jazzforthecaptain and I were talking about Jack Harkness meeting Twelve:
Frobisher ordered him killed. So Jack would go right after him, leading to a chase around the Tardis console.
And 12’s like “what the fuck is wrong with you? What the fuck do you think this is, a fucking maypole?”
Until Clara trips Jack so they can sit on him until 12 explains.
awabubbles replied to your post “If you ever want me to turn the language filter off and get me ranting…”
#don’t you think he looks tired, holy crap perfect tag
I got that from superwholockthecomic who said she got it from somewhere else, but yes, perfect tag.
awabubbles replied to your photo “I saw this sign at the mall today. It’s for an ultrasound place, but…”
reminds me of that monty python sketch, this woman gives birth and she asks if its a boy or a girl and the doctors like “it’s a little early to be shoving them into categories don’t you think!?” [or uh, something like that]
It’s a bit early for that, yeah. I though the same thing. I just started laughing when i saw it.
Can we just go ahead and change the title of Torchwood to “Gays and Space?”
there are no gay characters on torchwood and they aren’t in space
Bisexuals in Cardiff
that’s better
Pansexuals in Cardiff and Occasionally Other Places But We Don’t Talk About America
awabubbles replied to your post “moffat writes your life story as a movie, or never being able to write a story again”
prepare to become an oversexualized psychopath whose narrative is strongly dependent on a man 🙂 /the fate of moffat women
I… am actually okay with that. lol. If it means I get a badass moment or two.
I wrote awabubbles a birthday present::
One Night – Jack and Sam hook up outside a bar.
teaser below the cut
Jack could tell Sam Winchester wasn’t used to be picked up by men. But he also didn’t hesitate when Jack gave him his smile and suggested they retreat to the parking lot. Sam finished his beer and dropped money on the bar, following him out. The parking lot was barely lit and Jack had parked in one of the darker corners. He smiled and pushed Sam to lean back against the hood. “Why don’t you let me take care of you?” he asked, going to his knees on the gravel.
“I don’t usually do this sort of thing,” said Sam, bracing himself on the hood of the car.