amand_r | Entries tagged with doctor who

Hello there. Today's wordless Doctor Who theatre is brought to you by Half-Price books and my complete lack of propriety.

I present, ( Doctor Who and the Inappropriate Touch. )

Current Mood: i am curious, sprite
Current Location: hos up
Current Music: pimps down

Okay, December is my second anniversary of whovianism. In prep for that I shall watch Waters of Mars, end of Time and Season Five.

Before that, I dug out my old viewing notes. I was going to type them up, but there were a lot of them, so I scanned them in.

IMAGE HEAVY. Keep in mind that I have changed my mind about things since I first watched them, but this was what caught my eyes.

( Doctor Who, Season 2 )

( Doctor Who, Season 3 )

( Torchwood, Season 1 )

( Torchwood, Season 2 )

( Doctor Who Season 4 )

All in all, I think my notes for The Next Doctor are the funniest.

I HAD SEX WITH GARETH DAVID LLOYD ON A SINK AT DRAGON*CON AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY MANICURE:

( Yes, this sums up my whole D*C experience nicely. )

That was my big fat D*C exp. Seriously, few panels, lots of booze, tonnes of food, great people, EXCELLENT CONVERSATIONS, and a renewed sense of writing. I WILL WRITE THAT FPREG. IT WILL BE AWESOME.

OH AND I THINK I MIGHT HAVE A SEASON TO AIR THIS FALL.

( Oh, and Jack and Ianto's post-it D*C adventure )

BUT FOR NOW, my dad is out of surgery, and I'm waiting to hear how he is, and I have plans to make biscotti with cabernet cocoa powder, and possibly some cupcakes.

I dreamt about biscotti last night.

I made a list of shit to do divided by pages: on page per category, house, work, online, general, errands, etc. IT'S NINE PAGES LONG.

See ya'll on the flip side.

EDIT: I bought their Netherworld Blend and the Reanimator Blend. The latter is great. Haven't tasted the firmer. Go there and browse the teas and coffees.

Current Mood: thirsty
Current Location: the luge
Current Music: something sexist by zz top

1. OH HAI ALL YOU PEOPLES, IT WAS GREAT HAVING YOU ABOOT FOR THE RPF CARNIVALE. WE ALL HAD A CHUPACABRA OF A GOOD TIME AND SOME GREAT SHIT CAME OUT OF IT. Over thirty pieces of RPF and I think John Barrowman was in all but one. WHAT. THE. FUCK. LAWL. The entry has a master list under the cut, if you want to peruse the titles for anything you might have missed.

Likewise, if you want to de-anon, drop me a note so I can change your name from "anon" to..uhm, your name. And if you end up posting the story elsewhere and would like me to link to that instead of your story on the thread, drop me a line at amandr at gmail dot com.

2. Being online all weekend has exhausted me. I'm typing this Saturday night so that I don't have to be online long Monday. I shall predict that in the future (now) we have hover cars and live off of a bagel byproduct.

3. And then, AND THEN--

blue_fjords has asked me some questions. ( You know how I love me some questions. )

I feel as if I have accomplished much. I cannot ask questions of you people, because I simply have nothing! So in lack of that, I present that poem thing meme, but with something much more comprehensible:

Again the old dream came to me:
'Twas May; the world was vernal;
We sat beneath the linden tree
And pledged a faith eternal.

Great love and a deathless oath we swore.
And that I might ne'er forget it,
With a passionate kiss and a thousand more
You took my hand and bit it.

Oh sweetheart with the lips that cling,
With eyes so clear and merry,
The oath was quite the proper thing
The bite, unnecessary !

--Heinrich Heine, Book of Songs

LAWL. Imma go clean my hovercar.

Current Mood: sick
Current Location: bleaugh
Current Music: ninja of the niiiiiiiiiiiiiight!

Hi all! Okay so

cruentum and I want to host an RPF version of

51stcenturyfox's porn battles, and we would like your input.

First, lemme post our rules, so that you get a basic idea of how it works:

1. At this point, this BATTLETHINGBAZAAR is Torchwood/Doctor Who centred. At least one of the individuals in your story/stories should be associated with either show. "Crossovers" are fine.
2. Stories may be RPF or RPS and may contain some or no sexual content.
3. The idea is to write comment-sized stories. Story length of 1 to 4 comments is fine (that's 0 - ca 2500 words). Alternatively, post the story to your LJ and link it here.
4. When posting, please use the subject line to indicate who the story involves (individuals' names or pairings) and if the story contains explicit sexual content or not.
5. WIP snippets are fine, but the story shouldn't be published earlier.
6. Anon commenting is turned on, IP logging is off
7. No bashing, no nastiness. Let's try to keep the themes and vibes of this positive (trusting your judgment here)
8. Pairing individuals with significant others is fine (for example, John/Scott). Pairing individuals with significant others that are not their own is fine (for example, Burn/Gemma). Making up individuals (ie. fans as long as not identifiable as a specific person in fandom) to pair them with someone is fine (for example, Naoko/fan).

So, with that in mind, we have a poll. Two, actually. If you are interested in reading/writing for the event, please take it and comment if you want:

[Poll #1516609]

Thanks everyone. I'll keep this open for about five days from the time the announcement pimping it gets to the

tw_rpf comm. [POLL WILL CLOSE ON FEB NINTH.]

Current Mood: artistic
Current Location: the double r diner
Current Music: buffy the vampire slayer

AMAND-R: Hi there!
INTERNETS: Amanda, where did you go this weekend?
AMAND-R: The Beer Festival!
INTERNETS: Was it good?
AMAND-R: I got wasted!
INTERNETS: Sounds like fun!
AMAND-R: It was, until I booted!
INTERNETS: Did you take pictures?
AMAND-R: Boy, did I!

( I should have known that if this unflattering picture was me sober, that I was going to be in for a rough evening. )

The lesson of the weekend is: do your voodoo sacrifices before you leave the house to go get wasted.

Current Mood: geeky
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: the electric company, 'words'

1. Amand-r's current internal soundtrack

2. There's a Torchwood/Doctor Who porn battle going on at

cyus's this weekend. The themes for the month are historical sex, tight spaces, and real!sex (which I call fail!sex). :D Go forth and porntificate. At the least read the yummy offerings and comment!

3. I'll be cleaning my house for the next week. Feel free to email me pictures of how fucking spotless I think all of your places are. I just naturally assume that you are all better, cleaner, prettier and better educated people than I am. It makes me want to clean the bathroom sink. It's a thing. Later I might cook something. Probably not.

4. Not thirty seconds after I woke this morning, my feet started to itch, on the ankles and the tops. I scratched for a while and then thought better of it, because that's just going to skin my feet, so I sat on the edge of the bathtub and washed them with soap and cold water, and that poof thing. And it didn't help all that much, and when I looked at them: hives. Everywhere. So I dried them off and slathered when with a hydrocortisone that is completely inappropriate for this thing and the kidlet and I went downstairs for breakfast.

Within thirty seconds of sitting down I had an itch on the back of my thigh and I scratched it absently. Then more and more, and then I realised that both my legs itched insanely. I went back upstairs, stripped down and started washing with cold water and the poof. The backs of my thighs are now covered in hives where I guarantee they hadn't been thirty seconds before that first itch.

The only thing I can think is that it's stress, which is laughable because I am a stay-at-home mom with no financial troubles. So in an effort to de-stress, I'mma let some things go. Some of those are online things, and for that, people who are about to be pissed at me, I am sorry. But I just can't sit here weeping and ripping my skin off.

Oh my god. It's intense. Fuck. It better not hit my arms. MY SCALP TINGLES. Fuck. I wish I was exaggerating this. I cannot sit still.

Current Mood: itchy
Current Location: the bathroom tub
Current Music: weeping

1. Pornsultant Bob is on Doctor Who Season 2:

Pornsultant Bob: K9 is really cute.
Amand-r: Oh Jesus. K-9. I read a Jack/K-9 somewhere.
Pornsultant Bob: That just seems unnecessary. Robotic Bestiality... Not my cup of tea.
Amand-r: Not when it's Jack. It's like it HAS TO BE DONE BECAUSE IT'S THERE.
Pornsultant Bob: Only for Organic Life. Kinda.
Amand-r: INTERSPECIES...ROBOTICA?
Pornsultant Bob: If Robotica is a legitimate form of porn, than so is an inflatable girlfriend.
Amand-r: YOU MEAN THEY AREN'T?
Pornsultant Bob: Not really.
Amand-r: Next you'll be telling me that there's no such thing as the donkey show.

2. Yesterday,

misswinterhill said that I was squee anthropomorphised, so feel free to think of me as that.

3. Thanks for the nice words yesterday, mah peepes (I spelled that Samuel Pepys style—YE OLD PEEPES.)

4. So last night

sthayashi, the delectable E, and another friend, we'll call him Clyde, came over for dinner and drinking. Clyde is not with our mad drinking skills, as you can see on the POST IT NOTE:

( But around beer three, the swords came out. )

5. I watched the Dead Like Me movie Friday night. I really really liked it. I mist be the only one. Thoughts later.

6. I have to get my fingers to work this morning. Right now they feel like they're made out of gummi worms. Fuck.

Current Mood: tired
Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER

Title: This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/TARDIS, Jack/Ianto
Timeline: Starts post-The Doctor Dances, wends through the rest of the season. All pre-Utopia.
Rating: NC-15? written for kink_bingo over on Dreamwidth. Kink: object penetration (sex toys worn under clothing)
A/N: Thanks to

angstslashhope for the ninja beta. I stolded some of her rewrites, so if it's good, it's probably hers.
Summary: A 4-part love story with…an accoutrement.

( My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I master my life. My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must fire my rifle true. I must shoot straighter than any enemy who is trying to kill me. I must shoot him before he shoots me. I will.... )

( And author/beta sequel spectulations-- )

I'm…I'm not announcing when I post kink fics. Should I? I mean, they're smutlets, so they're not long. I dunno if they even have plots. Well, sort of.

Current Location: not THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: the orkin man. everything smells a little bit like almonds

BACK FROM THE LAND OF DRUNK. DID YOU KNOW IT WAS RUN BY ELVES? WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME?

Okay, quick moment here before I actually write about shit that matters (or rather, does NOT matter). SOMEONE UP THERE IN SPACE/OTHER METAPHYSICAL LOCATION OF GOODNESS AND/OR MERCY, has decided that I have gotten enough shit in my life, and has lifted the three day hangover punishment that I have been inflicted with ever since

emquilxy made me that creamy cat when I was 20. I know, I know, it was probably the baby Jesus, punishing me for drinking underage, but ever since that moment, every time I have gotten drunk, I experience migraine vomit hell like you wouldn't believe for at least two days after.. IMAGINE PROJECTILE VOMITING AS R2-D2 DOES THE ELECTRIC SLIDE IN YOUR BRAIN WHILST DEEP THROATING A BLENDER. Yes. Well.

THE POINT IS that since the beginning of this year, I have...been drinking a great deal more. And getting drunk. And with the exception of one RWH, every morning I wake up fucking chipper and SO VERY MUCH NOT HUNGOVER. That's right, bitches! I paid my dues! ::shakey fist::

Srsly. Let me translate last night's post for you, so that you can see THE MADNESS. I'd like also to say that from a cold clinical standpoint, I knew EXACTLY what I wanted to say, and I knew how to spell it, but when I would be reaching for the W key, say, all I could do was stare in mock horror as my other hand hit the P key. There's only one conclusion I can reach regarding this:

I have an evil hand.

I'm trying to type this with my left hand, because I don't want to alarm the hand or anything, let it know that I'm on to it, but there's definitely something going on there. It gets twitchy. Sometimes it selects bad songs on my ipod, and sometimes I catch it calling 1-900 numbers on the cell phone outside of our budget evening minutes. I'm not sure what I should do about this, but I'm sure that if I emailed Christian Kane and asked him what he does to control his evil hand, he could tell me. OTOH, it's hard to tell, because I'm fairly sure that his evil hand was behind this. WTF, Christian? Iron Maiden? No. No no no no.

( Clarissa Explains It All! )

I have no idea what to do with the rest of the day. Hrm.

Current Location: THE HIDDEN BUNKER
Current Music: mcr, 'honey, this mirror isn't big enough for the two of us'

Title: Ante Up, Alley-oop
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Nine/Rose/Jack
Warnings: PG-13
Author's Notes: second submission for the kink_bingo challenge on Dreamwidth
Summary: Tales from the TARDIS stripper pole!

( TARDIS. Stripper. Pole. Those anon kink memes are crazy. )

( WTF SHOPPING MALL?? (cut for photos of O_o) )

A prostitute is paid to have sex with the person they're paid to have sex with. I was paid by UnicoOmniMedia

Title: The Education of Donna Noble
Author:

amand_r
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Characters: (alphabetically) Donna, Eleven, Gwen, Ianto, Jack, Jenny, Martha
Timeline: Almost immediately after Journey's End.
Author's Notes: Does anyone get out of this fandom without doing this theme? Also, for some reason, in my TW future, Ianto leads TW London. Dunno why, but every fic, there he is. Also, I stole terminology from Firefly. Also, I seem to have a love affair with Jenny.
Summary: They'd all made a pact. They'd never actually said anything concrete about it, just a quiet conversation that had contained a few sharp glances, nods, two pair of eyes locking into place like the slip of tumblers in a lock. Oh, and a load of Chinese take-away.

This had been written for

14valentines, but I was late. Here you go.

( The Education of Donna Noble )

Title: Call To Duty
Author:

amand_r
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Harriet Jones, Former Prime Minister, Mister Copper
Warnings: None. Sentimentalism.
Author's Notes: Awwww. I will always love you, Harriet.
Summary: She almost flashed her ID before she realised that she hadn't one. For a while she'd toyed with using her passport, but that seemed a bit much. Her fingers itched when she didn't have one, and she considered the fact that really, this was the first time in a long time that she had had the opportunity to introduce herself. Everyone, apparently took great delight in remarking on how much they knew her.

Written for the

14valentines challenge, today's theme being politics and voting.

( Call To Duty )

Title: Declension: a sound, a gun, a ruined thing
Author:

amand_r
Fandom: Doctor Who
Characters: Lucy Saxon, The Master (Harry Saxon)
Warnings: Violence. Literary snobbishness. Fictional reference to the Capponi Library from Hannibal. Information about Lucy studying Italian at St. Andrews is from the Dr Who wiki.
Author's Notes: I didn't feel bad for Lucy until I saw that black eye. I'm bad at writing domestic violence.
Summary: She hadn't meant to date Harry, not really, because he was a bit silly looking, but he'd given her white roses and a book of very poorly translated Giacomo da Lentini that she could have done without. It was a sign that he was trying. He was interested.

This was written for the

14valentines challenge. Today's issue is domestic violence.

( Declension: a sound, a gun, a ruined thing )

Title: Five children that weren't...and one that was
Author:

amand_r
Fandom: Doctor Who/Torchwood
Characters: Cast of thousands (but strangely, no Doctor)
Warnings: Uhm. Sad? Spoilers for everything to now, both shows.
Summary: Sometimes, for whatever reason, it just doesn't work out. And then there's at one time it does.

Written for Day four of the

14valentines thing, whose theme was Reproductive Rights and Motherhood. It should have been up last night, but I fell asleep on the floor in my kid's room. Another fic later today/tonight.

( Five children that weren't...and one that was )