Sep. 2nd, 2010

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For those who come across my journal here, let me introduce myself.

Sixes and Sevens )
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Just importing some of my writing over here that amused me.

Jack In A Cat )


Sep. 2nd, 2010 09:17 pm
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There's a piece of music from BSG that's titled "Kara Remembers" that stuck in my head for like a good month after I heard it on the show.

This is the result of that.

Title: Dreamscape
Characters: Jack/Ianto, Gwen, Rhys
Rating: PG
Warning: None
Summary: Storms and Booze = Strange things to the mind.

The dream always begins the same no matter where he is. )
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It was when they were cleaning up Tosh's desk that Jack found the tiny silver chain with the charms on it.

He sat with it for a moment, moving it every so often just so in order to hear the soft musical sounds and smiled as he noted the various charms. It was as he laid it out on the desk in front of her computer that Gwen came past and saw what he was doing. It was as she peeped over his shoulder and saw what it was that she began to speak.

"She picked it up one day as we were coming back from lunch." Gwen explained, her fingers moving as well over the tiny charms. "That one there was for faith." She replied, examining the silver and crystal cross. "The pink circle was just because she liked that shade of pink."

Jack nodded and pointed to the next one. "What about that then?" Gwen chuckled. "All charm bracelets she said should have a small dog on it. The yellow was for hope."

"And this one?" Ianto replied as he came over with their coffees.

"That one she said was because she was good at breaking through computer secrets." Gwen replied wisely. "Hence the lock and key."

Ianto peeked at the next one. "Peace because that was what we work towards as a goal right or is it because it's the same shade of pink?"

Gwen chuckled and bussed his cheek. "Both."

Jack called the next one. "For luck yeah?"

She shook her head. "Because she said you had horseshoes coming out of your ass."

Ianto coughed, or rather it appeared he was covering up a laugh as he turned away from them a moment.

"A bra?"

Gwen grinned. "With matching slip because a girl must always be prepared."

Jack's eyebrows rose. "Isnt that the boy scouts?"

Ianto saved them all by simply raising his glass. "Here's to Tosh and her love of whimsy."

The others raised theirs. "Amen."
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Pullo walks in and Pullo walks out, Vorenus unaware of how many times since Niobe died that the big man had done this, but by Juno, he didn't truly care.

But that voice makes him pause, makes him rise even in his grief and in Antony's harsh tones, he doesn't think ... merely acts.

He stands, unable to look him in the eye when the muscle memory has him in thrall of him. Antony's breath on his skin sending the very hairs to rise. Even when he hears him say that he is his master, by sacred oath, it is all he can do to function, even when he remembers other nights.

He starts but stills under the glare of the man who was his master, that fucking seductive voice working it's magic like a whore, even cooing how no man is above redemption, not even him.

It is all he can do to stand as Antony's hand cups his cheek, not in heat of passion, but of something else entirely.
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Missy *points to icon* is the first dog that I've owned on my own.

She's 2 and a combination of shih-tzu and poodle. For the first six months of her life I was told that she was healthy and perfect. Until she had her pre-op spay bloodwork done and at that time we learnt that she had a high ALT level.

Many blood tests and bile acid tests and ultrasounds later, we had a diagnosis of liver shunt. Which would require surgery to put a band around the shunt (which we were told at the time of the ultrasound was seen loud and clear)

Lo and behold, after the surgery ... there wasn't an external shunt, what it *was* was an condition called Microvascular Dysplasia or MVD for short. That it was several internal little shunts and to band them all would require her liver being cut open and it was compared to trying to find an air bubble in a chunk of cheese.

Translated: she'd bleed to death on the table.

So here we are almost a year later (End of October will be a full year) and she's still here. It can be controlled with diet and meds and to those who told me that she'd die before her first year, I can say you're not always right.

I've learnt that it's okay to tell the Vet that they don't always know what's right. To stand up for what you've seen in your dog because if they have a liver condition, massive shots all at once would make things worse instead of trying to make it better.

I never understood why people would refer to their dogs as heart dogs, but then she came into my life and now I do.

My enjoyments in life are many, but my greatest are reading, writing, listening to music and her.

And that is the end of my first post about m'girl.


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