I don't really listen to Ani, but I can see how Ianto and his canonically "constant" pain could bring those lyrics to mind.
And the references to "keeping my face totally blank" work for him, at least for him in the first three episodes... hmm. Or maybe all the way up to Greek Bearing Gifts, actually.
It's just... such an emo-pain, girly-emotional song. Don't get me wrong: sometimes, I love that. It's just not a style of music I'm used to associating with male scifi characters.
I really think that Torchwood (and the Doctor Who it prompted me to watch) has warped my understanding of how much angst a person should experience on a day-to-day basis. I find myself feeling a bit empty because I'm in stable, long-term relationship and have a number of close friends who seem to more or less understand and accept me. That's not how life's supposed to be!
Bwah! Okay, I don't find Dr Who that angsty (I mean, okay, moments of darkness, but many, many more moments of light) but Torchwood? Torchwood is Dr Who's emo cousin, who dresses in black and reads Emily Dickinson poetry. (Dr Who, clearly, would be a total geek, would both know and mock netspeak, and would spend a great deal of time reading Asimov.)
Your description of Owen & his body language is spot-on--so good that I kinda want to hit him, just like I do in every episode of the show. Good luck with the rest of the fic!
*takes comfort in that*
See, I worry. I don't do teamfic. That's what this wants to be. Gen teamfic. Ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm all about the slash, and all about stories with only two characters. Having to write more than that throws me off and hmmm.
I don't know. I sorta want to write this story, but most of me wants to write a story that starts:
Ianto's first impressions of Captain Jack Harkness -- long before he met the man and discovered his almost palpable charisma -- was rebellious and intelligent. The second was almost a given: Torchwood doesn't suffer fools gladly, and anyone who can't keep up is quickly left behind, missing the relevant memories.
It was the first one that was important. Rebels don't pay enough attention to the rules, to systems and order. They don't always notice minor deviations and irregularities.
Ianto hadn't had enough information to prove his hypothesis. The employee file -- the parts that weren't classified -- was a half-page detailing Harkness' role at Torchwood Three and the case reports were haphazard. Too much detail here, not enough there; a certain flair when it came to describing alien tech followed by cold, martial description of physical encounters. Ianto knew how to read between the lines -- that was, in a way, his job -- and all the reports told him was that they were collaborations thrown together by different agents, pieced like a jigsaw puzzle. But that told enough.
Torchwood Three was an indulgence. Harkness had campaigned for it and offered to run it, and while Ianto can only verify it through secondary references, he's quite sure that Torchwood Three was a combination of bribe and thank-you gift to a man whose employee file shows nothing. Run with a skeleton crew, only half the staff they have funding for, in the middle of Cardiff to watch over a rift Torchwood One has deigned "negligible", it had the broadly defined purpose of averting danger and protecting civilians.
Considering that it appeared to be run by a man with no consideration of paperwork, bureaucracy or meticulous thinking, Torchwood Three was the most logical place to hide.
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Date: 2007-02-05 06:56 am (UTC)And the references to "keeping my face totally blank" work for him, at least for him in the first three episodes... hmm. Or maybe all the way up to Greek Bearing Gifts, actually.
It's just... such an emo-pain, girly-emotional song. Don't get me wrong: sometimes, I love that. It's just not a style of music I'm used to associating with male scifi characters.
I really think that Torchwood (and the Doctor Who it prompted me to watch) has warped my understanding of how much angst a person should experience on a day-to-day basis. I find myself feeling a bit empty because I'm in stable, long-term relationship and have a number of close friends who seem to more or less understand and accept me. That's not how life's supposed to be!
Bwah! Okay, I don't find Dr Who that angsty (I mean, okay, moments of darkness, but many, many more moments of light) but Torchwood? Torchwood is Dr Who's emo cousin, who dresses in black and reads Emily Dickinson poetry. (Dr Who, clearly, would be a total geek, would both know and mock netspeak, and would spend a great deal of time reading Asimov.)
Your description of Owen & his body language is spot-on--so good that I kinda want to hit him, just like I do in every episode of the show. Good luck with the rest of the fic!
*takes comfort in that*
See, I worry. I don't do teamfic. That's what this wants to be. Gen teamfic. Ask anyone and they'll tell you that I'm all about the slash, and all about stories with only two characters. Having to write more than that throws me off and hmmm.
I don't know. I sorta want to write this story, but most of me wants to write a story that starts:
Ianto's first impressions of Captain Jack Harkness -- long before he met the man and discovered his almost palpable charisma -- was rebellious and intelligent. The second was almost a given: Torchwood doesn't suffer fools gladly, and anyone who can't keep up is quickly left behind, missing the relevant memories.
It was the first one that was important. Rebels don't pay enough attention to the rules, to systems and order. They don't always notice minor deviations and irregularities.
Ianto hadn't had enough information to prove his hypothesis. The employee file -- the parts that weren't classified -- was a half-page detailing Harkness' role at Torchwood Three and the case reports were haphazard. Too much detail here, not enough there; a certain flair when it came to describing alien tech followed by cold, martial description of physical encounters. Ianto knew how to read between the lines -- that was, in a way, his job -- and all the reports told him was that they were collaborations thrown together by different agents, pieced like a jigsaw puzzle. But that told enough.
Torchwood Three was an indulgence. Harkness had campaigned for it and offered to run it, and while Ianto can only verify it through secondary references, he's quite sure that Torchwood Three was a combination of bribe and thank-you gift to a man whose employee file shows nothing. Run with a skeleton crew, only half the staff they have funding for, in the middle of Cardiff to watch over a rift Torchwood One has deigned "negligible", it had the broadly defined purpose of averting danger and protecting civilians.
Considering that it appeared to be run by a man with no consideration of paperwork, bureaucracy or meticulous thinking, Torchwood Three was the most logical place to hide.