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Saturday morning reading in between footie matches (along with an ongoing reread of the Dresden Files on audiobook; currently on Dead Beat). Back to trying to catch at least two matches a weekend--and trying to watch Tigres matches when they're available on streaming, and it's honestly done more for my mental health than anything I've tried in months. I hadn't realied how much I missed soccer since I moved in with The Roommate.



Realized I hadn't checked in on the extended family's whatsapp chat in a week and found several pics of my mom this morning--it would have been her 65th birthday Jan 31st (Dad would be 68 this March); I'd remembered, but was so busy with the usual end-of-January work wildness that I missed the day of. Still brings up all sorts of complicated feelings.

It's back into the 80s here, so I'm having more muscle/joint pain again, buttt I felt well enough to walk to the post office and back yesterday, so I'm counting this week as a win on the autoimmune front.

here a mist, and there a mist

Fandom: Torchwood
Characters: Ianto, Rhiannon, Team Torchwood
Word Count: 2726
Rating: Uh, T/M?
Content Notes: Direct sequel to our share of night, so it deals with the aftermath of rape.
Author's Note: Written for Febuwhump 2024, day 5: rope burns; sequel to our share of night
Summary: Ianto doesn't need to talk to anyone about what happened when he was kidnapped. What he needs is for everyone to let him focus on his work and get over it.

The best thing that could happen, he thinks, is if no one ever brings it up again.


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