FIC: And in Their Rucksacks Were Hobnobs (How Fucking Psyched Were They)

[blue_fjords]

Title: And in Their Rucksacks Were Hobnobs (How Fucking Psyched Were They) -- scenes from an unfinished story
Author: blue_fjords
Rating: PG-13? PG? there was sex, but it may not have made the cut
Characters: Owen, Jack, Ianto, Gwen, Tosh, Rhys, Janet
Disclaimer: I own nothing.

A/N: So. Back in August I started writing a space opera for amand_r's birthday

Comments

[temporal_witch]

It's truly tragic that so much of this was lost - how I'd have loved to read this tale in full! You write so beautifully, and I love your characterisation and voicing. *tears at hair and smears on ashes*

These snippets are amazing, hon! I've missed your fic. This is a wonderful 'snack', if you will, to hold me over until next time. ♥

[blue_fjords]

Thanks so much! I was SO devastated to lose it. :(

[amand_r]

She ignored him, and started humming a tune that sounded suspiciously like “Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover” as performed by the world-renowned songstress Sophie B. Hawkins.

YOU UNDERSTAND JANET.

“You’re a charmer, Owen Harper.” Jack pushed off from the railing. “See what I did there? That kind of rhymed.”

“No more rhymes now, I mean it,” Owen supplied.

“Anybody got a peanut?” Jack clapped him on the back.

YOU ARE MY GOD.

[blue_fjords]

Damn, I so wish I could have finished this! Maybe some day it will get resurrected. I AM glad you enjoyed the Janet and the Princess Bride. You, my dear, are awesomesauce on toast.

[sqyd]

I like it! Maybe you could just start over?

[blue_fjords]

Well, maybe some day. In a few years. :)

[jedirita]

GAH! *clutches heart* It's so soul-wrenchingly horrible to lose something you've written. I once left a notebook (this was back in the ancient days when people wrote their stories on paper) on the airplane. It had the longest story I had ever written up to that point in my life. It was years before the psychological scars healed.

That said, this story is great. A real ship! Or something. I love how Jack and Owen are so totally getting off on piloting a real pirate ship.

Janet's poetry is just lovely. And Rhys is so wonderfully Rhys! And hey - you even got in that feminist thing about women in movies talking about something other than men. I forget what it's called.

Bumtuck. *snerk*

[blue_fjords]

Awwww! So sorry about your notebook! I commiserate.

I am very glad you liked it, and I would have liked to finish it. And hee, you caught the reference to the Bechdel Test (the thing about women in movies talking about something other than men).

Yeah. Bumtuck. :)

[rose71]

The best thing ever! Let us not mourn what is lost, but celebrate what remains... including WEEVIL POETRY!

I have to say it again in all caps...

WEEVIL POETRY!

I love the whole thing (especially the Bechdel test-passing conversation), but I am awestruck by Janet's poem--each line is just so subtly, perfectly wrong in the way the language fits (or doesn't fit) with the other lines. This is going straight to memories.

[blue_fjords]

HAHAHAHAHA! So glad you liked Janet's lovely poetry! She worked very hard at it. :)

(Yeah, I had to put in a Bechdel moment. At least one!)