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In a bit of crazy crossover madness, I realised a while ago that the first place I ever saw Bryan Dick was in Blackpool, where he played a young DC to a detective played by a Mr David Tennant. Proof if ever we needed it that Jack is not over the Doctor.

I also went to see Jumper yesterday. It's a great film. And not about the exciting adventures of a winter clothes range, as you might think. Their teleporting was way better than Hiro's, I'm sad to say. I could have done with an ending that was slightly less obviously setting up for a sequel (the bit where it was just going to be sort of open was fine), and with the female characters doing a bit more, but on the whole I really enjoyed it. Even if they did pick young actors that looked NOTHING LIKE their older actors. But yes, rah.

The plan for this weekend is mostly to tidy the flat, which does need doing. I'm planning to change the sheets, which is no mean feat when your bed is about 8 ft in the air. But anyway. We shall see. It would be nice to get my chair and the rest of my sofa back.


Mostly however, having recently seen some rather bizarre views on mpreg, I'd like to declare this an mpreg amnesty post. Because mpreg is great, and fandom is rubbish over it. If you've ever written any mpreg, and posted it or didn't post it, you can post it here. Or ever wanted to write any for a fandom. Post snippets or drabbles, or ideas or requests. Anonymously or not, IP logging will be off. It can be anonympreg. Because mpreg? Is great. Pretty much all the time.

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Date: 2008-02-15 10:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girlofprey.livejournal.com
The first time he ever threw up on a ship, he knew something was wrong.

Then it was only a matter of watching for other signs, and then eventually, for the other signs. Suddenly rum was more of a comfort to him than it had ever been.

He was halfway through a bottle one night, and throwing it back up, when he finally heard it. A gentle, rushing sort of laughter.

Like mother's milk.

He leaned back against the wall of the cabin. Of course, he'd sort of known.

"Calypso. What have you done?"

Call it a gift, Jack, a parting gift from me.

"A gift or a curse?"

As you were to me.

He closed his eyes, and just leaned back against the solid, rocking wood, braids half-askew over his face.

Give my love to Hector. I can see he's already had yours.

And then the faint, rushing laughter again, and then silence. He raised the rum bottle to his lips again.
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Date: 2008-02-15 11:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] girlofprey.livejournal.com
If anyone ever threatened the kid, I imagine no power on the earth could stop the stabbing. And he could bring them back trinkets from each of his hauls. Jack would of course probably have to stop with the acrobatic fights and just start shooting the bastards instead, at least for a little while. I do wonder what his father would say about it all though.
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