I haven’t been around lately, but I just wanted to drop in and say I am so embarrassed for you right now.
Good luck,
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tavven.Mood:: 
embarrassed
embarrassedMusic/TV:: "Pregnancy: My Big Decision"--BBC iPlayer
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tavven
not a joke, not a dork, not a failure
We passed upon the stairs; we spoke of was and when. Although I wasn't there, he said I was his friend, which came as a surprise. I spoke into his eyes, I thought you died alone, a long long time ago.
'The Man Who Sold The World' by David Bowie
27 July 2009 @ 12:56 am
I haven’t been around lately, but I just wanted to drop in and say I am so embarrassed for you right now.
Good luck,
tavven.28 February 2009 @ 11:26 pm
I have been a FURIOUS mood all week because I failed all my exams, and I didn't sleep for three nights, and and I was LJ-less, and I didn't watch any TV, and then I was questioned by police, and, also, my hair looks like something died and was shat back up again. It got a bit too much for me. This was my face:
BUT! Do not worry! I is okay today. You can stop trying to hug me now.
(Seriously. Get off.)
On a completely random, off-topic, inconsequential note, THIS made me LOL so much. James Marsters' Marstersclass!: "How I Became Spike And Got Laid". Only £130. Bargain. Oh, and bonus Gareth, but looking down the list, it's all "autograph with JAMES", "photoshoot with JAMES", "Q&A with JAMES" and let's not forget, "The Ultimate JAMES Marsters Quiz (no Gareth)". I suspect Gareth is just meant to stand in the background looking pretty.
Poor Gareth. That's all he's ever used for.
BUT! Do not worry! I is okay today. You can stop trying to hug me now.
(Seriously. Get off.)
On a completely random, off-topic, inconsequential note, THIS made me LOL so much. James Marsters' Marstersclass!: "How I Became Spike And Got Laid". Only £130. Bargain. Oh, and bonus Gareth, but looking down the list, it's all "autograph with JAMES", "photoshoot with JAMES", "Q&A with JAMES" and let's not forget, "The Ultimate JAMES Marsters Quiz (no Gareth)". I suspect Gareth is just meant to stand in the background looking pretty.
Poor Gareth. That's all he's ever used for.
Mood:: 
okay
okay18 February 2009 @ 04:50 pm
TODAY IS OLIVER! DAY.
But who on earth is Tamsin Carroll? Why is one of Cameron Mackintosh's protégés playing Nancy? Shouldn't the understudy role be given to one of the "I'd, Like, Totally Do Anything" runner-uppers? Like... like... erm... thingie! Her! The one with the breasts! YOU KNOW WHO I MEAN.
There's a small chance I wasn't really paying attention during that show.
Mood:: 
excited
excited16 February 2009 @ 08:47 am
14 February 2009 @ 05:18 pm
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Genre: Humour/Romance/Innuendo.
Music: "The Power Of Love" by Huey Lewis & the News.
Length/Size: 3.5mins/38MB.
Spoilers: Includes THAT blink-and-you'll-miss-it shot from the 'Children Of Earth' trailer.
Summary: Ianto fancies Jack. Ianto doesn't want to fancy Jack. Ianto tries to resist Jack. Ianto fails.
( And, finally, my good ol' buddy YouTube. Embedded, naturally. )
Mood:: 
mischievous
mischievous02 February 2009 @ 12:37 am
Despite despondent expectations to the contrary, WE GOT TIGHTS at the Robin Hood matinée. (Though not at the evening performance -- Barrowman'd found his clingy velvet trousers by then. Woe.)
Considering it's the closest I am ever getting to gazing upon Barrowman's package -- you know, in the event I don't magically become a gay man -- it was rather momentous for me. I nearly cried. But then I remembered how I have a heart of ice, and even tights that bright green can't melt it.
( And the fate of the tights? They're going to be auctioned off on eBay to raise money for some doggy charity thing. No, I am not kidding. Yes, there ARE people dead-set on having those tights. Yes, the winning bid is going to be so obscene your breasts will explode. Can I offer you a mop? )
Right, well, I think I've sufficiently overdosed on Barrowman now. I won't be gazing at his finely-chiselled features until May, so I have plenty of recovery time before the next crack relapse.
Up next: The Hub 2. I know nothing about it. I don't know what's happening, who's coming, or why I'm going. All I have is a scrappy receipt in my pocket, and a half-assed room confirmation in my inbox. Sheesh.
Considering it's the closest I am ever getting to gazing upon Barrowman's package -- you know, in the event I don't magically become a gay man -- it was rather momentous for me. I nearly cried. But then I remembered how I have a heart of ice, and even tights that bright green can't melt it.
Right, well, I think I've sufficiently overdosed on Barrowman now. I won't be gazing at his finely-chiselled features until May, so I have plenty of recovery time before the next crack relapse.
Up next: The Hub 2. I know nothing about it. I don't know what's happening, who's coming, or why I'm going. All I have is a scrappy receipt in my pocket, and a half-assed room confirmation in my inbox. Sheesh.
Mood:: jubilant
jubilant27 December 2008 @ 01:10 pm
THE CAMP PANTO:
Go. See. Robin Hood. Now.
And I don't care about your excuses. I don't care if you've got too much work, or you've got no money, or you live in Outer Mongolia, or you've got sixteen starving children and a ravenous budgerigar, all of whom depend on you alone to provide the very basics for survival. Take a couple of hours out of your busy, busy, busy life and GO SEE ROBIN HOOD AT THE BIRMINGHAM HIPPODROME.
I was indescribably ill when I went to see it myself (i.e., I spent the interval throwing up in the ladies' loo -- ergh), yet it still somehow managed to be the BEST CHRISTMAS EVE EVER. It was way, way better than the saccharine shit-o-mimes I saw as a child at the Oxford Playhouse, and now I am so going again, in the hopes I can at least enjoy it without the world turning black and squiggly midway through.
THE NEXT DOCTOR:
Pretty much what I demand from a Doctor Who Christmas Special. Christmassy, without stuffing the Christmas down your throat, and funny, with a healthy dose of slash, slapstick and sentimentality. Though, I think we now know why Tennant's back has pretty much disintegrated.
THE MAD UNCLE:
Obligatory annual visit to Uncle Crazy in his scary mansion plus rabid cave canem. Throughout the evening, he asked me the following bizarre questions:
And I don't care about your excuses. I don't care if you've got too much work, or you've got no money, or you live in Outer Mongolia, or you've got sixteen starving children and a ravenous budgerigar, all of whom depend on you alone to provide the very basics for survival. Take a couple of hours out of your busy, busy, busy life and GO SEE ROBIN HOOD AT THE BIRMINGHAM HIPPODROME.
I was indescribably ill when I went to see it myself (i.e., I spent the interval throwing up in the ladies' loo -- ergh), yet it still somehow managed to be the BEST CHRISTMAS EVE EVER. It was way, way better than the saccharine shit-o-mimes I saw as a child at the Oxford Playhouse, and now I am so going again, in the hopes I can at least enjoy it without the world turning black and squiggly midway through.
THE NEXT DOCTOR:
Pretty much what I demand from a Doctor Who Christmas Special. Christmassy, without stuffing the Christmas down your throat, and funny, with a healthy dose of slash, slapstick and sentimentality. Though, I think we now know why Tennant's back has pretty much disintegrated.
THE MAD UNCLE:
Obligatory annual visit to Uncle Crazy in his scary mansion plus rabid cave canem. Throughout the evening, he asked me the following bizarre questions:
- "Do you have an identical twin sister?"
- "Are you planning on applying to the Royal School of Ballet?"
- "Why do the actors in Mary Poppins have dirty faces?"
- "When are you going to buy me a Bentley?"
- "You do hate Andrew Lloyd Webber, don't you?"
- "Why does your father look like the Michelin Man?"
- "What is the point in driving under ninety miles an hour?"
- "If you ever find a boy who stays with you longer than five minutes, will you bring him round to my palace so I can check he hasn't got any parts missing?"
Mood:: 
contemplative
contemplative23 December 2008 @ 03:20 am
confused20 November 2008 @ 06:42 pm
I am amazed. Astounded. Shocked to the very core. Never has this happened before in my life. (Except that one time it did a while back, but that is so NOT THE FUCKING POINT.)
Barrowman is actually coming to Oxford and SINGING... SOMETHING VERY PRETTY at the New Theatre on May 16th 2009. That means, children, in order to gaze upon His Gayness, I don't have to go halfway across the bloody country. This makes me tremendously happy for a number of reasons, but the first being that I am a lazy bugger and Oxford is just so convenient for me. Because I, you know, live there.
Now if only I could listen to his sing-a-ling-lings without cracking up in a way that's embarrassing, alarming and plain bizarre.
Barrowman is actually coming to Oxford and SINGING... SOMETHING VERY PRETTY at the New Theatre on May 16th 2009. That means, children, in order to gaze upon His Gayness, I don't have to go halfway across the bloody country. This makes me tremendously happy for a number of reasons, but the first being that I am a lazy bugger and Oxford is just so convenient for me. Because I, you know, live there.
Now if only I could listen to his sing-a-ling-lings without cracking up in a way that's embarrassing, alarming and plain bizarre.
Mood:: enthralled
15 November 2008 @ 08:16 pm
09 November 2008 @ 08:55 pm
Anyone remember that Torchwood convention which happened, like, a month ago? Known as “The Hub”? Yeah, well, I am proud to be the FIRST PERSON EVER to post pictures from it. Here you go. Do what you want with them. Go wild. Go fucking nuts.
(Yes, they are shitty. Yes, they’re despairingly un-watermarked. No, they don’t include any of those pictures. Yes, they do start at the end and go backwards, but only because I am wacky like that and so not because I had no idea to put them in the correct order. Yes, the small ones happen to be of Barrowman, and the larger ones happen to be of Gareth. No, I am not insinuating anything.)
So, anyway, I finally remember to install Photoshop on my new laptop. I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon playing around with it, and after my failed attempt at an emo!boy Torchwood/Star Wars crossover, for absolutely no reason at all, I came up with THIS:
( Anyone remember that TV show which happened, like, five years ago? Known as ‘Angel?’ )
(Yes, they are shitty. Yes, they’re despairingly un-watermarked. No, they don’t include any of those pictures. Yes, they do start at the end and go backwards, but only because I am wacky like that and so not because I had no idea to put them in the correct order. Yes, the small ones happen to be of Barrowman, and the larger ones happen to be of Gareth. No, I am not insinuating anything.)
So, anyway, I finally remember to install Photoshop on my new laptop. I spent a lovely Sunday afternoon playing around with it, and after my failed attempt at an emo!boy Torchwood/Star Wars crossover, for absolutely no reason at all, I came up with THIS:
15 October 2008 @ 09:30 pm
tavven is mildly disgruntled. HOW IS IT ONLY WEDNESADAY? WHY IS THIS WEEK TAKING SO LONG TO HAPPEN? WHAT HIGHER POWER DECIDED IT WOULD BE FUN TO SLOW DOWN TIME AND MAKE EVERY SINGLE SECOND LAST FIVE STINKING HOURS INSTEAD? WHY AM I ONLY USING CAPS LOCKS TO TYPE THIS POST? WHY AM I NOT SWITCHING TO A FAR MORE PLEASANT LOWERCASE? IT'S GETTING ON MY FUCKING NERVES.
Also, dear teachers, I love you to the very depths of my impatient soul, but why can't you understand that homework is completely irrelevant and superfluous to me right now? Please stop giving me more. I'm still not going to do it.
Also, dear teachers, I love you to the very depths of my impatient soul, but why can't you understand that homework is completely irrelevant and superfluous to me right now? Please stop giving me more. I'm still not going to do it.
Mood:: 
aggravated
aggravated06 October 2008 @ 04:37 am
WHAT?! WHAT THEMED PARTIES AT THE HUB?! WHAT THEMED PARTIES WHERE YOU HAVE TO DRESS UP?! WHEN DID THAT HAPPEN?! HOW AM I ONLY REALISING THIS AT 4AM IN OCTOBER WHEN I BOUGHT THE GODDAMN TICKETS IN MAY?! WHAT'S GOING ON?!?!
Also, six months later since The Rift, I have finally discovered the significance of the 'Bam Bam' song that Gareth David-Lloyd spontaneously launched into. That song where he went "Everyone knows Bam Bam, yeah?". That song where everyone in the seats around me nodded and happily bopped along. That song where I just sat there looking rather confused. That song is - shock horror - by. his. own. frigging. band.
(Going off on a tangent here, I could swear on my Aunt Margaret's life that his band used to be called something different. It was so not Blue Gillespie. It was something to do with blue dragons. Or some kind of fire. Or some kind of blue... fire-breathing... thing.)
Oh, god. I am the most twattish twat that ever walked on this twatty earth of twattling twats. Excuse my French.
Also, six months later since The Rift, I have finally discovered the significance of the 'Bam Bam' song that Gareth David-Lloyd spontaneously launched into. That song where he went "Everyone knows Bam Bam, yeah?". That song where everyone in the seats around me nodded and happily bopped along. That song where I just sat there looking rather confused. That song is - shock horror - by. his. own. frigging. band.
(Going off on a tangent here, I could swear on my Aunt Margaret's life that his band used to be called something different. It was so not Blue Gillespie. It was something to do with blue dragons. Or some kind of fire. Or some kind of blue... fire-breathing... thing.)
Oh, god. I am the most twattish twat that ever walked on this twatty earth of twattling twats. Excuse my French.
Mood:: 
crappy
crappy21 September 2008 @ 10:06 pm
Got round to watching that Doctor Who-replacement show: Merlin.
Yes, well, er...
It's pretty much as I suspected: a cross-over between Lord Of The Rings (which I love) and Robin Hood (which I hate). As for how I feel about Merlin itself... well, I am pretty emotionless about it at the moment (ooh, what a surprise). There wasn't the "oh wowie!" factor that I get with some TV shows, but there also wasn't the "that steaming pile of shit made me want to terribly brutally stab my eyes with a serregated knife" factor. Which is good news for my eyesight. I suppose the show could go either way from here on out.
( Warning -- SPOILERZ for Merlin: The Dragon's Call. )
Yes, well, er...
It's pretty much as I suspected: a cross-over between Lord Of The Rings (which I love) and Robin Hood (which I hate). As for how I feel about Merlin itself... well, I am pretty emotionless about it at the moment (ooh, what a surprise). There wasn't the "oh wowie!" factor that I get with some TV shows, but there also wasn't the "that steaming pile of shit made me want to terribly brutally stab my eyes with a serregated knife" factor. Which is good news for my eyesight. I suppose the show could go either way from here on out.
Mood:: nostalgic
nostalgic18 September 2008 @ 10:08 pm
*blows dust off journal*
Jesus Christ, I haven't touched this thing in months.
I spent a lovely eight weeks of the summer holidays whizzing round the States with the twins on my Grande Olde Tour of America. (God, I love Americans. They're unbelievably nice. Yeah, sure, there is the odd stranger in Tennessee who will randomly come up to you and tell you that you're going to HELL for Reasons 1, 2 and 3, but I just assume they're having a laugh.)
So, apart from a few thirty-second glances at me flist every now and then, I have literally NO IDEA what's been happening in the Torchwood fandom since... er... June. This is very upsetting. I cry at the thought of missing out on life-changingly important information. What's been happening? Shiny new guest stars announced yet? Series renewed until 2016? Joss Whedon taking over as showrunner? People moaning again that Ianto is a Mary Sue? And has John Barrowman finally come out of the closet?
ANYWAY. It's The Hub Convention Thing in a month. I think it's time to start getting a little excited about it.
I bought the ticket ages ago, then completely forgot about it, until I received the registration thingie in the post. That was brilliant, getting that. I loved especially the way it came with instructions on the back on how to restrain ourselves from fondling the guests.
Still unsure about what the whole shindig involves -- (note to self: must do research!) -- but I'm completely over the moon about the guest list. Naoko Mori is going to be there. Kai Owen is going to be there. Gareth, as I discovered on Saturday fromblackbird_song, is going to be there. Random Weevil Guy is going to be there. (And also that other bloke. The one on the telly. You know, Andrew Lloyd Webber's "special friend".)
Jesus Christ, I haven't touched this thing in months.
I spent a lovely eight weeks of the summer holidays whizzing round the States with the twins on my Grande Olde Tour of America. (God, I love Americans. They're unbelievably nice. Yeah, sure, there is the odd stranger in Tennessee who will randomly come up to you and tell you that you're going to HELL for Reasons 1, 2 and 3, but I just assume they're having a laugh.)
So, apart from a few thirty-second glances at me flist every now and then, I have literally NO IDEA what's been happening in the Torchwood fandom since... er... June. This is very upsetting. I cry at the thought of missing out on life-changingly important information. What's been happening? Shiny new guest stars announced yet? Series renewed until 2016? Joss Whedon taking over as showrunner? People moaning again that Ianto is a Mary Sue? And has John Barrowman finally come out of the closet?
ANYWAY. It's The Hub Convention Thing in a month. I think it's time to start getting a little excited about it.
I bought the ticket ages ago, then completely forgot about it, until I received the registration thingie in the post. That was brilliant, getting that. I loved especially the way it came with instructions on the back on how to restrain ourselves from fondling the guests.
Still unsure about what the whole shindig involves -- (note to self: must do research!) -- but I'm completely over the moon about the guest list. Naoko Mori is going to be there. Kai Owen is going to be there. Gareth, as I discovered on Saturday from
blackbird_song, is going to be there. Random Weevil Guy is going to be there. (And also that other bloke. The one on the telly. You know, Andrew Lloyd Webber's "special friend".)Mood:: good
good28 May 2008 @ 02:45 pm
Does anyone else get a total kick out of it when MS Word keeps trying to auto-correct 'Harkness' into 'Hardness'?
I was skimming through a fic, and in the middle of one those ULTRA-SERIOUS MOMENTS, when everybody is going to DIE a very, very SLOW and PAINFUL death from WEEVIL HERPES, Word had suddenly worked it's brilliant magic so it looked something like:
Bad Microsoft. No biscuit.
*Truly worthy of capitalisation.
02 May 2008 @ 07:21 am
All good explanations for the insane postings that appear in LJs invariably begin with the words: "I was bored, so..." *insert spam/crack/porn/random thoughts/lists that go on FOREVER*
However, MY explanation is completely and utterly— yeah, no, mine is no different.
I was bored, so I started thinking seriously about life.
BAD COMBINATION, HONEY-BUN.
27 April 2008 @ 02:39 pm
In a nutshell, The Rift was frickin' fantastic.
James Marsters, Eve Myles, Gareth David-Lloyd, Kai Owen, and the writers were absolutely wonderful, everyone giving it their all.
I've tried to write down everything I remember, but obviously, I couldn't give you the exact transcription of all the Q&As, because, depressingly, my brain isn't an audio recorder. So, a lot of the answers to the questions asked are paraphrased, but I hope you can get the general gist of it.
Apologies if I've mis-remembered gross details.
04 April 2008 @ 01:02 pm
Title: Right & Wrong, a.k.a.: 'Five Reasons Why Captain Jack Harkness Is Possibly The Worst Bloke In The Universe That Ianto Could Have Chosen To Hook Up With (And One Reason Why He's Damn Brilliant)'
Author:tavven
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: R.
Word Count: 3,500.
Spoilers: No spoilers for Series 2.
Notes: A tad more light-hearted than I usually write.
Summary: The sex is a-ma-zing. It's the other stuff that makes Ianto wonder precisely why he is shagging his boss.
( Reason One: Gwen is always wanting to discuss his feelings about Jack. No one else. Just Jack. )
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Author:
tavvenPairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: R.
Word Count: 3,500.
Spoilers: No spoilers for Series 2.
Notes: A tad more light-hearted than I usually write.
Summary: The sex is a-ma-zing. It's the other stuff that makes Ianto wonder precisely why he is shagging his boss.
02 April 2008 @ 06:12 pm
Title: Reverie.
Author:tavven
Pairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: R.
Word Count: ~4,000.
Notes: Jack's POV. One-shot.
Warnings: Dark. Angst. Potentially weird.
Disclaimer: The characters are very not mine. Some lines (shamelessly ripped from Blake, Catullus, Orwell and Alfred Noyes) are also very not mine.
Spoilers: Up to 'Adam' (2x05).
Summary: Jack doesn't know what he wants, but he knows he needs to find Ianto after the sun has gone down.
( 'There is nothing like a dream to create the future.' )
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Author:
tavvenPairing: Jack/Ianto.
Rating: R.
Word Count: ~4,000.
Notes: Jack's POV. One-shot.
Warnings: Dark. Angst. Potentially weird.
Disclaimer: The characters are very not mine. Some lines (shamelessly ripped from Blake, Catullus, Orwell and Alfred Noyes) are also very not mine.
Spoilers: Up to 'Adam' (2x05).
Summary: Jack doesn't know what he wants, but he knows he needs to find Ianto after the sun has gone down.