 11 then, I didn't even know her but I cried anyway because everyone seemed so sad.
5 Days later Mother Theresa died. I cried even more because she was closer to home. As a Roman Catholic, we venerated like a living Saint.
9/11, I was living with my mom in Malta. I remember being so horrified and overwhelmed. I stayed in front of the TV for the whole day. Luckily school hadn't started yet. I was 15.
7/7, I was in Cambridge (1 hour away from London by train) at the time already 19, still living with my parents. I had a few friends in London and I checked on them as soon as I could. I remember being so angry but at the same time stolid and determined not to let this terrorist hit affect anything I do. I wasn't scared and I wrote an open letter adressed to those responsible on my blog.
Also Merlin's getting dishier and dishier as the episodes go by (squee for tonight's episode). We love the contrast he makes with sun-god Arthur. Everyone, keep slashing!
over and out
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cheerful
Title: Changes
Author: Rhynny
Rating: PG
Characters: Primarily Ianto, mentions of Jack, The Doctor, Gwen, Tosh, Owen, Mickey and Martha
Category: One-shot
Warnings: Character Death, Torchwood Season 2 Spoilers, Doctor Who Seasons 1-4 Spoilers
Disclaimer: I own nowt. Torchwood and Doctor Who arre owned by the BBC
Word count: 2,538
A/N: I was rewatching Voyage of the Damned when The Bunny caught me and beat me to submission. It basically wrote itself. Also I'm not being paid in any way to cast the British monarchy in a favourable light. Cross-Posted. Please be kind.
EDIT: Beta'ed by the wonderful ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
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Link to Fic
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accomplished
