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andiamburdenedwithgloriousfeels:
so in Japanese, we sang Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.
here’s a general gist of the translation:
Rudolph had a shiny nose
no one liked him
he cried every night
then one Christmas it was dark
Santa decided Rudolph’s nose was convenient (literally it says convenient)
Rudolph was useful.I SHIT YOU NOT.
That’s basically the song without all of the fluff, though.
IT’S LIKE A VULCAN CHRISTMAS CAROL
doctornerdington replied to your post “Jack Harkness/Ianto Jones – “Oops, did I do that?.. Oh well.”
Lol!
Yeah, I made myself giggle with that one. I love snarky Ianto. Or just Ianto in general
foxy-voxy replied to your post “Mystrade with “You look like you could use a hand.” :D”
Adorable!
Thank you!
awabubbles replied to your post “samxjack “are you dead?”
love it, thanks so much <3
Thank you for the prompt! I’m glad you like it 🙂
dozmuffinxc replied to your post “Mystrade with “You look like you could use a hand.” :D”
Ack, adorable!!! Thank you 😀
I’m glad you liked it!
“Hurry! Run!” It wasn’t often that Jack had to say those words to the Doctor instead of the other way round, but this was one of those times. He took the Doctor’s hand and pulled him along.
He’d been spending too much time pouring over the records in this archive, as if he could find something to bring his people back. Jack could understand that, but getting them both killed by security bots was not the way he wanted to go out. At least Rose was visiting her mother.
The Doctor fumbled with the key as they reached the Tardis door. Jack cast around for anything he could use as a weapon and found a shiny piece of broken metal. He stepped behind the Doctor and used it as a shield, deflecting the laser blast.
Finally the door swung open and they both stumbled inside. Jack chuckled and tossed the metal aside. It crumpled into dust and he blinked at it.“Good thing we didn’t stay out there any longer.”
But the Doctor was already at the controls, clearly wanting to put what he had or hadn’t found behind him.
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“Why are you hugging me?” asked John, enveloped in Jack Harkness’s arms.
“Because Sherlock won’t.” Jack grinned over his shoulder at the seething detective.
“John is not the hugging sort,” gritted out Sherlock.
Jack stepped back. “Come on, always room for one more.”
Sherlock looked from Jack, to John (who hadn’t moved), and back to Jack. “Come along, John.”
Shrugging, John turned towards him. “Come on, let’s stay.”
It didn’t matter how many times John had rehearsed this in head. He was still anxious as Sherlock walked back into the flat.
The detective eyed him a moment, then walked over to his chair. Before John could react, Sherlock was on one knee in front of him, pulling the box out from he’d tucked it between his leg and the chair.
Flushing, John looked down at him. “What are you doing?”
“Proposing. Obviously. Will you marry me, John?”
“But…I was going to ask you.”
“Come now, John. All you have to do is say yes.”
“Yes. You arsehole.”
Smiling, Sherlock took the ring from the box and put it on his own finger before leaning up to kiss him.
