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At lunch, my boss bragged over her boyfriend buying an Ed Hardy jacket for 700 Euro. Which apparently is okay, because he still lives at home.

Sometimes I want to despair.

Yes, me again. I'm bored, so I've just started typing. (The reason I'm bored is: I'm doing the email-part of customer care at a school catering company. At the moment we've got summer holidays in most of germany. Go figure.)
( Some work related stuff )
( Some Torchwood related stuff )

Oh, but I'm rambling and getting emotional. And I should get back to work, there are... count them... two new mails. Yeeha. So that's it for now. Maybe I'll write up something about the three latest Torchwood novels soon.

Til then,

Fleur

Welly welly well, I'm still here. ( And I am not dead yet. )

Well, here I am then. This is my first update in 2 1/2 months!

Well then... it's 7 PM and I'll be picking up my boyfriend in 30 minutes - we'll do our usual saturday night DVD session at a friend's. And to finish all this rambling off, here's one of my poems/lyrics. Written by Blake, for Jerry. I'm still looking for someone who'll compose a melody. ^^

Wildcat

Stride through my door, flash your green eyes,
as you relieve my darkest nights.
With rays of fire, burn me out,
beyond the limits of all doubt!

You let me taste your sweetest sweat,
banish each fear and all regret!
Your flavour in my every breath,
the only answer left is yes.

Oh Wildcat, baby reel me in,
Let tooth and claw reveal each sin!
I need your red hair on my skin,
so Wildcat reel me in!

The only fight we can not loose,
be proud of each and every bruise,
Surrender to each moan and hiss,
and take the pain with every kiss.

Oh Wildcat, baby reel me in,
Let tooth and claw reveal each sin!
I need your red hair on my skin,
so Wildcat reel me in!

Let's ride on 'til we break for air
I'll count the colours of your hair
and as you're nestled to my chest
just for some hours I'll feel blessed.

Well, it’s been a while, hasn’t it? I’ve done… lot’s of stuff since my last update, but I really neglected LJ, so if I haven’t commented on anyone's entries, sorry for that. Live is just too busy at the moment.

 

Can't be bothered to write a review for The Prestige at the moment (though it was F***ING AWESOME!), so I'm shamelessly stealing this meme from lixa_turner . Yep, I'm a thief. :P

So much has happened since I last updated.


( Visiting my grandparents and drooling over John Barrowman )

( Eating too much and trying on fancy dresses )

( Eating even more and celebrating the New Year )

( My first day at work. Without releasing Alien Sex Gas. )

( ZOMG TORCHWOOD!!! )

So, I'm off to bed now and back to work tomorrow. I'm actually doing work... and it's good! At least it's now, so I'll make the most of it!

I had my last day at work yesterday. Was a bit weird, but I managed not to cry, which probably shows that I'm actually happy to be gone, as much as I will miss my remaining colleagues. I'll start my new job on 2. January and when I went there to sign the contract they told me that my first department will be Publishing! I'll get to write texts for the website and stuff like that, it's exactly what I always sort of wished to do, but couldn't because there were no opportunities. I'll also have to write some of the stuff in English, which is even better. Makes me feel like I've got skillz, yay! Aaaaaand.... I'll get 100€ more than I got in my old company! *bounce* Of course it will all go into petrol... *stops bouncing* But, as they say, always look on the bright side. 1 hour of driving time every day will at least give me time to listen to the podcasts that I sadly neglected recently, mostly because I always listened to John Barrowman. I'll also get a new mp3 player for christmas! And it's exactly the same as my old one, just without the brokeness. No more bloody CDs!
In other news, I now have a webcam:

Yep, that's me. God, I'm pale, aren't I? I really should get out more often. And I should sort this room out, it's cluttered with everyone's computer stuff. Well, it's mostly my computer stuff. Maybe I'll do something about it between the years. But most likely not...

Also, I'm totally hooked on the chat RPG at the moment. If there's one thing that's more addicting than playing Jack Harkness, then it's playing Jack Harkness in the Anne Rice universe. He's totally inside my mind, it's almost scary. My boyfriend doesn't complain though, as he, well, profits from it when I'm in Jack mode. :D Yesterday he (Jack, not my bf) had to do a speech at the Yule Ball. He danced with his current girlfriend (yep, hard to believe, he even lives with her) and with a lovely daywalker named Damian, who felt just a little bit uncomfortable because Jack creeps him out a bit. And he flirted with Marius, who sadly didn't dance with him, because he's true to Armand...
God, you know that you need a life when you blog about the life of your game chars. It's really great fun though.

Re: Torchwood. Last weeks episode was ace. I never felt so bad for Jack, I just wanted to hug him. Or Owen. Maybe Ianto should take Jack and Owen home for some nice comfort-sex-threesome. Now that I'd like to see.
Ianto was wonderful as well. Of course bananas are much more interesting than techno babble! He was just adorable in those scenes. And he's really good at maths, adding all that up in his head. Come on Jack, just promote him!

And, one more thing:
Harry Potter and the deadly Hallows. A merry christmas to you too, J.K. Rowling. And to everyone out there, in case I don't write anything else. Now I'll have to go and decorate the tree. Maybe I'll post some pictures later. Byebye!!!

ETA: Look, it's a tree! And I decorated it! Most of the stuff on it is unbreakable though, because of our cat, so no baubles. I watched Moulin Rouge while decorating, even though my mum shot me looks all the time, because she doesn't like MR. Pah, at least she got a nice tree. *nods*
I realise that the date is wrong, but that's because our camera is broken. I had to try 4 times before I got this pic...

I've been working in this company for the past 1,5 years as an apprentice. Officially, my job of "IT-Systemkauffrau" is something like an IT-Salesperson. Unforturnately, I've only been doing Backoffice, because our boss gave a shit and only needed cheap work force. Now, the company is close to bankrupt, we've had several different chief executives while I was here, and in the last few months the staff has been downsized from about 20 people to 4, here in this office, not including Hamburg. The Berlin branch was closed months ago. I've had almost nothing to do for the last few months, except doing the mail and filing and stuff, which takes about 2 hours a day. Since we know that the office here will be closed, I've applied for a continuation of my apprenticeship at several companies. Today I was accepted by Tobit, a major software company, where I will probably start working at 1.1. This means that I won't be able to spend as much time on the net anymore, but hopefully I'll actually learn the things that I need to get through my final examinations and get a proper job later on.
At the moment I'm somewhere between "shouting in triumph and sunk in despair" because I'll have to leave my working mates and my vocational school class, which is the best class I've ever had. (Tobit is in another school district) I'll also have to get a car. There goes my money I guess.

Well, life goes on, and I hope that it will get better in process. I'm glad that I got the job. At least I think so.

ETA 1 hour later: I'm now drinking sparkling wine with my working mates. Two glasses and I'm drunk, typical. Life is gooooood.

I had a terrible evening yesterday. My parents had the worst fight I ever experienced with them. It was about their parents of course, it always is the same shit at this time of the year. But I can't remember it ever being so bad. My dad had actually packed his things and was about to leave and get a hotel room, but he stayed in the end. I think I spent about one hour sitting at the PC, clinging to my sister, chatting with Jesse and having my boyfriend on the telephone and trying not to get hysteric or hyperventilate.  And failing at both.  I don't know how my sister managed to stay so calm, but she's three years older than me and already went through some unhealthy relationships. My boyfriend and Jesse both have divorced parents, so they really helped me with some advice. I'm not really looking forward to Christmas anymore now. Maybe I'll spend it with my boyfriend, I don't know if I can face it at home. And of course I woke with a banging headache this morning. Paracetamol is my friend.

Still, at least I have Torchwood and The Runaway Bride to look forward to. And I'm very much distracting myself with playing Jack Harkness in a german RPG-chat that's based in the Anne Rice universe. Jesse's administrating it and she bugged me to play him. It's great fun, he's as charming, dark and mysterious as always. And he's currently developing a strong protective instinct for a 16 year old boy prostitute. It's very sweet, as long as none of the vampires kill the boy. Jack also had a more than an hour long debate with Marius (who is, afaik, about 2000 years old) about humanity's right to defend itself against aggresors and about survival of the fittest and stuff like that. Of course he didn't really know who he was talking to at that time. And he's on the best way to become the leader of the local Talamasca - at the moment he's just their liaison to Torchwood.

Oh, and I will update 'For what it's worth' soon. Well, sometime this month. I may be miserable, but Jack's having it much worse right now.

Well, I guess it was about bloody time for a new Layout. I spent way too much time on making that header. I'm not quite happy with the overall look yet, but it's 4:30 a.m., so it will have to do for now.

Also, my Doctor Who Series 2 DVD box arrived today and... well, that Cyberman-head-box-thing is a bit crap, isn't it? I wish I hadn't bothered ordering it. Maybe I'll put it on ebay and just get the normal set. Still, the box itself is lovely, I can't wait to watch all the episodes with subtitles, because as much as I adore David, as soon as he puts up speed I only understand every third word of what he's saying. I already watched his video diary, which was really lovely, especially that stuff at the beach. *gets all teary eyed* (And may I say WHEEEE for spotting all the Bond DVDs as well as the LotR box sets in his DVD collection? :D)
They really should loosen up that schedule a bit though, otherwise some people might die from exhaustion soon. They probably get their caffeine through IV by now.
Billie's video diary was a bit redundant though. I mean, David must have put up his camera once a week to get all that material, he even took it with him over christmas, but it seems like she just forgot about it after a few days. Ah well, girls and all that, I would probably forget about it as well. I wonder what the chances are for a John Barrowman video diary on the next series, or maybe even Torchwood. After seeing him on all those talkshows over the last weeks, I would really die to see that. Though they would probably have to bleep half of it out, which would, I guess, take the fun away.

As for the next few days, it seems that I now have the choice between doing homework, reading fanfic, writing fanfic, obsessing over The Captain Jack Show Torchwood and watching Doctor Who. Oh the dilemma.
But for now, I'll just go to bed. Nights should really be longer.

Favourite Dialogue of the week, from John Barrowman's appearance on Never Mind the Buzzcocks:
John: "Talk to the hand cause the wrist is pissed!"
Simon Amstell: "You've out-gayed me, Barrowman!"
John: "Let's have a gay-down! Hands on the table, lips pursed and go!"
Simon Amstell: "I haven't even told my mum yet..."

Oh John, how I love thee...

I've just come back from watching Casino Royale. And I have to say, this is one kick-ass film. And it has, quite possibly, one of the most painful torture scenes I've ever seen in a movie (not counting splatter films like Hostel and Saw). And you don't actually see anything, which is, given the nature of the scene, quite fine with me.
I can't be bothered to write a review or anything, especially not at 0:40 at night when I have to go to work the next day.
So here are the things that I loved:
- It's a new start! Here's to new starts! Especially if they have eyes like those!
- The title sequence! I want that as a LJ-Layout! It just looks wonderful, and I've even grown to like the song. (I really hated it when I first heard it)
- OMG, that's what I call a chase! How many Jackie Chan movies did they watch to do that? They most unbelievable thing is that there are actually people that can do this sort of bouncing-of-walls.
- He totally screwed up his first mission! Ha!
- He breaks into M's house! Ha.2!
- Stuff happens, things explode, people die and I totally love this Bond in a way I never could have loved Greaseball Pierce Brosnan. (I quite liked Pierce, but he just doesn't compare to Daniel, who oozes Bond from every pore)
- Yes, this guy is actually a killer and you wouldn't take him home, but you'd take him right there on the beach and be totally happy for a night and just move on on the next morning.
- That conversation with Vesper on the train. OMG, that's one excellent writer they have there. And they are both wonderful actors as well!
- The car. Duuuude. THE CAR!!!
- Poker. I don't have any idea about the rules, but it's surely tense.
- Waiter: "Shaken or stirred?" James: "Do I look like I care?" Me: W00t!
- Oh noes, he's dead!
- Oh, he's alive again. Thank god for Vesper and Defibrilators. They surely come in handy in cars.
- Ha, he kicks everyone else's ass at Poker! Bond FTW!
- They do the sex, but that's obligatory.
- They have Vesper!
- There goes the car. He just can't take care of them.
- O.o Ouch. I mean OUCH! You really, really don't do that to a man. I mean, really. That should be taboo. I'm still shuddering at the thought. But James has balls of steel (sorry, couldn't resist) and he may be screaming in agony but he still mocks Le Chiffre.
- "I love you. Look, I'll quit my great secret-agent, license-to-kill, job for you. We'll live happily ever after and sail around the world!" Yeah, guess what. She's doomed. And that hospital or whatever totally looked like the place where Padme and Anakin had their secret marriage.
- Venice! I want to go there!
- Oh. That's one anvil sized bag of broken trust for you. Poor James.
- Yep, she's dead. Told you so.
- Oh. She tried to protect him. This calls for revenge.
- "Bond. James Bond."

Yeah, I'm dead from the awesomeness of it all. Even if this movie had more endings than Return of the King and still kept going. But it's really, really wonderful. Let's hope Daniel stays on for a while. And then get Gerard Butler or John Barrowman. Please. Because I still love the dark haired gentlemanly Bond.

Title: For what it's worth - Chapter 3: Scratching the Surface
Words: 1871
Fandom: Torchwood/Doctor Who
Author: Me, obviously
Characters: Jack Harkness, OC
Rating: R (better safe than sorry), later chapters will have smut and will therefore be NC-17
Summary: Jack wasn’t fooling himself, he knew what could be done to a man in nine hours. But he was not an ordinary man; he knew that he could take more than most people. Well, maybe he was fooling himself. Being immortal didn’t mean that he couldn’t be hurt. Still, it was only nine hours and he needed the papers.
Disclaimer: Obviously I don't own Doctor Who or Torchwood, though it would be really nice if I did. While writing this chapter, I realised that the character of Paris Hughes is very much inspired by a character from Diana Gabaldon's Outlander saga, whose name is (what are the odds for this?) Captain Jack Randall. And those of you who know Outlander may already be able to guess in how much trouble Jack is now.
A/N: This is a tie-in fanfiction to my 800 word drabble Blackouts, taking a closer look at how Jack got to sell himself out.
As always, this is un-betaed, so please bear with me and tell me if you find glaring errors. And comment if you like what you read!

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

Title: For what it's worth - Chapter 2: Choose
Words: 964
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Me, obviously
Characters: Jack Harkness, OC
Rating: M for Mature, I guess. Could someone point me in the direction of a rating guide? Also, there may or may not be some smut of the not so nice sort in later chapters, but I'm not sure yet.
Summary: After getting an unusual offer, Jack has to make a hard choice.
A/N: This is a tie-in fanfiction to my 800 word drabble Blackouts, taking a closer look at how Jack got to sell himself out.
As always, this is un-betaed, so please bear with me and tell me if you find glaring errors.

Chapter 1 can be found here.

Title: For what it's worth - Chapter 1: Whisky and an offer
Fandom: Torchwood
Author: Me, obviously
Characters: Jack Harkness, OC
Rating: M for Mature. There may or may not be some smut in later chapters, I'm not sure yet.
Summary/ A/N: This is a tie-in fanfiction to my 800 word drabble Blackouts, taking a closer look at the following paragraph:
The captain of the cargo ship gives him a lift to the next interstellar space harbour in exchange for a night with him[...] He tries not to think too much about the fact that he has essentially sold himself out.
This is un-betaed, because I can't be bothered. English is a foreign language for me, so please tell me if you find any mistakes. (Ha, see what I did there?)

This has to be my favourite episode up til now. I'm a sucker for base under siege stories, especially when they are all dark and creeping around in corridors. I actually had to catch my breath a few times when I first watched it, because it was so tense.
I'm also really glad that we got to see more of Ianto and I felt really sorry for him in the end. He had to go through quite a lot in this episode and I really hope that there will be some echoing of this in later stories. Owen is also really growing on me, much more than I would have thought possible.
As for Jack... alright, I squeed. Like, very much. Him being all angry and shouty made me feel quite weak in the knees. Or to quote Rose: "Blimey, you can smell the testosterone." Not to mention how he kissed Ianto, which was so not CPR! I guess that he just wanted to wake him up as quietly as possible. And have some stress relief. Yes.

Anyway, enough of my babbling, because you actually came here to look at my icons. I made 39, but more will follow. Sorry that some of them are a bit boring, I was a bit tired last evening. I wish I had a Ianto who'd bring me coffee.

Teaser:




- All screencaps were snagged from marishna and can be found at her journal.
- Please tell me which you take!
- If you want to use textless icons as bases TELL ME! You are allowed to do it anyway, but it's nice to know which ones are used where and how.
- Credit is luurve!
- Crossposting this to several TW comms, sorry for the f-list spamming.

And on a completely random note, they just played the new U2 song on the radio. Yay!

Title: Blackouts
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Wordcount: 868
Spoilers: Doctor Who Season 1, Torchwood Episode 1. The rest is only speculation, so if any of it turns out to be true don't blame me. ;)
Rating: M for mature themes and some disturbing images (no sex though). Or something. Please tell me if this is the totally wrong rating, I'm not sure how this is done.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything of Doctor Who or Torchwood. Except some DVDs and books.
A/N: I've spent my free time in different fandoms since I got hooked on Sailor Moon with 11 (I dare you to laugh) and I read many, many fanfics, but
1. This is the first time I'm trying to write anything.
2. English is a foreign language for me.
3. This is an un-betaed drabbling.
Summary: Jack's journey from the space station to the earth of the 21st century... almost.
This contains quite some Angst, because I like my heroes tortured. Bonus points for those who spot the 2,5 musical quotes that sneaked in there.

I just got an email from the reclamation office of the company where I bought my MP3 player and they say that it's completely kaput and now I can either get my money back or buy something else from them with it. I won't be able to get the same again for that price, because it was a used one (which is why it broke twice, argh), but it had 40GB of capacity and could be used as a portable data storage and played almost every format and generally rocked. Maybe I can get my mum to buy me a new one for christmas or something, though I really need one by now, it's not even funny how many CD-Rs I'm waisting by burning podcasts to which I only listen once on my Portable CD Player. I guess I'll have to hunt around on amazon and ebay. I hate shopping for technical equipment, there's so much to consider. Bah. Rant over.

Now, The Ghost Machine was quite awesome, wasn't it? It looks like Jack is going a bit emo in his old days, but I really like the way he behaves now. Not all happy-go-lucky and more mature and stuff. But still funny, when he doesn't yell at his subordinates for going emo over a rape that has been 40 years ago. But seriously, I really liked how Owen actually got some redeeming qualities, though he still is an asshole, being all "Well, it's not me who killed him" when Gwen is sitting right there in shock.
And totally unrelated, wasn't that shooting range scene hot? Like Dirty Dancing, only with guns, which I would guess give you a bit more adrenaline.

Anyway, here's why I actually came here:

( Iconage! Emo!Jack! ShootingRange!Hotness! )</div>
- All screencaps were snagged from marishna and can be found here at her journal.
- Please tell me which you take!
- If you want to use textless icons as bases TELL ME! You are allowed to do it anyway, but it's nice to know which ones are used where and how.
- Credit is luurve!