Torchwood rec:
Dec. 18th, 2008 08:26 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clo_againMy boss gave us each a bottle of wine today (this totally has relevance to the title, I promise). Eight months that I've worked there and she doesn't know that I hate wine, which is somewhat depressing but pretty much what I've come to expect... but that's another story. Anyway, it made me wonder if my boss in Waterstone's gave us any Christmas/thank you presents that I'd forgotten; I went back to my January LJ entries to check (she didn't) and instead found a link to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ninjasnano and a six-part Torchwood fic. It was locked just to me so clearly I'd found it one day, either by rec or fic trawling, I don't know and stuck it there to remind myself to go read it when I had time. The post was just the link, no explanation. And I must've forgotten to go back to it, because as far as I can remember (I'm usually pretty good when it comes to fic, even if it's just insignificant details that stick in my head) I never read it.
And that sucks, because it's fantastic. Bitter but really fantastic.
Kingdom of Air bylookninjas (link to final post with all previous links; start with the prologue obv.), a Ianto-POV fic set around the end of series three of Doctor Who. The Torchwood team got a throwaway line on the show I think, in the grand tradition of 'Who's handwavey-dismissal of everything they can't be bothered to explain but this, this is what happened or might've happened or should've. And it's amazingly well written and researched in the way that makes words like crampons and places in Nepal seem natural rather than dropped in for effect, while Ianto looks after everyone and I remember why I really should read more Torchwood fic because done well, this show can be awesome.
I really really loved this as backstory for what the TW team went through while Jack was off being pointless in Doctor Who (to the point where I printed the second half out to read on the bus on the way home and was so engrossed that I would've missed my stop if my mother hadn't called me). I wish it hadn't taken me almost a year to go back to it.
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Today one of the supervisors at work called me a liar. A liar or lazy or just incompetent, or all three; it was implied but blatently so. I didn't tell him where to go jump under a bus because really, they are so not worth the time or effort. However, if he happens to call me on my last day in just over a month... I make no promises.
Bah. Asshole. I do my lousy job properly, thanks very much.
ninjasnano and a six-part Torchwood fic. It was locked just to me so clearly I'd found it one day, either by rec or fic trawling, I don't know and stuck it there to remind myself to go read it when I had time. The post was just the link, no explanation. And I must've forgotten to go back to it, because as far as I can remember (I'm usually pretty good when it comes to fic, even if it's just insignificant details that stick in my head) I never read it.And that sucks, because it's fantastic. Bitter but really fantastic.
Kingdom of Air by
lookninjas (link to final post with all previous links; start with the prologue obv.), a Ianto-POV fic set around the end of series three of Doctor Who. The Torchwood team got a throwaway line on the show I think, in the grand tradition of 'Who's handwavey-dismissal of everything they can't be bothered to explain but this, this is what happened or might've happened or should've. And it's amazingly well written and researched in the way that makes words like crampons and places in Nepal seem natural rather than dropped in for effect, while Ianto looks after everyone and I remember why I really should read more Torchwood fic because done well, this show can be awesome.I really really loved this as backstory for what the TW team went through while Jack was off being pointless in Doctor Who (to the point where I printed the second half out to read on the bus on the way home and was so engrossed that I would've missed my stop if my mother hadn't called me). I wish it hadn't taken me almost a year to go back to it.
~
Today one of the supervisors at work called me a liar. A liar or lazy or just incompetent, or all three; it was implied but blatently so. I didn't tell him where to go jump under a bus because really, they are so not worth the time or effort. However, if he happens to call me on my last day in just over a month... I make no promises.
Bah. Asshole. I do my lousy job properly, thanks very much.
