Oh, lord, I so epically fail at updating this journal. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

Ok so those two things:

1. Because I'm finally finding the urge to write fic again, I've started a Tumblr for the Thingsverse. Shockingly, it can be found under thethingsverse . Thanks to ginamak, I actually posted a ficlet over there tonight, and it's possible little ( Read more... )

Title: Bar Night: An Alternate Take (or: The Dangers of Not Re-reading One’s Own Work)
Author: jlrpuck
Rating: K
Characters: Mickey, Jake, James, Penny, and Anna
Disclaimer: Characters from Doctor Who are the property of BBC, and are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Summary ( Read more... )

Title: The Way of Things, Chapter 33-The Flip Side
Rating: K
Disclaimer: Characters from Blackpool are the property of BBC, are are used with the greatest of love and respect; no profit is intended from the writing or sharing of this story.
Written for: justlook3
Prompt: Hehe, okay, the view from the other side, starting one moment after Pennington runs ( Read more... )

Not a ficlet, but exactly what the title implies. It's a combo offering--a timeline showing the order of the stories and ficlets in Peter and Rose's relationship (so I can keep track of where I am, writing-wise), and lists of links to the relevant chapters and stories.

I’ve had to break the post into two sections-it finally hit the max on posting ( Read more... )

 

It had been a month since Rose had left, her end of the case complete and London calling for her to return. The last of the Torchwood group were finishing up the paperwork for their end of the forensics in preparation for the case against Swinson, and were expected to leave any day. In the weeks since her departure, Rose had made several ‘official ( Read more... )

Rose finished signing her name with a flourish, and tossed the pen onto the table. The report was done, printed, approved-and all that was left was to send it to London later that afternoon. No word had yet come back on the password to the tech, but it was the only remaining question left unanswered in the dozens of pages in front of her.

She and ( Read more... )

In the end, finding Swinson was the easiest part of the entire endeavour-if driving in circles, playing hot and cold, for several hours as the evening turned into night could be called ‘easy.’

They had spent fruitless hours driving in and around Kendal, chasing down red herrings and old traces, dutifully calling to check in every hour. The time ( Read more... )

The paperwork monster had been relatively slayed by mid-afternoon-helped largely by the fact that they ordered in lunch--and Rose decided it was finally time to make good on her promise of a ‘field trip’ for her team. Peter and Penington had gone missing--she vaguely recalled Peter saying they were going to do something related to the warrant- ( Read more... )

Peter was pulled from a pleasant dream--involving him, Rose, and a bathtub-by the trill of his phone. The clock read two forty-three, and he snatched the offending electronic off his nightstand before quietly growling into it, “Carlisle.”

Rose shifted next to him, and he felt his stomach drop at the thought that she’d not get a solid sleep that ( Read more... )