#c. jack

[galacticforces]

[[ semi-plotted started for @ourcwnside

The Hundred Guineas Club was, if nothing else, somewhere where his 'colleagues' at Torchwood couldn't follow him. And it certainly didn't lessen the appeal that the place was full of wealthy men all interested in a good time. This one in particular, with bright fluffy hair and cream suit, must have especially filthy interests, because he'd never seen him pair up with anyone, and sue him, but Jack was curious.

"Hi there," he said, sliding up next to him at the bar with a wide smile already firmly in place. "I saw your dancing. Very nice. I don't know if I've ever seen someone quite so enthusiastic."

[chorusgirls]

LEVEL 3 of the faceless ship, along the curve of the room ╱ ANNA + JACK ( @8blud )

she’s blinded by the flashing colours of a chewed-up heart, the club lights refracting her vision into a kaleidoscope of indigo, plum, and cherry. colours they had once seen so rarely in the taiga, reserved for the garnished edges of dinner plates and silken innards of a closet, now spilling over in abundance. somehow it feels wasteful. frightening. like losing something down the drain. new york has always been strange, but no stranger than this here: where the world throbs, like living inside a bruise. ⸺ and how strange, that she should recognize him here. behind the mask, between outline and shadow, less a man and more the suggestion of one. they pause at the velvet crest of a booth, emptied save a man and the bottles he's unburdened. bass shudders the floor, and it takes anna with it, rattling something in her bones.

"may i sit with you?"

[ercdouken]

Fighting EX Layer - Cracker Jack Playthrough

[lessonduo]

Some dsmp reqs from twitter ^^

[painless-innit-colourful]

when the dream smp ends in a giant nuclear explosion

[thunderstruckcincerary]

happy pride month

[see-arcane]

3/4 of the Dracula cast, including side characters: -takes 10 pages of yammering to get around to making a single point-

Quincey Morris, King of Brevity, reading the situation for 0.5 seconds: Uh huh, cool. So where’s the blood going? 

Jack Seward, in tears, both from the Lucy issue and gratitude at not sitting through another corn metaphor for half an hour: I don’t fucking KNOW-- 

[ryllen]

Try to pull him for the fifth time, ended up shoved to Jack SSR instead

[psykopaths]

Ninja Scroll, (1993)

[luluisoff]

[aro-throughyourchest]

I wasn’t kidding btw bro MEANT IT he even remembered the name he used for it

[galacticforces]

Jack Harkness

Name: Javic Piotr Thane

Race: mostly human

Birthday: 4.32.5094, Immortal

Gender: boyflux, pronoun indifferent, defaults to he/him

Orientation: omnisexual aromantic polyamorous

Appearance: 6’ 0", brown hair, blue eyes

Hometown: Boeshane Peninsula

Family: Franklin Thane (father), Gray Thane (brother), Alice Sangster (daughter), Stephen Sangster (grandson)

Native language: Armenian

Jack grew up in a human colony in the 51st century with his parents and brother, but after his brother was taken and his father was killed in an alien attack, he ran away and joined the Time Agency, where he first assumed the identity of a young soldier named Captain Jack Harkness. He used that alias for much of his life. After losing two years of memories, he deserted the agency to run cons and eventually became a companion to the Doctor. He died in a battle against daleks, but was resurrected and made immortal by the power of the time vortex, wielded by Rose Tyler.

He returned to Earth and decided to just wait for the Doctor, and after being discovered by Torchwood and used by them for many years, he rose up to the position of running Torchwood 3. He did find the Doctor again, but wasn’t able to get any answers about his immortality. He eventually left Earth and after many, many years, became the Face of Boe.

Faceclaim: John Barrowman

verses

[sethdomain]

dsmp war cat is so back

[paragal]

Clingyduo discovers fun

[cpg123-rewritten]

Epic Mickey Fans: We're so glad Epic Mickey is returning!

D!sney: And you have us to thank, right?

Epic Mickey fans:

[meyerlansky]

guess who can hit their target at night!