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What this meme is all about is expanding on that, to better create a personal history that you can then use to better build personal development. To paraphrase Lindsay, "it's not intended to be a way of avoiding/handwaving actual threads but rather a way of kickstarting them and getting a better idea of where our characters stand with each other. ( Read more... ) -
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Some nights running the Hub felt like a hassle with which Ianto just didn't want to deal. Worrying over alcohol stores, listening to other people chatter, none of it felt so important at times. But other nights, like this one, he felt as though wiping down the counters was the only thing he could do. It satisfied him and kept him, just for a few ( Read more... ) -
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01. What would he kill for? What would he die for?
Kill for the ones he loves, undoubtedly, as well as die for them. Generally speaking, he'd kill and/or die for the salvation of the Earth, if it did any good. Sometimes it doesn't seem like it would.
02. What would they refuse to do under any circumstances? Why?
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It didn't go the way Ianto had thought it would, which is to say 'smoothly'. They'd done everything the books said to do, so no matter how much Banon disliked having a thermometer shoved up her rump every night, they knew when her temperature dropped that they were in for it. All the supplies had been gathered, and the whelping box in the corner ( Read more... ) -
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The hut was seemingly empty for when Charlie arrived home. No sound, but enough light to show that a mix of red rose petals and confetti, conveniently provided by the island that morning, had been laid on the floor, outlining a path that led from the front door to what could be loosely termed 'the study' but more resembled Charlie's art studio. ( Read more... ) -
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Jack had deposited Ianto and Banon on the doorstep of the hut as promised. With a joke about groping as the bar keys were returned to Ianto and a quick kiss to see Jack off, Ianto turned to the door of the hut and took a deep breath ( Read more... ) -
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The snow had been gone for a few days now, and Ianto couldn't have been happier that it had. The yurt setup had been cozy at first, but after a certain amount of time having one's space shared by oneself, one's girlfriend, a dog and a pig stopped being ''cozy'' and started being ''claustrophobic''. Not that they couldn't all wander off and to the ( Read more... ) -
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It wasn't that far of a walk at all, compared to some of the distances on the island. Location, location, location, that was what it was all about. Secluded enough that they had their privacy, but central enough to keep them connected. Ianto did in fact love his house a great deal ( Read more... ) -
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Ianto was a master at ignoring that which caused him pain. At least outwardly. Within was a trial, every errant piece of clothing, every flash of color, every look of sympathy Banon gave him summoning up a reminder of why he was trying so hard to keep himself occupied. But to anyone who might have ventured near his hut that day, he was just a ( Read more... )