Torchwood fic: To Learn This Holding And The Holding Back (Jack/Ianto, NC-17)

Title: To Learn This Holding And The Holding Back
Pairing/Characters: Jack/Ianto, Tosh, Gwen, Owen
Authors: rm & kalichan
Rating/Content: NC-17, mostly plot this time, with a serving of
porn for dessert.
Summary: With every night, a morning after. Jack and Ianto try to cope.
Author's Notes: Concludes the triptych begun with A Strange Fashion of Forsaking and Dear Captain, Last Night I Slept in Mutiny; takes place after those two stories somewhere in between 2x05: Adam and 2x06: Reset. Title adapted from a poem by Lucie Brock-Broido. The next story in this 'verse will be coming soon; it will pick up after 2x09: Something Borrowed.
Wordcount: ~16,700

(Tosh winced as the Hub door rolled back...)

because I deserve a treat

Red or navy blue?

http://www.trashydiva.com/site/indexNOW.html

Side note: am I seriously considering buying a dress in navy blue? Have I gone out of my mind? Yes, probably.

sundries

- Getting stuff done, yay! Although in odd order and at odd times.

- I am somewhat absurdly obsessed with Lamb's Gorecki right now even though it is both cliched and old news. Um, I'm working on a Face of Boe FST.

- Daleks in Manhattan. Wow. I don't know what to say about that other than Pig Slave Mutant Dalek Human Hybrid WHUT??!?!? Actually I found Dalek Sek's evolution to be even more revolting/disturbing/comical. And I do have to say it fills me with joy that my city has a place in the mythology of the Whoniverse. Can you tell I'm just burning through these episodes to get to the thing at the end of the season I know about but haven't seen?

- I feel very solid today, after feeling like I was flying apart at the seams for the last couple of weeks and not in a good way. I am also deeply away of how fragile that solidity is. So I've got a certain quiet/heavy thing going on. And really want to be around people, but am really better served by taking a lot of late night walks alone right now. I don't know what I'm processing, but I can tell I am, just not at a particularly conscious level.

- The heat here is insufferable, but there's been lots of strong wind, and it's been making me itch to go flying like crazy which is stupid because I hate flying in summer. Hate hate hate. Because the plane bounces around like crazy and it makes me nauseated as all hell. So in a way I am glad I have this bug that I can't afford in $$ or time right now when I know better than to do it, because it will make me full of hate and pukeyness (pukiness? how would you spell that?). It's probably just a sign that Kali and I should get back to our WWII screenplay (yes, there's a WWII screenplay, and it completly pre-dated current obsessions, I might note! Product of our obsession with Flyboys which no one else saw even though it is WWI slashy goodness and they had a lion!)

- I am still a freak magnet. Today I saw a guy crossing the street with a cat sitting on his head.

- This vid! Oh this vid! It's so why I love this fandom in a I'm a big goddamn sap sort of way. I totally want to have it on my IPod, and while I know how to do that stuff with YouTube this has thwarted me. (So if you can figure it out, let me know. I know I should just be able to downlaod and convert, but when I download it downloads some 15 second ad instead).
http://www.imeem.com/scattered/video/tCpGIh3i/se_this_is_everything_torchwooddoctor_who_tv_video/

- 4 days. 4.