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Blitzø pre-crystal texting Moxxie when Stolas randomly shows up at the office 😂

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Yall.

I'm laughing.

Tim's brother tagged him in this on Facebook. I never thought I'd see a post turn Bobby Nash's death into an Easter post but damn, it's actually really fitting.

But also, please remember that Tim is a real person with a real family that sees these awful things you say online.

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just got flashbanged by this facebook post wtf

had to do a double take and check if it was just a facebook post posted on tumblr or smthn because i don’t even interact with ac stuff on there

domino’s was so real for this tho (even tho i hate their pizzas srry…)

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If ever there was a character in sci-fi television who straddled the fine line between rogue and romantic, swashbuckler and survivor, it’s Captain Jack Harkness—a walking paradox in a leather coat, all charm and buried heartbreak. Introduced in *Doctor Who’s* first modern season, Jack didn’t so much walk into the story as saunter in with a grin, a glint in his eye, and a plan to hustle the Doctor and Rose Tyler out of their time tech. Of course, it didn’t go quite that way. The Ninth Doctor saw right through his con, Rose was intrigued, and fans? We were instantly hooked.

Born Javic Piotr Thane on the Boeshane Peninsula in the 51st century—one of those impossibly grim places *Who* likes to drop in its character backstories—Jack grew up in a war-torn future and made a name for himself as the first from his region to join the Time Agency. But somewhere along the way, something was erased, quite literally. Whole chunks of his memory were stolen, leaving behind a sharp-tongued flirt who masked his disorientation with bravado. If the Doctor is the universe’s compass, Jack is its weathervane—always shifting, adapting, smiling through the storm.

But what made Jack *important* wasn’t his flirtation with everyone with a pulse (though let’s be honest, that helped). It was what happened after he died. Gunned down by Daleks, Jack was resurrected by Rose Tyler in her “Bad Wolf” goddess phase—infusing him with life, but also cursing him with immortality. You’d think living forever would be a gift. *Doctor Who*, always cleverer than it lets on, flips that on its head. Jack’s immortality becomes his burden, his isolating scar, and more importantly, a storytelling masterstroke. The Doctor, disturbed by this fixed point in time, bails—something many fans (and the character himself) never quite forgave.

Stranded in the 200,100s and time-hopping with a vortex manipulator held together by duct tape and desperation, Jack missed his target era by a century and wound up waiting. Literally. From the 19th century to the 21st, he lingered in the long shadow of the Doctor, watching history unfold with the patience of a man who could not die. This stretch of lonely time is what quietly forged him. By the time we meet him again in *Torchwood*, he’s no longer just the cheeky con man; he’s the immortal leader with blood on his hands, regrets in his eyes, and a silent question lingering: *Who am I without the Doctor?*

It’s not an accident that Jack became one of the most enduring figures in the *Doctor Who* universe. Behind the scenes, Russell T Davies, ever the master of character-driven genre writing, saw in John Barrowman a rare screen presence—part Errol Flynn, part tragic Byronic hero. Jack had flair, yes, but also emotional gravity. He joked like a sitcom character, fought like a soldier, and carried the ache of a man who’s lost too much. Davies wisely spun him off into *Torchwood*, a messier, more adult sandbox where Jack could fully unravel. And unravel he did, especially in “Children of Earth,” where we saw the price of immortality laid bare with unflinching cruelty.

Jack is *Who*’s Han Solo, its Dorian Gray, its Peter Pan with a death wish. He’s flirted with the Doctor, fought beside him, been rejected by him, and still saved the Earth more times than we can count. He’s the kind of character who can go toe-to-toe with Time Lords and still feel more *human* than most of them. And that’s the paradox. He began as a con artist with no memory and no allegiance. He became the man who outlived empires, timelines, and every person he ever loved. In a universe of sonic screwdrivers and regenerating aliens, Jack Harkness stands tall as the one thing even the Doctor couldn’t predict: a man who remembers *everything*.

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Ah, the blissful, sun-soaked days of May! 🌸🌴 With him, not only am I stuck on this island for good, but in fact, I'll make sure my handsome, grumpy old man is not going anywhere either! Sorry, people—he's all mine now. 😈😍

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Ziggy’s Rocking Reviews via Facebook: Sam Fender – Hypersonic Missiles Tour The Fox Theater, Oakland April 10, 2025 The Warm-Up: Young Jesus These guys came out swinging like a “dog spotting a squirrel”– all raw energy and soulful yelps. Their slide guitar whined better than I do when the treat jar’s just out of reach. The crowd was into it, nodding along like, “Yeah, we feel you, bro.” Main Event: Sam Fender When Sam hit the stage, the place erupted like a kibble bag bursting open. That man’s voice is somewhere between a foghorn and an angel – in the best way possible. 🐾 Highlights –“People Watching” - Had me and everyone else dancing on their paws. 🐾 –“Seventeen Going Under” – The entire crowd screamed the lyrics like they were personally fighting their teenage demons right there in the pit. –“Dead Boys” – Heavy. Quiet. Then BOOM 💥 – the kind of song that makes humans wipe their eyes and pretend they’ve got dust in them. –The Sax 🎷Solos – WHERE DID THAT COME FROM? One minute it’s rock, the next it’s a full-on ‘80s movie 🎥 montage and I am HERE FOR IT. Best Crowd Moment: When everyone sang along to “Hypersonic Missiles” like it was the last song they’d ever hear. Chills. (And not just because someone spilled their beer🍺 near my paws.🐾) Final Rating: 5/5 BONES! 🦴🦴🦴🦴🦴 Sam Fender live is like a really good walk– it leaves you exhausted, emotionally spent, and already planning the next one. — Ziggy 🐕‍🦺🐾 Concert reviews with a paw-sitive spin! P.S. If Sam ever needs a hype dog for sax 🎷solos, I’M AVAILABLE. (Treats negotiable.)

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I will get up & leave the room, I dont want to hear such disrespect