Not Sweetheart

Independent Gwen Cooper from BBC's Torchwood

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(That OOC / Munday update no one asked for?)

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Things learnt today:

I am super cute

My friends are the best and also super cute

Team Glasgow is whole and better than your squad

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(That OOC / Munday update no one asked for?)

I’m tired and my new job is demanding and... ugh, but I need it. I’ve also got family drama thanks to my irresponsible pregnant sister. I’m going to queue most of my things probably from now on. I really think that will help me learn to pace myself and not get overwhelmed as replies pile up but I’m working on some new muses and really excited and even confident about them. I’m working til late tonight but I’ll be on Discord and finally getting some writing done after. Jack, Aiden, and Raptor get a special shout-out for being awesome and believing in me ‘cause I couldn’t do this otherwise, honestly. Wish me luck. I love you all.)

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so this is kind of an OFFICIAL REQUEST POST

I ( along with my talented writing friends @torchwoodstheorist, @heartmeasured , @wcrldswithin, & @purgatorying ) am seeking someone who would be interested in playing the final role of Torchwood Glasgow: 

Greer Murdoch/the Godtier

I have been overwhelmingly amazed by the interest and love for the characters I created to serve with Lukas at T2 in Glasgow. My friends aren’t just writing my characters, they’re making them their own and giving them lives I hadn’t even considered and I am so blessed to know such creative people.

But our team is not complete!

Greer works as the Archivist and PR representative for Torchwood Glasgow. He is a tenacious Scot filled with wit and sass and a general disdain for their line of work, but a loyalty to his team and to the world to continue. 

Along the way, Greer becomes a body-host to an ancient alien that was once locked in the Torchwood Archives. Calling himself the Godtier, the being is a separate consciousness from Greer; filled with innocence, curiosity, and cosmic ability beyond what anyone has ever seen.

Reference information for Greer and Torchwood 2 can be found [HERE] and I along with all of the other team members am eager to work with anyone interested in portraying him.

It promises to be a helluva lot of fun!

If you’re interested, feel free to shoot me an ask or an IM. 

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fixedxpoint:

   “I will.” Jack replied with his hold still strong. He loosened his arms slowly before she was free to go whenever she pleased. His heart went out for her a million times over, his entire being wishing that there was some way to change this moment. “Maybe y’should rest. My cot’s open, fresh blankets and pillows, if y’re not up t’goin’ back home.”

She didn’t think anything could feel worse than loss itself, the helpless desperation, anger, grief, and not knowing how to move on; but what settled over her now was a numbness that was almost frightening. “I don’t want to go home,” she admitted easily enough, not sure she’d be able to face the flat again any time soon. Admitting she didn’t want to be alone at all seemed pathetic and Gwen figured she could forgo the offered nap in favour of company and a good distraction, she’d just be extra careful with decisions as to not allow her tired mind to make mistakes that could make things worse... if that were possible. “Things are still bad out there,” she said quietly. “Give me something to do, some way to help.” 

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we’ll meet again… won’t we?

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(That time Eve Myles looked like more of a vampire on Torchwood than she does in the entire ‘Eat Local’ film, probably)

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everybodyelsedying:

“I’m not as naive as you think. My biggest problem is still not speaking English as well as I would like,” Ashildr said softly. “I can settle for being needed and not loved, not like that.” 

It was a disappointment. She had hoped for a better answer, but she also knew that things weighed on Gwen, things she had still only told Ashildr the very tip of. Ashildr took her hand. 

“I can be a distraction, Gwen, or I can be your friend. I think I would just benefit from knowing how it is you want me in this moment.” 

It was probably shameful, how badly she wanted to be needed, how keeping Ashildr safe and secret from the rest of the world had given her a sense of purpose while she’d struggled through all her grief and uncertainty.

Having her hand held and accepted meant a lot to her but the words that followed the gesture essentially just rephrased the question Gwen still wasn’t prepared to answer. “I don’t know what I want.” But that wasn’t good enough. “I know I wouldn’t be where I am if it wasn’t for you. I know the thought of losing you makes me feel sick. And I think you deserve better than someone who can’t make up her mind but, if I think of you leaving, with anyone else... I dunno, I’m sorry, Ashildr, I’m so selfish. I’m stupid.” 

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As odd as it had been to see Ashley off, Seoras had been looking forward to this employee swap thing. Having a fresh pair of eyes might help the team catch issues they’d never noticed before. It would be nice to know what their colleagues in Cardiff were like. And, in all honesty, it would be nice to meet someone new who they didn’t have to lie to about their job.

So when they spotted an unfamiliar head of dark hair at what was usually Ashley’s desk, they jogged down the steps to greet her with a smile.

“Hiya,” they said, holding out a hand. “You must be Gwen Cooper. Seoras Lennox.” They put their other hand on their chest, over the t-shirt emblazoned with THEY/THEM/THEIRS in large letters. They tended to wear it on days when somebody new showed up to work. Not that that happened often.

“I work just over there,” they said with a nod towards their desk. “You finding everything all right? Not too knackered from the drive up?”

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It was nice to start putting faces to the names she had. Maybe the briefing Lukas gave her between arguments and 80′s pop songs on the way gave Gwen a bit of an unfair advantage; she was still prepared to use the information she had in order to seem more prepared because, well, she was not in any way qualified to stand in for Doctor Ashley Haywood. She’d been assured this was more of an experiment, a fun team-bonding thing and not a nightmare scenario that would shove an alien scalpel into her hand without instruction. She’d also been warned that Lukas was very- ridiculously, in her opinion -protective of his team. 

He’d mentioned Seoras’ preferred pronouns, moved on to a word of caution about explosives at Camille’s station, and then circled back to Seoras twice. Gwen was allowed to think whatever she wanted but, if she misgendered them aloud, Lukas would kill her- or do whatever that unpleasant Swedish word had actually implied. 

Honestly, learning, accepting, and respecting that there were more than two genders was a really simple thing in comparison to studying alien artefacts and trying to make assumptions about their goals and cultures. Gwen wasn’t bothered and she was certain the right words would come naturally with a little time. In fact, the whole non-binary thing was not even the most intersting thing about Seoras Lennox. Although they were clearly about as proud of that t-shirt as Gwen was of her engagement ring, there was the desk to consider. She’d glanced at the set up during Lukas’ initial tour of the base and made a few deductions. 

Although Seoras presented themself in a way Gwen would have considered more stereotypically masculine, this was one of many observations she would wisely keep to herself, along with the cups of coffee she’d counted Lukas indulging in well before noon. 

“Gwen Cooper,” she took the offered hand with her best smile, a bit forced and professional at first until it widened into something more genuine, the gap between her front teeth on full display. “I.... yeah.” Seoras didn’t need to know she and Lukas had spent the night in a terrible hotel room, fighting over one bed and very little warmth. Their leader normally did the drive in one straight shot and that would have had Gwen exhaused enough to sleep through the duration of the employee swap. She’d count her blessings quietly and move on. 

“I dunno if he’s told you, though...” Best to get this out of the way now. “I’m helping, I’m really excited to help but I’m not, well, Ashley. I mean, I was a cop...” 

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“I’m really sorry for calling in such a hurry, Gwen, I am.” Jake had stopped crying a while ago, but his voice was still hoarse. “But I needed to talk to somebody, and… I dunno. You’ve always listened.”

It all seemed a bit mental now, looking back at it. His mind felt glazed. Only half-aware. None of it seemed like it was really happening; he was just dreaming, and he’d wake up at home – his proper home – in London with another nightmare to brush off his shoulders.

“I don’t know if this is the wrong universe or the right one, or if I just came at the wrong time. But I was so scared of going and seeing him again, and now – I won’t.” He wiped a hand over his dry eyes. It was habit at this point. “I met his wife, though. He got married. She was… I can see how they suited each other. Just good people.”

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Listening was always easy enough. It was trying to fix things most likely beyond repair that got complicated. Gwen didn’t need to ask for clarification, though. Not many ‘he’s got that sort of reverence when Jake Simmonds spoke.

She’d heard the news recently and now mentally kicked herself for not thinking to phone Jake and check on him first. “Yeah,” she agreed, needing a moment to find the right words but wanting him to know she agreed and that she was there for him.

Gwen had been at that wedding and, though she didn’t know Mickey Smith very well, she had Jack’s stories and Martha’s: nothing but good and funny things. Now wasn’t the time to act as an authority on the subject, however; she would be the friend who listened and who stayed as long as necessary tonight. “I’m in the car now, Jake,” she said, friendly but with enough urgency to convey a strong suggestion rather than a passing fact. “I’ll come to you. Where are you?” 

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give me an apocalyptic hateship // it’s the end of the world, and muse a and muse b are the only two people alive, and they hate each other, but it’s either stick together or face the apocalypse alone. and slowly they start to do little intimate things like holding each other while they sleep, etc., but only at night when they’re feeling really vulnerable, and the darkness hides them from the world. and they have this unspoken agreement that they never talk about those intimate moments, but go right back to hating each other afterward/in the morning. bonus points if they finally give in to their unwanted feelings because they think the end is near, and almost immediately they run into more survivors. can be any kind of apocalypse.

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theotherlethbridgestewart:

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” Lilia shot back as she grabbed hold of the brunette’s arm and pointed towards the up coming corner, “Due to its size it can’t make sharp turns, that much I did see in wing when I had it cornered. And thank you for admitting it.” Lilia looked back and saw it gaining. “I know people. I would have rang my mother, she is part of a government organisation that deals with aliens.” 

“Name’s Lilia by the way!” 

“Gwen.” Supplying her name on a polite instinct was simple enough. But it was a trickier question- whether or not it would be wise at this point to divulge that she was also an adult who knew a thing or two about aliens. 

Considering Lilia’s observation and the implication of a new plan, Gwen kept still and faced a realisation she didn’t like. They could trick the creature and trap it. They’d keep the city safe but then it would be out of her hands. Willing to bet she already knew the answer, Gwen sneaked a peek back the way they’d come from, perhaps just as an excuse not to meet the girl’s eyes as she asked, “Lilia, what’s your last name?”

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@twatisms replied to your post: @twatisms replied to your post: ...

I ALWAYS TYPE IN CAPITAL LETTERS WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

(HOW DO I KNOW WHEN YOU’RE REALLY PASSIONATE OR REALLY ANGRY, THEN?)

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@twatisms replied to your post: (Who has three blogs, two days off, and a terrible...

THE LIVES OF CAPTAIN JACK. I’VE ONLY LISTENED TO THE JACKIE STORY BUT IT’S GREAT

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Lives of captain jack because I want a review haha. But I’d say listen to audios while alternating between replies and icons.

(Okay. That’s two votes, plus the word of someone who recommends a thing in all capital letters. I do love Jack {and Jackie}. I really can’t concentrate on more than one thing at a time but maybe this and icons if I’m lucky. Thank!)

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(Who has three blogs, two days off, and a terrible one-track mind that can’t do all the things I want to within that time? THIS GIRL. Does Anybody want to help me sort out priorities? S2 of Sense8, S2 of Supergirl, Cathing up on Wolf 359 and Night Vale, Torchwood; Outbreak, The Lives of Captain Jack, organising the multimuse, new icons, and, of course, replies ?) 

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warricrhearted:

She was right if she thought she was in trouble. Owen was very glad that he did in fact have a maid, otherwise he’d be getting Gwen to clean this up on her own. After all, it was her mess, she had to clean it up. Taking a step forward, he rose a brow, smiling menacingly.

“Y’dont want me to touch that? But what if I wanna? What if I wanna rub it all over your face, huh?” Stepping closer again, his head tilted just a little. He had no food in the general area of where his arms could reach, which meant he needed to keep walking forward until he was close enough to grab something.

The existance of a maid was not confirmed aloud but Gwen figured she could take her chances as it was too much fun to resist at this point. It was a happy and hilarious accident but they’d gotten drunk together so many times, she really should have just chucked some ice cream at him ages ago. 

She sidestepped, trying to get between him and the Chinese takeaway but prepared to leap back if she was too late. There really wasn’t a plan beyond this. “You’re buying if we have to order more,” she resolved with a giggle, knowing she could have done better with both wit and physical intimidation but far too amused to care. It was nice for a change. 

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imjustanauthor:

“Should have asked where I was going before you agreed to drive me, mate.” John replied with a cheeky grin, just managing to resist childishly sticking his tongue out at Gwen. Thank God she’d actually agreed to this though, because John had no other way of getting home other than the train - and he hated the train.

“So, are we nearly there yet?” He asked. Unfortunately for Gwen, John could very much be a child during car journeys.

“I made an assumption, John, because no decent person asks someone to drive them over Severn Bridge. Cabs won’t even leave the city.” Sure the reasoning would just go over her friend’s head regardless, Gwen collected herself and took a deep breath to finish. “And, no, we’re not. We’re still in South Wales.”