Born of the Bad Wolf @51stwolfborn-archives-blog - Tumblr Blog

Posts

Captain Jack Harkness of the 51st Air squadron, American division, at your service. Born on...

Jack is know a side blog off Me.

#PSA

arkytiorforeman-archive-deactiv

Did someone say Barrowman in drag?

"… That’s my husband." "In drag." "Why am I not surprised." "Rassilon fucking dammit Jack."

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"In all fairness, beloved, I do look quite dashing."

God fucking damnit Jack…

arkytiorforeman-archive-deactiv

"You look better than my Grandfather, at least…" "Little too much makeup." "At least you didn’t steal my dress."

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"Oh no.. that's my dress dear, and that's the point of being a drag queen."

"Darling its not hard to look better than your grandfather in drag."

#arkytiorforeman

quortekcaluss-archive-blog

Whether it’s made in kettle or coffee maker, with one lump of sugar or a pack of splenda, I know that there is one thing a lot of people on Tumblr love and it’s tea!

So I’m going to be giving away the tea blends I made on Adagio, in thanks for following me!

Please visit this link to look at my tea blends!

As you can see, I made a bunch of teas based on my best rp buddies over the two years I’ve bee on Tumblr and I would like to share them with you!

I will have this up for probably two weeks? Who knows when that is. Knowing me, it might be longer.

The Rules!

Just reblogs, thank you! You may like it, but I’m putting this into a random number generator and if the number I pick is a like, I won’t choose that name.

Must be following me. C’mon. I’m loveable. Who wouldn’t want to follow me? JK. You can unfollow as soon as the give away is over, if it suits your fancy.

This must reach at least 20 notes before I really let it count for anything.

And please, RP blogs only! Sorry! It just makes things easier for me when I get to making my blends!

Blech. Got those out of the way.

And now for the best part! The rewards!

I will pick three winners!

All three will get a choice of a tea of their choosing from my blends.

And here’s the fun part! I will make a tea after your character! I will make a title card for you and create a blend that I feel suits your character!

Aaaaaaand I think that’s everything!

Thank you all so much for following me!

And happy Hunting!

Idris had traveled to the 40's, she was in a blue dress; her hair tugged up in curls; her lips lined with red lipstick. She was walking through the crowd of men; wolf whistling, she noticed a man with his back turned, she knew him some how. "Captain Jack Harkness." She smiled and raised her brow, taking a sip of her champagne. "Well isn't nice see you here." Idris said with a smile.

"Hello beautiful, do I know you?" He tipped his head to the lovely young woman.

#that-sexy-blue-box

arkytiorforeman-archive-deactiv

Did someone say Barrowman in drag?

"… That’s my husband." "In drag." "Why am I not surprised." "Rassilon fucking dammit Jack."

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"In all fairness, beloved, I do look quite dashing."

God fucking damnit Jack...

#arkytiorforeman

before 2013 ends inbox me one thing you’ve always wanted to know or say to me and i have to reply to all of them

Megan gave him a look that Clara would describe as 'the big, sad eyes'. She glanced briefly at the picture of the Doctor, back in his ninth face, him, Mickey, and Rose. "I remember taking that picture," she said softly. "I miss them too." Tentatively, she let her head rest on his shoulder.

He leaned his head over, resting it on hers and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "He will always be my Doctor.. you know?"

#guardian-of-a-timelord

timewarforgednine

Letters through Time

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack was silent, examining his fingers, before he looked up at the Doctor seriously. “One Condition.” He said, voice deadly serious. “If I do decide to come with you, you have to swear on Rose Tyler’s memory, that you won’t leave me behind again.”

He leaned forward, caramel eyes fixated on the time lord’s blue ones. “You have one chance. I won’t be left again, nor will i be second. Maybe I’m being selfish, but if you are going to insist I leave this dump, then…” He cut himself off and shook his head. “Swear it, and I’ll go with you.”

He wasn’t promising he’d stay, nor was he promising this would go back.. but as much as he was loathe to admit it.. he needed the Doctor. He needed to be around the skinny man and his damnable sexy accent and.. he jerked himself from that though process.

timewarforgednine

"I…" yes, he would swear. Or, he was about to. But sometimes he was a dense idiot who had to be slapped in the face with something to notice it, and right now, under the glare of a pair of eyes glowing in echoed shades of another entirely different set of eyes that had glowed to him…he lost all train of thought.

"Your eyes. Jack. Your eyes…" Springing off the couch and over the table setting the mess of items on it scattering to the floor, he got down on a knee in front of the man in the chair to examine what had been staring him in the face this entire time.

Only inches from those golden eyes he could do nothing more than stare, absorbing the implications. Bad Wolf. It had killed one girl. Left another without death. Just how much of it was in this man that had once been his friend? How much of that friend was left? Only one way to find out…

He swallowed heavily, pushing back from Jack before he gave him too tempting of a target to punch. Turning away, he announced to the room in general. “I swear.” Pivoting back around, now safely out of striking distance, he repeated it for good measure while staring into that pair of eyes that still set a shiver down his spine. “I swear not to abandon you again, Jack. On every regeneration left to me.”

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"Swear on Rose Tyler's memory." He bit out. He knew what the Doctor was talking about and it hit a nerve, causing a switch to flip. "Oh dear, you've discovered my secret.." His voice turned hard, mocking and his eyes flared. "You see... when I came back to life.. It was because Bad Wolf needed a host." There was a canid growl to his voice now.

He coughed, gold energy slipping from his lips to form a wolf that sat between them, tail wagging.

"тнєтα ѕιgмα, ℓαѕт ѕση σƒ тιмє, ∂σ уσυ кησω мє?" The voice that spoke was feminine and low with the growl to it.

Jack slid from the chair to kneel before the wolf, "Lady..."

"ѕнн.. му ∂αυgнтєя. αℓℓ ωιℓℓ вє тαкєη ¢αяє σƒ. ѕℓєєρ ησω, уσυя נσυяηєу ιѕ α ℓσηg σηє αη∂ ι мυѕт ѕρєαк ωιтн тнє ѕση σƒ тιмє." She nuzzled Jack who slid into unconsciousness. "ι ωιℓℓ нανє ωσя∂ѕ ωιтн уσυ, ѕση σƒ тιмє."

#timewarforgednine #v: letters through time

Megan carefully into the room and sat next to him. "You don't look okay," she said softly, not knowing how he'd react to her presence. "What's bothering you?"

"Just.. missing old friends." He turned and smiled at her. "That's all."

#guardian-of-a-timelord

"Jack?" Megan knocked cautiously on the doorframe, leaning on it a bit. "You... You okay?"

Jack looked up from the photo he was holding and set it down. "Yeah.. I'm alright."

#guardianofatimelord #guardian-of-a-timelord

timewarforgednine

Letters through Time

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack looked up, sadness in his ocher eyes and got up, slowly, moving toward his bedroom, pulling the notes from the other male out before sluggishly reentering the living room and dropping the notes on the side table beside the Doctor. “That is the first words I got from you in over a century. First time I knew that Rose died. Give me one reason.. Just one and maybe..” He didn’t finish that, throwing himself in the chair.

"I don’t know how I held out as long as I did.. Any other person would’ve given up when they realized the had been left for dead… Perhaps it was a foolish belief of a foolish man that kept me waiting around for you. " He dropped his head, studying his fingers. " 150 times… I’ve died for you 150 times in a hundred and five years, give or take. You do the math… There were longer tortures.. You hide very well.." He shook his head. "I don’t know why I bothered. You don’t need me… You never needed me. It was Rose you needed.. I was just the third wheel on the bicycle and don’t deny it.. even at the end..It was the Doctor and his Rose and then, Jack."

timewarforgednine

He didn’t even dare to deny it. He knew just how entrancing the pink and yellow girl had been to them both. She was there first. The first one who’d believed in this face, seen something in him besides the killer of his own species. How could he NOT fall for that in return? Fall into her innocence until it got her killed.

Jack…never really had a chance.

He’d tried. Oh how Jack had tried. Flirting with him at every chance. With Rose too. The fantasies the Doctor had entertained at that might have even had Jack blushing. But it was all lost now, and the both of them, sitting in this ruined shell of the apartment the Tylers once occupied, they were far too shattered to pick up the pieces. Weren’t they?

A heavy sigh echoed the room, sounding of defeat, and it took a couple of seconds for the Doctor to recognize it as his. “Look Jack. I do need you. I need you to live. I need the smiles. I need the teasing. You made us a team. Before that I was a silly old man chasing after a young blonde hoping for a bit of youth and showing off how impressive he was trying to be worthy of some unattainable thing. It took you to make it an adventure.”

"I’m not asking you to believe. Just. Come with me. If nothing else I can take you somewhere better than this. I owe you that. Please." Give me a chance. Even one I don’t deserve.

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack was silent, examining his fingers, before he looked up at the Doctor seriously. "One Condition." He said, voice deadly serious. "If I do decide to come with you, you have to swear on Rose Tyler's memory, that you won't leave me behind again."

He leaned forward, caramel eyes fixated on the time lord's blue ones. "You have one chance. I won't be left again, nor will i be second. Maybe I'm being selfish, but if you are going to insist I leave this dump, then..." He cut himself off and shook his head. "Swear it, and I'll go with you."

He wasn't promising he'd stay, nor was he promising this would go back.. but as much as he was loathe to admit it.. he needed the Doctor. He needed to be around the skinny man and his damnable sexy accent and.. he jerked himself from that though process.

#timewarforgednine #v: letters through time

timewarforgednine

Letters through Time

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"How long?" He asked quietly, gripping the arms of the chair he was sitting in. "How long has your goddess damned cowardice had you run? How long have you had the chance to play fairy god mother to Rose and.. and left me hanging." He surged up, his fist flying again. This time, it connected, right across his jaw.

"HOW LONG DID YOU DAMN ME FOR!?" He roared, eyes gold and angry.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I’VE SUFFERED IN YOUR NAME? DO YOU?!” He pushed the other man down, glaring at him with a bright topaz gaze. “I’ve died, I’ve been subjected to torture, all in your name.. What right do you have to run.. What right do you have to be here.. Now? When I had given up on you..” He slumped in the slumped in the chair face in his hands.

timewarforgednine

He was too shocked by the accusations, cut to the core, to react to the shoving in any other manner than to plop his sorry arse onto the couch, and even then he sat gaping while Jack got all fired in righteous indignation. Tortured? Died - again? How many times? How many years had it been for Jack? To get that answer…he’d have to give his own.

"I didn’t play fairy god mother. I gave her back to Jacky Tyler. I handed her precious girl over to her, broken. Dead. And yeah, then I ran. I ran so far and so fast and so hard that I’d never have to face yet another innocent dying at my hands. Not after all the others. She was supposed to be different. YOU were supposed to be different. My chance. My opportunity not to muck things up. I didn’t want you tortured! I didn’t want you dead! Either of you!!"

He was working slowly but surely back up from the well of self-hate to anger, and it showed in the escalation of his own voice to match the other man’s previous volume. “I’VE BEEN RUNNING FOR FIVE HUNDRED YEARS AND I STILL….STILL HAVEN’T FORGOTTEN!”

"Not the look on her face when she faced the daleks like an avenging goddess. Not the trust in yours when you left to meet impossible odds with such cocky joy. Not that one amazing kiss, given equally to us both. That gave me such hope! You…you were the glue that held us together. If you’ve given up … I’ve nothin’ left."

He had NO right to plead with him now. None at all to beg him silently to believe again. How dare he? Age old bastard time lord thief and running coward that he was…he still wanted Jack to believe in him again, impossibly thought somehow. Somehow he could earn his way back into this man’s life. He was a fool.

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack looked up, sadness in his ocher eyes and got up, slowly, moving toward his bedroom, pulling the notes from the other male out before sluggishly reentering the living room and dropping the notes on the side table beside the Doctor. "That is the first words I got from you in over a century. First time I knew that Rose died. Give me one reason.. Just one and maybe.." He didn't finish that, throwing himself in the chair.

"I don't know how I held out as long as I did.. Any other person would've given up when they realized the had been left for dead... Perhaps it was a foolish belief of a foolish man that kept me waiting around for you. " He dropped his head, studying his fingers. " 150 times... I've died for you 150 times in a hundred and five years, give or take. You do the math... There were longer tortures.. You hide very well.." He shook his head. "I don't know why I bothered. You don't need me... You never needed me. It was Rose you needed.. I was just the third wheel on the bicycle and don't deny it.. even at the end..It was the Doctor and his Rose and then, Jack."

#timewarforgednine #v: letters through time

timewarforgednine

Letters through Time

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"I wouldn’t know. The place was mostly empty when I bought it." He gave a half shrug, picking at the cloth on the chair. "Then let me rot, I wouldn’t be a threat or a burden to anyone, and Bad Wolf would die with me."

"Tell me why I should believe you? You…" He cut himself off, "It doesn’t matter." He looked at the Doctor, another lightning storm of gold going whild in his irises. "You have no idea the hell I’ve lived since you left me."

And how would he? Its not like the Doctor would’ve kept track of the immortal Captain, no way he could know of the death’s he’d died and the tortures and tests he’d endured, simply because death was no longer an option for him.

timewarforgednine

"I what? Left you? Jack - you died. And then you didn’t. You have to admit, that’s an anomaly, even for someone that sees anomalies all the blasted time.” He scrubbed at his head as if it would erase all the thoughts from that day, an entirely fruitless pursuit if ever there was one. He ended up with a reluctant, muttered confession instead. “I didn’t know what to do. I’d lost Rose. An you were this…impossible…timeless thing. Every single instinct in me screamed to run. That’s what I do, Jack! I run!”

He couldn’t sit here anymore. Naming the instinct had somehow given power to it, and he popped off the sofa to pace the room restlessly. Run. Don’t Run. He’d ruined this man. Run. And he might still save him. Don’t run.

Wasn’t his friend worth not running? Erupting into a growl of words, he flung out his hands, disgusted with himself. “I’m sorry Jack!” Repeated, much softer, revealing all the depth of regret he had for his cowardice that day. “I’m sorry.”

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"HOW LONG DID YOU DAMN ME FOR!?" He roared, eyes gold and angry.

"DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I'VE SUFFERED IN YOUR NAME? DO YOU?!" He pushed the other man down, glaring at him with a bright topaz gaze. "I've died, I've been subjected to torture, all in your name.. What right do you have to run.. What right do you have to be here.. Now? When had given up on you.." He slumped in the slumped in the chair face in his hands.

#timewarforgednine #v: letters through time

She nodded a little, sighing. "There's Jevon, if you want a J name... Matthias, Vansell, Antonin, Andred..." Susan listed, leaning back in the chair and glancing down at her stomach again, it starting to stick out just a bit more than the other week.

He wrapped his arms around her. "Eh.. I don't really like any of those..."

susans cheated on you and not with herself

"Excuse me? With whom then?"

avenginggirlscout-archive-deact

I like the view

"And here I thought you liked me beforeI turned into a six foot tall amazon,” Steph teases, looking around for her robe.

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

"Maple please." He stepped up, dipping his head to kiss her throat. "You dripped." He purred, tongue rasping on her throat.

avenginggirlscout-archive-deact

"Noted." She turns her head toward him as he steps toward her, a surprised look on her face when he leans down to kiss her throat. Her face goes up in flames, and he has her properly flustered in just a few moments with that tongue of his and the kiss.

"I - uh, didn’t drip - it sort of squirted at me?" Yeah, way to choose your words, kid.

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack laughed outright at that and kissed her mouth. "You still turn the most adorable shade of red."

#avenginggirlscout #v: xoxo captain

darexme-deactivated20150727

So… I have Clara-Itis.

51stwolfborn-archives-blog

Jack is always game (Mun is just slow)

Trending Blogs

Recently Viewed Blogs

Born of the Bad Wolf