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Midsummer Watch Parade
My first ever Midsummer Watch Parade was today, and it's one of the best things I've ever done! So much fun! I was in red and black with my face painted as a devil/demon, running around with a big stick with pyros on it (things that produce shed-loads of coloured smoke when you set them off) creeping people out by staring them down or just plain ( Read more... ) -
Fic - 'Dictionary Definitions'
Ianto is gentle. Everything about him, from his lilting vowels to his long fingered hands. It's the reason Myfanwy took to him so easily. It's the reason people trust him implicitly, even though they couldn’t explain why. His mild-mannered, quiet, gentle approach to life put the world at ease with him and allowed him to slip by unnoticed, for the ( Read more... ) -
Fic - 'Meat and Three Veg'
‘’Oops’? What do you mean ‘Oops’? I think the situation demands a little more than ‘Oops’!’
‘Um… Sorry?’
‘Oh, for f-’
‘Stop bickering, you two. Owen?’
‘ Hang on. Two minutes it says.’
‘This is fucking ridiculous.’
‘Oi! Watch your language.’
‘Or what? What could you possibly do to me that could be worse than this? Thanks ( Read more... ) -
Fic - 'The First Last'
The soil patters over him, steadily growing heavier as the sunlight disappears. Heavy darkness. Brave resignation only lasts so long, he is still human after all, still just an animal, and his survival instincts are strong. Fear rips through him and he finally struggles, gasping. And then he is suffocating. Coughing and choking and screaming; ( Read more... ) -
'Ianto can't breathe' - Post Exit Wounds fic.
Ianto can’t breathe. The pounding of the blood in his ears is deafening. Utter devastation. Blood and smoke and fire and metal. A scream. He stumbles. Lisa.
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Ianto can’t breathe. He is on top of Harkness and he is laughing. Laughing like he hasn’t in months. He feels alive again, just for a moment. Right now there is no Lisa, no Canary ( Read more... )