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#006. UNSEELIE. a single muse carrd template .

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Okay Absent Friends leak but can we talk about what's on some of the other pages that you can just read if you flip the pics and squint real hard cos I feel like I'm losing my mind here in a corner.

Page 33 we have the Doctor's "I know you like each other" and Ianto's "I love him" but then voila page 34

DOCTOR And I know him (something, something I can't read this sorry) IANTO You don’t understand… (more unreadable) DOCTOR (something) IANTO Every time he dies a bit of me dies too. I would never (hurt?) him. DOCTOR I see. I’ve not played this right have I. IANTO No. DOCTOR I should stop showing off and save the world. IANTO That would be best. DOCTOR After all that’s what a real hero would do.

FX: He reaches for the door. It does not open.

DOCTOR No! I can’t open it! Augh! IANTO And now you’re just an angry man shouting at a door.

And then page 53 just after Jack realises he's not talking to the real Doctor we get another scene.

INT. CORRIDOR (okay I can't the first couple lines but...) IANTO (unreadable) can you? JACK No… It doesn’t matter. IANTO It does matter. JACK Not now. I wanted to say something. IANTO Okay. JACK I love you. IANTO You… what? JACK (echo) I LOVE YOU. It’s what you want to hear. IANTO Sir JACK (louder in volume, not shouting) I love you. IANTO (unreadable) I can almost see this thing- JACK (Enjoy?) the moment. IANTO “(Enjoy?) the moment.” That’s what you said to Tosh by the (unreadable) bouncy castle.

JACK (louder) I love you.

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Jack talking about Ianto on the Torchwood Archive <3<3<3

i got it from this link <3

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I'm in love with the fact that someone took photos of the Torchwood: Absent Friends script and leaked them ♥️ I don't know if these are from the ebay listing (which I think trying to sell it for £500 is really shitty) but either way, I'm glad someone posted these 😘

the absent friends script was apparently leaked on an e-bay auction that was ended by the seller. more photos in a reblog

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This 👆

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The Samantha Lestrade-Holmes Chronicles: Trouble (part 1) (part 2)

Greg is worried when their daughter starts hanging around with a mysterious boy so informs his husband. "How dangerous?" Mycroft asks his husband. "Well ..." "Gregory." A knock on the office door interrupts whatever Greg was about to say. "Come in." "Mr Holmes, you need to see this." Anthea says seriously, placing the laptop down on the desk. Greg moved round to the other side of the desk to see what's on the laptop. It's from a CCTV camera on a building pointing down to a back alley. The CCTV footage shows Samantha robbing a man at gun point before she points the gun at the CCTV camera and fires; destroying the camera. "Jesus Christ. What are we going to do, Myc?" Greg asks in shock. "As usual, we're going to fix it, my dear." Mycroft replies, closing the laptop. ... The pair track their daughter on multiple CCTV cameras as they drive through London, finally stopping at her final location. Mycroft sees his daughter and her new 'boyfriend' coming out of a shop, laughing and playfully shoving each other. Before Greg can even react, Mycroft is out of the car and standing in front of it. "Samantha Lestrade-Holmes, get over here right now!" He yells to his daughter; who immediately spins round to look at her father. "Is that your dad?" The boy next to her asks in confusion. "Yeah, and that means I'm in serious shit." Greg follows Mycroft's lead and steps out of the car as well. "Samantha, you heard your Papa, get over here right now! Or I'll have you arrested!" "What?" Both Samantha and Mycroft reply at the same time. "You heard me." Greg replies, still glaring at his daughter. "You wouldn't dare, Dad." Samantha yells, storming over to her Dad and Papa. "You wanna bet, kid? You stole my gun and used it in a robbery. And there's CCTV footage of it." Greg replies, his arms folding across his chest. "Yeah, but nobody got hurt. Just get Papa to erase the footage." "That can be ..." Mycroft starts, only to be interrupted by Greg. "No." "Dad, you can't be serious!" "You need to learn, Samantha. One day me and your Papa won't be around to fix your shit anymore. And then who will you call to bail you out? Him?" Greg replies, pointing at the boy Samantha has been with. "Gregory, be reasonable ..." "No, we've bailed her out enough times, Mycroft. She needs to learn that actions have consequences. I'm taking you to Scotland Yard. Let's go." "Papa, please ..." The girl cries, reaching out to Mycroft. Mycroft goes to comfort his daughter but Greg tone is firm. "Get in the car, Samantha." "Papa ..." "Do as you're told, Samantha." Mycroft replies, because deep down he knows his husband is doing the right thing. Samantha looks so broken as she walks round to the back of the car, that Mycroft has to turn away and hide his face. ... They pull up at Scotland Yard and Greg escorts his daughter to booking. "Detective Inspector, what's going on?" The officer behind the counter asks in confusion. "My daughter stole my gun and used it in a robbery, nobody was killed but it's time she learnt her lesson." After giving the officer Samantha's details, the officer escorts the girl to the cells. "Mycroft, we did the right thing, didn't we?" Greg asks suddenly, his shoulders sagging as he begins to sob. "At first, I wasn't sure, Gregory. But you're right. She needs to learn. Maybe this will change her behaviour." Mycroft replies softly, pulling his husband into his arms. "I'm sorry. I undermined you and went behind your back." Greg sobs into Mycroft's chest, wrapping his arms round his husband. "No, Gregory, you did what needed to be done. And I should have never doubted you. Samantha needs us to be united in our decisions and I tried to contradict yours today. I'm the one who should be sorry." "We'll pick her up in the morning, yeah?" "I'll have it cleared and ready, right away. I'll convince them to let her off with a warning." "I love you." Greg replies, lifting his head to kiss his husband. "And I love you, Gregory. And we'll sort our daughter out together." Mycroft replies, grabbing Greg's hand and walking him out of the station.

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They knew each other once.

(”You’ve had your fun, my friend.)

(”Do I know you?”)

A long, long, long time ago.

(”There’s something I want to say.”)

(”You’re not going to say goodbye.)

It took them fifteen hundred years.

(”Afghanistan or Iraq?)

(”Sorry?”)

But they did find each other again.

(”I’ll see you then.”)

(”Looking forward to it.”)

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Merlin Reincarnation AU

In which Arthur is contacted by an annoyingly good-looking loony called Merlin who keeps trying to convince him that he is the legendary King Arthur. Arthur would tell the idiot to leave him alone but he really is easy on the eyes…

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Merlin AU where Merlin meets a familiar face. (this is a classic one, i know~)

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Merthur AU → “I think I’ve found him.”

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Don’t say we have come now to the end  White shores are calling You and I will meet again And you’ll be here in my arms Just sleeping 

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Mystrade Short Fic - The Apple Crumble

Mycroft would easily consider himself to be an expert on most topics. If it was a new skill that he needed to acquire such a learning a language, Mycroft could pick up the basics within a matter of hours. Mycroft knew that he could turn his hand to most activities, he could speak several languages fluently, he was an accomplished fencer, he could somehow manage to look after Rosie and successfully fulfil his uncle duties. He had discovered that he could simultaneously deal with a potential world and governmental crisis over the phone while having to deal with a fussy toddler who refused to go for a nap.  

There was more flour on the countertops and his apron than in the bowl, there was an ever-growing pile of dishes in the sink. There were two previous attempts of the recipe that he was he attempting to make in the bin. He had somehow managed to burn himself and cut his finger when he was dealing with the apples. Mycroft wondered why Greg had even put up with the cooking or why he willingly did it, it was just so much easier to have a cook or just to sustain themselves on take away.

Mycroft never thought that making an apple crumble could be so difficult,  it was so much easier to deal with a potential economic crisis and he would have preferred to deal with the Prime Minister than making a pudding. He did not even know why he even considered making one in the first place, it would have been much easier to surprise Greg with a weekend away to the countryside or to have just bought him a watch, it would have been less messy.

The crumble had been a recipe of Greg’s mother, it was always a staple in the house, served up for Christmas and on Sunday lunches among with special occasions. It was impossible for Greg not to talk about it with a smile creeping upon his face as cherished memories of lunches with his large family that ended with crumble topped with ice cream or custard.  It made perfect sense to make a crumble, it seemed like the least that he could do for Greg, it would be the perfect way to thank him for putting up for him.

Mycroft knew that he was a difficult man to be with and he still could not understand why one Gregory Lestrade was willingly wanting to be with him and how he had managed to cope with being in a relationship with him for several months.  He did like to subscribe to the theory that Greg had gone mad from working with his brother over the years or that he had spent far too much time around Sherlock’s experiments.

The two of them had known another for years, conversations would be had in the back of black cars or in hospital cafes at the start and revolved around Sherlock. It soon progressed to asking about each others days and political gossip as they shared smokes under the shelter of an umbrella against the rain. It had been a surprise when Greg had asked him out for dinner five months ago, they had a meeting in the Diogenes, Greg had been there to drop off case files and for a chat which had become a recent addition. It was as Greg left, he asked him out for dinner. He had been taken by surprise and did not understand his intentions until Greg had grabbed him by his lapels and kissed him, the only thing that Mycroft could do was kiss him back, it was the only polite response and he did not know when he would have the opportunity to do so again.

They had only been together for a few months and Mycroft never thought that happiness was possible. He knew that he was not easy to be with, relationships had never been his expertise. Greg had been kind and patient, he seemed intent to melt the thick stone walls and the ice that he thought that he had inside of his heart. He introduced the concepts of lazy evenings spent on the sofa watching films and cuddling and the Sunday morning lie-in and breakfast in bed, and sleepy morning sex to his life. Greg seemed to understand his work schedule, his own was almost as demanding. Mycroft tried to accommodate Greg into his work-life balance, he had started to work from home more often, Rosie had been the main reason for  the change in working habits but Greg seemed to appreciate it.

He had tried to think of the best way to repay Greg for his kindness and his large heart and making a crumble seemed to be the best thing to do. HE had considered everything under the sun but nothing seemed good enough to gift Greg. Mycroft wanted something to come from the heart and Greg had always been rather sentimental about hand made gifts. He loved Rosie’s scrawlings in crayons which were proudly handed to him with sticky fingers and he always made such a fuss over her and showered her with praise.  

Mycroft congratulated himself on his crumble as he placed it into the oven. It had taken three attempts to make one, it had to be perfect for his Gregory. Mycroft tried to hide his sigh as he inspected the crumble through the glass door of the oven. He knew that it would not be enough to repay him no matter how good the crumble was.

He had been tempted to say those three words, they had threatened to slip out on occasion when Mycroft least expected it. He had done extensive research and he had come to the conclusion that he was in love.  As much as he wanted to say it, Mycroft was nervous. He did not know how to say it. He did not know how to say them first, he had never done it before.  He knew that it was not just another relationship: Greg practically lived in his flat once he caught a glimpse of his empty fridge and Mycroft had been more than willing to adjust his working hours for him, he had never wanted to do that before for his previous attempts of relationships in the past.

He hoped that the crumble would be able to show Greg how much he cared. If Mycroft was lucky, it would be able to suggest to Greg that he loved him. It would never be enough, but his nerves would never allow him to say those three words.

“What on earth has happened to your kitchen?” Followed the noise of Greg’s footsteps and the soft click of the door. “Looks like a bomb has gone off in here.”

Mycroft straightened up and tried to brush off the flour off his trousers. “How was your day?” Mycroft asked, as he happily accepted the kiss that Greg had placed on his lips. He immediately started the process of making tea, he felt that needed to reward himself for his efforts in the kitchen with a mug of well-sugared tea. It would hopefully motivate him to attend to the large pile of dishes in the sink.

Greg shrugged off his coat and his bag and threw them on a kitchen chair. “Your brother is a bloody idiot but brilliant. We did manage to get wrapped up early because of him though,” he said, his expression was of amusement. “I never thought that I would see you in an apron. What have you been cooking?”

Mycroft shuffled awkwardly on his feet and he kept his eyes on the kettle. “It’s a crumble, an apple crumble,” Mycroft murmured, almost shyly. “I thought that you could do with a treat, you have been so busy at work recently.”

He kept his back to Greg almost as if it could prevent the words from slipping out or his expression would give things away. While he knew that Greg had a large heart and gave lovely freely and without restraint, Mycroft was not sure that it applied to him. “Are you wanting tea or would you prefer coffee?” Mycroft asked nervously.

“I love you too, Mycroft Holmes,” Greg said suddenly, his voice full of certainly. He walked over and kissed him, an expression of tenderness was on his face. “I should have said something before, I didn’t want to scare you off. You don’t have to say it, I know that this is your Mycroftian way of doing things.”

Relief seemed to crash through Mycroft and he felt almost giddy, it was a rather momentous occasion.  He felt as if he should do something to celebrate such an important matter, but they ate the crumble that evening and Greg stayed over for the evening. It was a bit of an anti-climatic way of announcing a declaration of love, but in the best way,  as it was a rather tasty crumble.   Once again that evening as Greg had taken him to bed, Mycroft congratulated himself on his excellent decision to make a crumble and to have accepted Gregory Lestrade’s offer to go out with dinner with him five months ago. It was possibly the best decision that he had made.

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yes, sherlock. that’s what girlfriends/boyfriends do. and john clearly knows it.

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yes, sherlock. that’s what girlfriends/boyfriends do. and john clearly knows it.