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,not JB/SG But need to be says :Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Postée à l'origine par eppic sur Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Originally posted by twbasketcase at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Originally posted by gabrielleabelle at Mississippi Personhood Amendment
Okay, so I don't usually do this, but this is an issue near and dear to me and this is getting very little no attention in the mainstream media.

Mississippi is voting on November 8th on whether to pass Amendment 26, the "Personhood Amendment". This amendment would grant fertilized eggs and fetuses personhood status.

Putting aside the contentious issue of abortion, this would effectively outlaw birth control and criminalize women who have miscarriages. This is not a good thing.

Jackson Women's Health Organization is the only place women can get abortions in the entire state, and they are trying to launch a grassroots movement against this amendment. This doesn't just apply to Mississippi, though, as Personhood USA, the group that introduced this amendment, is trying to introduce identical amendments in all 50 states.

What's more, in Mississippi, this amendment is expected to pass. It even has Mississippi Democrats, including the Attorney General, Jim Hood, backing it.

The reason I'm posting this here is because I made a meager donation to the Jackson Women's Health Organization this morning, and I received a personal email back hours later - on a Sunday - thanking me and noting that I'm one of the first "outside" people to contribute.

So if you sometimes pass on political action because you figure that enough other people will do something to make a difference, make an exception on this one. My RSS reader is near silent on this amendment. I only found out about it through a feminist blog. The mainstream media is not reporting on it.

If there is ever a time to donate or send a letter in protest, this would be it.

What to do?

- Read up on it. Wake Up, Mississippi is the home of the grassroots effort to fight this amendment. Daily Kos also has a thorough story on it.

- If you can afford it, you can donate at the site's link.

- You can contact the Democratic National Committee to see why more of our representatives aren't speaking out against this.

- Like this Facebook page to help spread awareness.

Happy Bastille Day - 14 juillet - to the frenchy around there

JB tweet alert with goodies 2
there's two video too and you can hear Scott's laughing

JB tweet alert with goodies
John is tweeting and somehow  I think he reads my tweet asking for photos and video
and a Scott bonus to make up for his silence

here they are

thoughts for a fic ?
In an interview John said

"As for his character’s love life, Barrowman says Capt. Jack “gets to have full-on boy-sex a couple of times. On those days going to work I’d wake up and Scott my partner would say, ‘What are you filming today?’ And I’d say, ‘Oh it’s going to be a tough day, I get to have sex with a 24 year old.’”

I do think this could lead to a nice fic don't you ?

vacation time / Mother day

I'm going on vacation for a few days and shouldn't be able to connect to the net.


so as it's Mother Day on Sunday in France, I wish every mother a nice and lovely day

see you in a few days

JB on Radio 5 today May 24th

JB/SG fic RPS : Rapture


I don't own anything, or know anyone. This is a work of fiction, nothing in there, at my knowledge, really happened. I don't want to offend anyone. So don't sue me.
it's a very short piece, so I didn't want to bother anyone to beta it. If there's any mistakes there all mine and my bad english. If you want to give some corrections or comments feel free.
This was inspired by two events : the annoucne of the Rapture and JB being in UK for IYTYCD

I added a youtube link at the end of the fic so you can hear the song. I just get the lyrics around a bit to suit my story :)

enjoy.... or not !
Comments are apprciated


John let out a happy sight as he entered his London maisonette. The flight was nice enough, and he even was able to doze off during it so he wouldn’t be too tired for his presentation of the “if you think you can dance” show.

Yes, he was a bit jet lag but so happy to help and to have accepted, at the drop of the hat, to be a judge.

He dropped his suitcase on the floor and wandered around his home. It seems so strange to come here after Los Angeles. Strange, but so comfortable too. This house means so much to him and Scott.

Getting out of his reverie, he spotted the light on the answering machine beeping. He went to it, and scrolled through the different calls. Most of them were non ID, so he deleted them, two were from journalists

“Why don’t they call Gavin?” He wondered

And the last were from his parents in law and from Scott.

“Shit!” he worried already “I hope everything is alright”

He pushed the button and Shelagh’s voice came through

“Hi John. We just heard from Scott you were in London for the week-end to present a show. You’re doing too much son, Scott got worry. Anyway, we thought we could get in touch and have lunch, dinner, whatever suits you. We missed you. Get back to us will you?”

He smiled and thought about his schedule

“Lunch will be great. I’ll rang them right after I’ve heard Scottie’s message”

Once again he pressed the play button feeling a bit stupid to be so excited to hear his partner’s voice

“We got it as bad as teenagers” he chuckled!

Scott’s deep voice rang out

“Hey Love. Hope you got a nice trip. You know what’s all about in there? Rapture”

John frowned “what’s that” he thought

“It seems that today….Tomorrow! Whatever! Saturday is Judgment Day and announces The Rapture and the end of the World for October. So…”

John heard music in the background but couldn’t really decipher what it was. He really wondered what Scott was talking about.

“So…” Scott repeat as the music got louder and Scott’s sung along

“If tomorrow never comes.. huuuuummm How much I love you”

That’s when John understood his partner’s strange message and burst into laughing



John on QVC
I've been watching this again tonight and was wondering if some of you
would be kind enough to tell me what John was saying about Scott
after the line when he said " someone else does it .. his name is Scott"
Jill answered " Scott does the bed"
and I can't catch up exactly what he is saying

it's around 3.OO in this youtube video



JB/SG fic RPS : Rainy night 5 and epilogue

this is not what i had in mind when I started to write this fic

it's way more cheesy than I wanted it to be, but unfortunately, my 'muse'
had her way and even though I tried to write something else over and over
again THIS is what came up
Maybe I'll re write it some day :)


Scott really didn’t mind. He was used to John laughing at him about his romantic side. But, this time, he thought a little lesson was in order. He had been cheesy, but honest; John had to learn not to mock him for that.

He let John laugh and laugh again, then he took his most indignant look and got up off John’s chest.

“Fine. Laugh it off. You’re having fun there?”

With his legendary fluidity he went to retrieve a clean pair of boxers  and the clothes he was wearing earlier.

John tried to calm down but the occasion was so rare he couldn’t let it go.

“Home is where you are my daaarrling. Love of my life.”

Scott turned around, thunder clouding his blue eyes, his eyes flashing with anger.

“Yes! I love you! And you can laugh your heart’s content, that won’t change anytime soon. Yes! My wording was cheesy, sappy.”

He through his hands high in the air.

“It’s cliché and romantic. Borderline stupid, but it’s the truth. I. Love. You.”

He pointed to John who had calmed down a bit.

“I don’t care where I live, as long as I live with you. I don’t care if we only have a small flat in London, because I will be in Heaven sharing it with you.”

John sat down on the bed, suddenly worried by Scott’s anger.

“Come on Scott. You can’t be serious.  Home is where you are. You only read that in those romance and paperback books, that are sold in train station. That’s for teenage girls.”

“If it means that you’re proud to love someone to the point you’ll do everything you can, even abandoning your own career, your homeland, to follow the one you love, then I am a teenage girl at heart, and I’m proud of it.”

John frowned.

“Does that means you’re resenting me for asking you to come along on this journey?”

“No. I’ve accepted the journey the day we met. Because we love each other, at least I hope you love me enough to try to adapt our respective lives, so we spend as much time together as possible. Torchwood is important to you, we discussed it, pointed out every solution we could find, and let me tell you I was so very happy to arrange my schedule so I could be with you and not an ocean apart for sixth months. I’m happy with the solution we found this time. Because it means that I can see you every day. I can hold you, kiss you, make love to you…argue with you. It’s cliché, it’s pathetic even, but it’s the truth. There’s nowhere I want to be, but here with you, because, yes! For me, as girly, teenage, cheesy, fussy at it sound, Home is where you are.”

Finally dressed, Scott walked to the bedroom door, stopping one second when John called out to him. “Scott! Come on…”

“Keep laughing, John. That won’t change my feelings, even if you find me too stupid for loving you that much.”

And Scott stormed out of the bedroom, making sure to not slam the door. No need to wake up his parents in law.

John fell down onto the bed.

“Well! That went well!”



Scott knew he won’t have to wait too long for John to join him. After all, the big guy, with all his macho “I’m a man and don’t send roses” talk, was also a big mushy himself.

After taking care of the mess the dogs had made, he sat on the bench, under the patio, and watched the rain falling.

He was warm enough. He had gathered his vest on his way out, and sat knees to his chest to keep all the warmth he could.

He was not angry. Sometimes, with John, he just had to make his point. Even if it often took some yelling or some pouting to get some things into John’s beautiful head.

He couldn’t help it, if he was the most romantic one of the couple. Plus, that was not really true, in fact. John could be so sappy sometimes.

And he had been honest. He loved watching the rain falling, the dark cloud. He loved the smell coming from the Earth after a storm.

Watching the rain was rather hypnotic. Knowing that they were a feet away from the desert was giving some king of magic to the event.

And he had been happy. Sappily happy! Content. He truly felt that he was where he belonged, maybe not in his homeland, but where his heart wanted to be: with John.

So? What was wrong with telling what your heart was feeling?

He heard the low ‘slouch’ of the patio door opening. But he didn’t turn his head; he rest his gaze on the little puddle of water a few feet away.

Then he felt the wood of the bench bend a bit under John’s weight. He could see him in his peripheral vision. John had put new pajamas on, his robe and his anorak. Mister Macho was so often cold.

He looked rather sheepish too.

John leant forward, his hands over his knees.

“You cleaned the kitchen floor.”


“I could have done it.”

Scott shrugged.

“I’m sorry, Scott.”

“I don’t mind cleaning.”

“No! I’m not talking about that. I’m sorry for laughing at you. About this home thing.”

Scott sighed. He really was not upset, he could get John out of his disarray and end the argument right now. But, since John thought he was too romantic, he might as well play ‘over dramatic’, as well. In fact, it was rather satisfying to play with John sometimes. So he decided to play some more and added a shrug to his sigh, just to add a little drama to the situation.

It worked.

John was playing with his hands now, a sure thing of how uncomfortable he was.

“You know I’m not good at this romantic thing.”

“That’s no excuse for laughing at people who are.”
“Come on. it was…don’t tell me you’re not finding this too cheesy.”

“When it’s the truth? No I don’t.”

Scott could feel John’s eyes on him. He was about to let go and get John out of his misery, but he also thought it was too soon. John had to work harder. So, he stood up and walked toward the end of the patio. Followed suit by John.

“You’re mad?”

“Mad? No! I just don’t understand how someone who spends his time singing love songs, making other’s dreams come true, offering his money, his time, his smile to perfect strangers, can find his partner cheesy because this said partner confesses his love.”

John looked down at his hands.

“It’s just… it’s different with you. It’s serious. I do love you. And I don’t want … Shit! I don’t know how to say ii.”

“Well, do as I do. Tell the truth.”

“I want my love declaration to be special. I don’t want it to be like any other love declaration or that you could think I sing the same song to you that I sing to others; I want us to be special.”

John rested both his hands on his partner’s shoulders, squeezing lightly.

“You’re serious aren’t you?”

“About what?”

“You don’t mind being there? You really think that wherever you are, you’re good if we’re together?”


“I feel the same.”

“Arrrrrrruuummphhh! !Like I can believe you.”

John looked offended now.

“I am serious. You know how important it was for me to get you here. I wouldn’t have accept the Torchwood deal if we didn’t find a solution. I can’t get through more than two weeks without you. Life is not the same if you’re not there. I can’t live without you by my side.”

Scott turned around in John’s embrace, a big smile on his face.

“See? That’s not so hard to speak with your heart. You can be cheesy too when you want.”

“You little…”

They sealed their reconciliation with a long kiss.

“Love you Scottie.”

“Love you too. My home!”