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Erin Giles
26 November 2020 @ 06:17 pm

Fanfiction writer. Theatre nut. Fangirl. Rambling. Mundanity. Lunacy.

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Erin Giles
11 November 2011 @ 09:12 pm
This day isn’t just about the end of the first world war and remembering everyone who lost their lives back then. It’s about every war and every life lost over the years and the people that are still losing lives out there.

I’ve never lost anyone to war. Both my grandfathers were in the Home Guard, one being a miner and one a station master. None of my family since then has been in the armed forces. But this year I wrote a play about what it was like to come home from war and how soldiers have to adjust to civilian life.

I did the research. I read first hand accounts of men and women who had lost friends out there. I watched awful documentaries about children that were caught in the crossfire. I spoke to people who had been out there and seen soldiers missing limbs going back out to serve again.

I get angry now when people question why troops are still out there. It’s not just about the fighting, it’s about the peacekeeping, helping communities to rebuild their lives. Did you know a British soldier was killed because the Taliban didn’t like the fact he was trying to reopen a local Afghan school that had been destroyed in the fighting?

I called my play Courageous Restraint. Courageous restraint means that when you’re being fired at you don’t shoot back until you have eyes on your target. Bullets raining down on you and you can’t return fire until you can see the person that’s trying to kill you. Could you do it?

They’re people. They’re flawed. I’m not saying they’re all heroes. Just take a moment to think though, because how many of you would be willing to put your life on the line for people you don’t even know in a country you’ve never even been to?

Just take a moment to think, not just about the fields in France, or the graveyards in Belgium, but about the mother who lost her son two days ago because someone planted an IED at the roadside.

(posted on tumblr originally in response to everyone who kept calling today the 11th Doctor's day)
Home Is: Cardiff
Feeling: thoughtfulthoughtful
Erin Giles
11 July 2011 @ 09:40 pm
I know a few of you on here will be interested in this...


Get on over to tw_bigbang. Sign ups for authors and artists are now open for Round Three.

We are open to all characters, seasons/series & pairings from Torchwood.

So what are you waiting for?

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Erin Giles
16 March 2011 @ 07:53 pm
I've come out of my little original writing bubble to venture back into the world of fanfiction for the first time in 2011. I can't believe it's already March and this is the only fanfic I've written. Whoops? On the plus side lots of original stuff has been spewing from me in copious amounts. I'll leave you all with that lovely image.

Title: Husband First, Hero Second
Author: Erin Giles
Characters: Jack, Rhys, Ianto, Gwen (Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Rhys saves the world, Gwen keeps losing mugs, Ianto gets manhandled and Jack destroys the BBC.

A/N: Written for tw_unpaired where the prompt was Jack and Rhys have to team up and save Ianto, Gwen and Cardiff. Rhys gets to drive the SUV. And carry (maybe fire?) the Big Gun. Thank you to electrictoes who kindly beta-d this for me and offered to help me throw things at Rhys when he refused to save the world.

‘What do you mean you’ve lost my wife, Jack?’
Feeling: sleepysleepy
Erin Giles
24 December 2010 @ 11:16 am
Two Christmas fics for Christmas Eve from the Footprints in the Sand Universe. They are from two seperate Christmasses in the verse.

Title: Ebenezer Jones
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, OC (Finn)
Words: 1900
Summary: Jack wants a proper family Christmas, Finn is still trying to understand Christmas, but Ianto’s attitude to Christmas, however, seems to be bah humbug!

Title: The Course of Christmas Never Did Run Smooth
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: PG-13
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, OCs (Rhiannon, Finn, Rona)
Words: 3500
Summary: Christmas is never a relaxing affair, especially not when you’re Ianto Jones. Rona wants to go meet Santa, Finn has a fascination with ice skating, Jack keeps making jokes at his expense and if Ianto had only one wish this Christmas it would be that none of this was happening to him.
Home Is: Glasgow
Feeling: cheerfulcheerful
Erin Giles
14 November 2010 @ 02:23 pm
Title: A Selfish Apology
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: PG
Words: 1650
Characters: Sherlock, John, Sarah
A/N: Written for a prompt on sherlockbbc_fic. The prompt was 'John gets hit by a car'.
Summary: John's been hit by a car and Sherlock is looking to assign blame. But who is at fault? John? Sarah? The driver? Or Sherlock himself?

Sherlock still doesn’t know who reacted first. Whether it was the squeal of tires or Sarah’s scream that he heard first. When he thinks about it, it might even have been him because before he’s even reached the crumpled body of John lying under the tires of a car - shell-shocked driver still with a white-knuckled grip on the steering wheel - he’s already got the phone pressed to his ear asking for an ambulance.
Feeling: relaxedrelaxed
Erin Giles
27 October 2010 @ 09:29 pm
Title: Left a Hole
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: R (language)
Disclaimer: Torchwood is the intellectual property of the BBC.
Characters/Pairings: Ianto, Owen, Gwen, Tosh (Jack/Ianto implied)
Words: 1800
A/N: The only excuse I can come up with for this fic is the fact that I was stuck in traffic on my drive home at 10pm last week and the only CD in the car was The Script's new one.

Summary: Jack’s gone and Torchwood are stumbling through the doors of A&E in his absence. Owen's POV.

This wasn’t even anything to do with Torchwood, not really. That’s us all over though, isn’t it? Can’t even go on a night out without getting ourselves into trouble. I’d like to say it’s Jack’s fault but he’s gone and buggered off somewhere.
Erin Giles
18 October 2010 @ 05:45 pm
Title: That Monday Feeling
Author: erin_giles
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Ianto, Gwen/Rhys, Capt John Hart, OCs
Rating: R
Words: 15k
Warnings: Character Death (not permanent), Suicide, Swearing
A/N: Set in my Footprints in the Sand Universe. The rest of the series doesn’t need to be read for this story to make sense. All is explained in the body of the text. Written for tw_bigbang

Summary: Slight AU. Ianto, as a rule, wasn’t accustomed to hating any particular day of the week. Granted, some days were worse than others, but this particular morning he had developed a newfound dislike for Mondays. Especially when this Monday didn’t seem to want to end.

It was just after seven on Monday morning when Ianto Jones finished his working day and lay his head down on his pillow.
Erin Giles
23 September 2010 @ 05:47 pm
Title: Spilt Milk
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: PG
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson
Words: 2100
Summary: John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled.
A/N: From this prompt on sherlockbbc_fic. John is shopping, and it's cold and rain is pouring down. His shoulder seizes up on him, the bags drop and he slips and falls down the stairs.

With his muscles spasming in his shoulder he couldn’t even lever himself into a sitting position and so lay there staring at a concussed can of tuna rolling on the step beside him.
Home Is: Cardiff
Feeling: exhaustedexhausted
Erin Giles
20 August 2010 @ 07:12 pm
Title: Faith Makes One Fine Pillow
Author: Erin Giles
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sherlock Holmes is the intellectual property of both Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC.
Characters/Pairings: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes (John/Sherlock if you squint)
Spoilers: The Blind Banker - Missing Scene
Words: 1450
Summary: But John never doubted the fact that Sherlock would show up when he was most needed, because there was one man that John, as an army man with little to no faith believed in, and that was Sherlock Holmes.

Sherlock, as per usual, was talking at a hundred miles an hour, not really caring if John was listening or not.
Home Is: Cardiff
Feeling: draineddrained