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Apr. 28th, 2006
Doctor Who Fic - Fly in amber
Apr. 28th, 2006 05:39 amMucha smoochies to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
uktechgirl for brutal honesty and a month long fanwank on this and that and gingerminxings that produced this (amongst a couple of other ideas)
Yup, Turlough doing nasty things to the Doctor under the control of the Black Guardian.
Title: Fly in Amber
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
taleya
Rating: PG
Pairing: Turlough / Fifth. In a fashion.
Warning: Dark as hell. AU.
( Images... )
uktechgirl for brutal honesty and a month long fanwank on this and that and gingerminxings that produced this (amongst a couple of other ideas)Yup, Turlough doing nasty things to the Doctor under the control of the Black Guardian.
Title: Fly in Amber
Author:
taleyaRating: PG
Pairing: Turlough / Fifth. In a fashion.
Warning: Dark as hell. AU.
( Images... )
Doctor Who Fic - Fly in amber
Apr. 28th, 2006 05:39 amMucha smoochies to uktechgirl for brutal honesty and a month long fanwank on this and that and gingerminxings that produced this (amongst a couple of other ideas)
Yup, Turlough doing nasty things to the Doctor under the control of the Black Guardian.
Title: Fly in Amber
Author:taleya
Rating: PG
Pairing: Turlough / Fifth. In a fashion.
Warning: Dark as hell. AU.
( Images... )
uktechgirl for brutal honesty and a month long fanwank on this and that and gingerminxings that produced this (amongst a couple of other ideas)Yup, Turlough doing nasty things to the Doctor under the control of the Black Guardian.
Title: Fly in Amber
Author:
taleyaRating: PG
Pairing: Turlough / Fifth. In a fashion.
Warning: Dark as hell. AU.
( Images... )
Much happier now
Apr. 28th, 2006 11:24 amAnd yes, I've been a bit of an arse of late. Apologies to one and all. Fun and games and arseholes at work, arseholes at home, arseholes at the Dawn Service - arseholes, Arseholes EVERYWHERE! Why should I buck the trend?
Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....
And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.
So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!
Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*
Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.
And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.
I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D
Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable
/rant
- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.
After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...
Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....
And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.
So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!
Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*
Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.
And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.
I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D
Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable
/rant
- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.
After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...
Much happier now
Apr. 28th, 2006 11:24 amAnd yes, I've been a bit of an arse of late. Apologies to one and all. Fun and games and arseholes at work, arseholes at home, arseholes at the Dawn Service - arseholes, Arseholes EVERYWHERE! Why should I buck the trend?
Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....
And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.
So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!
Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*
Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.
And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.
I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D
Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable
/rant
- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.
After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...
Work has been niggly of late. Last night was a prime example - Did my usual mad chewing through workload, plus taking care of ten pcs on the desk that needed RISing, or program installs, or shifting, or to be looked at and threatened with a screwdriver, then around three AM had some spare time. Takin' time out, I decided to break down three boxen that needed to be cycled for spare parts and have been for three weeks (which apparently none of the other fucking five NSRs are capable of doing) completely took them apart, swiped everything that wasn't nailed down, tested, catalogued and stored as spares....
And turned back to find out that during that time fucking two thousand abuse tickets had come in.
So yeah. No lunch for leyas...but I got it all fucking done! HA!
Co-worker decided to be an arse at me, but found out that passive aggressive silent treatment is really not the best way to try and make me feel bad. Especially since I have a nasty habit of going up to people and saying outright "Mind telling me why you're being such an arse?" *smirk*
Much better moody now. Sorted some bank faffs that had to be done, nabbed a mothers day present to get that off my back, and they had rat food at Glen Waverley! Real rat food, the stuff the ladies like - and dear christ they were not shy in the slightest about letting me know the emergency stash I had for them was not acceptable in the slightest. (Pets Paradise ran out of their usual mix two months ago. I ran out of my last bag of their real food two weeks ago) So I nabbed four bags, and instead of the usual 'one for emergencies' I'm upping it to two.
And ...it looks like my much vaunted pay rise will be going through. Just waiting on the last of the paperwork. And not a piddly little 50c one either - looking at a $3 p/h payrise.
I feel a big finish subscription coming on :D
Going to slaughter the housework, as once again my attempts to hint, prod, and outright scream that leaving a fucking pot of gravy in the loungeroom until it not only moulders, but the mould EATS THE FUCKING GRAVY AND IS NOW A DRIED PATTY CAKE OF GREEN ON THE TABLE is not acceptable
/rant
- have completely and utterly failed. Common areas only, lounge is her domain, she can fucking wake up with it eating her face next time she falls asleep on the couch.
After all that, hopefully I'll be able to get some decent sleep...