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I'm not currently using this space, at all, as the lack of cross-posting suggests. I'll keep up to date with adding people just in case it ever changes so I won't end up having to scramble to add people then, but I have to admit I'm not checking the flist over here, so, if you end up using this exclusively I'll uh ... probably just track you or something because you told me on LJ that you'd be over here permanently.
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You can't imagine it unless you've been there by [personal profile] dani_the_girl

It's a very short fic about the aftermath of Gray's visit, and Jack can't let go, but Ianto knows that there are no choices about things like that. Clever turn-about from the Cyberwoman dynamic, very much recommended, now go and and read it. For it being the author's first TW fic, I'm way impressed with the characterisation, actually, and her idea of Ianto in this situation. Much love.
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I like secrets in fiction, the dark truths, those little lies hidden behind facades that you can't ever quite let out but that simmer away underneath. I like Torchwood because all characters don't simply carry a secret, they all carry pasts, partly dark, partly entirely fucked up, mostly woefully underexplored and underemployed in canon. In fannish exploration, Torchwood is the sexy fun of commentporn battles and alien devices, but it's also all the fucked up bullshit that can happen between people when you have two characters in one room, each with their hang-ups and each with their past and the experiences that made them who they are.

[personal profile] notevery has written a story that explores those hidden corners, those nooks and crannies that hide under the lid of a simple term for a dynamic between characters. Going against a trend in fandom, the story's characters are Tosh and Owen.

When I think Tosh and Owen, I usually think 'unrequited love' and 'Owen's a bit of an ass' and 'Tosh's a bit of a sad and lonely geek girl' which doesn't really do either character justice. [personal profile] notevery tells this story from Owen's point of view, and this Owen, he isn't very pretty, or very nice, but he's very human, with all his little fucked-up experiences and thoughts, and a past that won't go away, and a mindset that has gnawed into his brain deep enough to define default action patterns, default thought patterns. And her Tosh, she is very human, too, and lonely and she loves Owen, most of the time that is all it needs.

It's the story of a night. It starts at the beginning and at the end at the same time, and it's the story of connection, in a way a story of love, the only way it can happen to the characters drawn like this. It's not a pretty story. It's gritty, it's hard and it hurts because you ache for Tosh and you ache for Owen, and after that you'll want to read a bit of Jack and Ianto making love in the sunset, but it's a good story because it goes there, because it doesn't shy away from those dark places.

My description is woefully inadequate to describe what this story does (also to avoid giving anything away), what it did to me as a reader. It pulls you in, and draws you under and keeps a hold of you. It chokes you a little, and then it chokes you a lot, and throughout all that, the characters are neither demonized, never judged, because they are the sum of their pasts, of their histories, of their experiences. Owen cares for Tosh, and he cares for her the only way he knows to.

This is the first time I regret saying I wouldn't rec for [community profile] torchwood_house.

Read: The Possibility Of Escape by [personal profile] notevery (Tosh/Owen, NC-17, warning for issues of consent)
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I succumbed. Thx to invite code (thanks Sam). The usual squinty-eyed suspicions remain though, no surprise there.

Well, I'll go off and build my nest then.



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