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donutsweeper) wrote2007-11-20 11:02 am
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A Pair of Jacks, reposted
After much deliberation I am reposting the drabble that caused all the ruckus, unaltered (except for punctuation corrections, thanks
unfeathered); I'm even including the original author's note. I'm the first to admit the premise is a bit cracked, even for me, but after the Doctor's line in Utopia, I didn't think that it was too out there. I understand that it's not something everyone will be comfortable with, but I guess I hadn't quite expected how vehement the opposition to it might be. I am not going to disable comments, but request that no one send me emails or make comments about the questionable nature of my choice of subject matter, my morals or the state of my soul.
I appreciate the comments and emails of support I received from my LJ friends as a result chaos, you guys are truly amazing. The funny thing about all this is, that after rereading it so many times I still don't mind the premise, but feel that it's a tad clunky and just doesn't flow the way a drabble should.
Title: A Pair of Jacks
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack/Jack, none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen presses the wrong button...
Author's Note: My apologies and an extreme crack!fic and 'no liquids allowed while reading' warning
I appreciate the comments and emails of support I received from my LJ friends as a result chaos, you guys are truly amazing. The funny thing about all this is, that after rereading it so many times I still don't mind the premise, but feel that it's a tad clunky and just doesn't flow the way a drabble should.
Title: A Pair of Jacks
Pairing/Warning/Rating: Jack/Jack, none, rated PG
Word Count: 100
Summary: Owen presses the wrong button...
Author's Note: My apologies and an extreme crack!fic and 'no liquids allowed while reading' warning
Owen stared wide-eyed at the sight in front of him.
“Owen...” the Jacks called out in unison. “What did you do?”
Jacks. There were two Jacks. “I....” The machine he’d been monkeying with slipped out of his hands.
“Careful!” they screamed, grabbing it before it could hit the floor.
“I....”
“A Thoracxian splitting laser?” one Jack said. “It’ll be four hours before it recharges.”
“At least the recombining feature’s intact,” the other pointed out.
Shock finally caught up with Owen’s brain and he fainted.
“Hmmm... four hours to kill. Shall we?” the Jacks suggested as they quietly slipped down to their quarters.
“Owen...” the Jacks called out in unison. “What did you do?”
Jacks. There were two Jacks. “I....” The machine he’d been monkeying with slipped out of his hands.
“Careful!” they screamed, grabbing it before it could hit the floor.
“I....”
“A Thoracxian splitting laser?” one Jack said. “It’ll be four hours before it recharges.”
“At least the recombining feature’s intact,” the other pointed out.
Shock finally caught up with Owen’s brain and he fainted.
“Hmmm... four hours to kill. Shall we?” the Jacks suggested as they quietly slipped down to their quarters.

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second, I'd just like to reiterate the fact that, if anyone objects to THIS fic, they shouldn't be in the TW fandom. seriously. I don't know if you read the recent interview with JB in BOYZ magazine, but he said something about being embarrassed by the amount of prejudice in the U.S. right now, and this is exactly the sort of thing he was talking about. some people are just too thick to realize there is a LOT more to this world than sex, and a lot more to love or hate about a person than with whom they have sex. sometimes, I'm kind of embarrassed myself to be a citizen of this country (but then I meet the 500 other awesome people from the U.S. hanging about in the TW fandom and I remember why I stick around).
third, I finally convinced PhotoBucket to upload the icon I made *mumblemumblePhotoBucketmumblemumble*. I don't know if you or anyone else had the same problem, but here is a PhotoBucket friendly version (apparently I had some weird setting checked on my GIF maker).
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oh, and you're welcome. I love making text icons...I don't know why. they're just so...fun.
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And, since i have NO skill at icon making I'm glad you do!
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yeah, I grew up in a town of 6,000...I got out as quick as I possibly could.
it's less skill and more the awesomeness of Photoshop.
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photoshop hates me.
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