Pnuck?

Someone want to explain to me how I managed to go to bed muttering about how to outline a long-term d/s interaction for Jack and Ianto (srsly, this was actually keeping me awake last night and not in the fun dirty thoughts sort of way, rather the oh god, how do I make this interesting and still plausible and stick to the proper character motivations? sort of way) and wake up having dreamed up 3/4 of a story for 8th_doctor?

My husband suggested the final quarter, bless him - rather than, oh, suggesting I get my silly self committted. So, naturally, I had to write it and post it, albeit in a truncated form.

(Yes, my POV was that of Charlie. Spare me your teasing, although I will admit that during the mandatory post-danger hugging, I thought Damn, I could listen to him talk all day. And where'd he get this shirt from? That's a new shirt. He didn't tell me he was going to change shirts, dammit. Heh)

But, really... the slashy d/s fermented and changed into class-riddled murder mystery in the 1930s British countryside. That's weird.

Naturally, I craved some PMG vox pron this morning, too, so I've reloaded The Natural History of Fear onto the iPod. Lovely! I suspect I really could listen to PMG read the phone book...

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( Extremely silly TW-fic realization. No, really, it's VERY silly )

Torchwood Meta Smut. I Think Maybe I Need More Than A Day To Get This Out Of My System.

( Jack/Ianto kink meta. Moderately explicit musings and probably more than you want to know about me - by inference - beyond the cut tag )

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I'm so getting this as soon as it's available. Two of my favorite stories and, hell, Castrovalva wasn't all that bad - but the weird d/s-ish subtext in it (entirely inadvertant, I'm sure/I hope) keeps making me twitch.

Damn, that's put me in a better mood. I think I'll pop my copy of The Caves of Androzani on, although I fear it's not the restored version, alas.