In an effort to stop myself bursting into tears every time I think of Gwen adjusting Ianto's tie (oops, here I go again T_T) I made myself a little list of soothing thoughts.
Ianto died in Jack's arms. He died very bravely, facing it squarely, even making a little joke. He died fighting for his world (as he and we knew he eventually would) and for his family. The last thing he did, before he went into battle, was to look to his family's safety and tell them he loved them. (Contrast Jack on both points: surrounded by dead loved ones, unable to say "I love you".) Jack and Gwen spend the last episode fighting to save Ianto's niece and nephew. (And thanks to that hefty Torchwood paycheck, surely the Davies are set.)
As sorry as I am to lose SF TV's only same-sex relationship, as a childless aunty, I take some comfort in the image of a gay (?) man, with no children of his own, laying down his life in a fight to protect his sister's children, thousands of children from backgrounds like his, every child. Contrast the government types, whose only concern is to protect their own kids: other peoples' children are disposable.
Ianto didn't die in vain. His defiance (and the defiance he inspired in Jack) caused the 456 to lash out. In lashing out, murdering Ianto, a building full of innocent people, and poor bloody Clem, they gave their enemies a way to defeat them. Burn in hell, you slimy crackheads.
These thoughts soothe me, but I'm heartbroken, and astonished by the depth of my grief. I can't share fandom's indignation, but my gods, if any person who laughs or sneers at our mourning, I'll turn their nose upsidedown so that when it rains, they'll drown.
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Date: 2009-07-14 12:17 am (UTC)Ianto died in Jack's arms. He died very bravely, facing it squarely, even making a little joke. He died fighting for his world (as he and we knew he eventually would) and for his family. The last thing he did, before he went into battle, was to look to his family's safety and tell them he loved them. (Contrast Jack on both points: surrounded by dead loved ones, unable to say "I love you".) Jack and Gwen spend the last episode fighting to save Ianto's niece and nephew. (And thanks to that hefty Torchwood paycheck, surely the Davies are set.)
As sorry as I am to lose SF TV's only same-sex relationship, as a childless aunty, I take some comfort in the image of a gay (?) man, with no children of his own, laying down his life in a fight to protect his sister's children, thousands of children from backgrounds like his, every child. Contrast the government types, whose only concern is to protect their own kids: other peoples' children are disposable.
Ianto didn't die in vain. His defiance (and the defiance he inspired in Jack) caused the 456 to lash out. In lashing out, murdering Ianto, a building full of innocent people, and poor bloody Clem, they gave their enemies a way to defeat them. Burn in hell, you slimy crackheads.
These thoughts soothe me, but I'm heartbroken, and astonished by the depth of my grief. I can't share fandom's indignation, but my gods, if any person who laughs or sneers at our mourning, I'll turn their nose upsidedown so that when it rains, they'll drown.