't' is for Titus who flew into bits

1. SOMEONE WROTE ME TOSH/ MEETS JOHN BARROWMAN ON THE ANON SANTA THREAD. I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS ANON IS WHO KEEPS GRANTING MY WISHES, BUT KEEP DOING IT. ILU.

2. The rest of this post is about mah kid, so you can skip if you are allergic to cute. I can't help it. She's cute so you don't sell her.

( Oh the trouble you'll get in! )

3. Okay I lied:

C! DOES THIS REALLY HAPPEN? I DON'T WANT TO LIVE IN A WORLD WHERE IT DOESN'T:

Fic: Taceas; Taceam (Jack/Ianto, PG) for blue_fjords

The recipient is getting a paper copy of this all dolled up, but because it won't get there before she leaves on her holidays, I am posting it early.

Title: Taceas; Taceam*
Author: amand_r
Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Jack/Ianto
Rating: PG
Wordcount:
Author's Notes: I might have written the whole last half of this with Ashokan Farewell on repeat. Fuck might've. I did. (Then the maudlin po-po came and broke my iPod.) Beta work by the loverly and viscous misswinterhill. This is for blue_fjords, a lovely person and excellent beta, but overall, a great friend. I only met her this year, but in some ways, it feels like a lot longer. Ampersand hearts semicolon, baby.
Summary: Still, he rather resented the loss of what he only now realised had been a holiday ritual of its own: beer and Motown, smugness and laziness. Sock feet on the hardwood. A ratty sweatshirt. All of that had been replaced with a wet suit, a cold, congealed dinner, tap water, and an overwhelming exhaustion and sense of uncleanliness that came from following three Blowfish through the alleys of Grangetown for hours on end.

( Taceas; Taceam )