People do not have moments of truth in station wai

-ting rooms. Hey guys! Chris here, he/him Torchwood and Pacific Rim blog. My main account is @peter-hughes-harmonies :) [I know. Tosh isn't in my header. It upsets me too.]

[torchwoodbutmostlyowen]

is it time for my regular 'Harriet and Gerald audio when' post yet

[xofemeraldstars]

[miapcain]

[thatsbelievable]

[betomad]

Allan Grant. 1944

[quietsubway]

for the fic

[crayfishcoffee]

revisited ye olde pacific rim fanart

[hermannsthumb]

hermann with a tattoo - yay or nay?

so another old ask, but last night @k-sci-janitor and I were talking about newt giving hermann a lil stick and poke tattoo in the lab after hermann confesses he’s always been curious about getting one 👀

[k-sci-janitor]

Might’ve done a comic of this??

[quietsubway]

for the fic

[parvulous-writings]

Time Together // David Stephens x Male!Reader

Request:   Hello! I was wondering if I could request David Stephens x (more specifically) male reader? Just for the fact that the prompt would be coming out/getting together with a bit of fluff? Maybe in the flat (or before the murder thing). If you don’t vibe with the prompt or anything about the request I totally get that, have a good day:)(sorry for requesting for him again)

Requested by: @peter-hughes-harmonies

Summary: The reader starts a relationship with David Stephens

Warnings: none :)

Words: 1.3K

Notes: Okay, so, this is my first time writing for a male reader, so I do apologise for any inaccuracies or dodgy writing- if I do portray anything inaccurately, please tell me, and I shall try to correct it in future! And don’t you dare apologise for requesting a character you love

I will, however, be apologising for the sporadic nature of this oneshot. It may feel like it hops back and forth a little (I don’t know, I am not very good at telling that kind of thing) This is because I wrote this during my mock exam period, and couldn’t really write in solid blocks like I normally do :) 

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David had never really been one for going out alongside Alex and Juliet, unless they forced him that was. He was a quiet man, who preferred the simpler things of life. He would much prefer to spend an evening curled up with a book than spend a night out on the town, on a pub crawl. You had found this out for yourself, actually, within the first two weeks or so of staying with him and his flatmates. Alex had asked you all if you wanted to go out for a night, and whilst Juliet had been all for it, you and David had respectfully declined the offer- both of you holding your ground as Alex teased you almost relentlessly.

“God, you two are so boring.” Alex sighed, dramatically rolling his eyes at the pair of you. “Boring is a rather relative term, Alex.” David replied, sighing quietly at his rather boisterous flatmate. “Oh, leave the pair of them.” Juliet stepped in before an argument could break out between the pair, shaking her head slightly at the butting of heads. “Let’s just go, or by the time we get to the pubs they’ll be shut!” She laughed, tugging on Alex’s arm gently. He quickly gave in to her, following her to the door of the flat with a little bit of a laugh. Thankfully the obnoxious sound faded quickly as the door shut behind them, leaving you and David in a peaceful, comfortable silence.

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[javic]

i love this stupid shirt so much

[themastergifs]

Go on then. Do it.

[jacksgreatcoat]

Can you imagine what the team thought when Jack showed up at the Hub with a random dinosaur and that guy that’s been stalking him and giving him free coffee?

[who-orders-pizza-under-torchwood]

The rest of the team watching Jack stroll in with a whole ass dinosaur:um, what you got there

Jack : a receptionist

[milfgwen-deactivated20210615]

felt morally obligated to make it

[funk8er]

this deleted scene from s2 .... owen *head in hands*

[suzie-costello]

mentally ill summer lookbook 

[rosecutietyler]

you were fantastic. absolutely fantastic.

[homophobictosh]

gif request meme | @iantojpg asked: favorite location

↳ that one railing at the medical area

[universe-on-her-shoulders]

Tosh and Jack decide to get ice cream after coming back from an undercover job, only to find the ice cream van is hiding aliens.

“Why,” Tosh complained, looking down at the dripping remains of what had, until five minutes prior, been her Mr Whippy ice cream with strawberry sauce, but now resembled a pink puddle of goo in a tub. “Does everything always have to be aliens with us?”

“Did you miss the memo? It’s kind of in the job description,” Jack quipped, shaking melted ice cream off his hands with disdain and then seizing a handful of paper napkins from the now-abandoned ice cream van’s counter and mopping ineffectually at the large white-and-blue streak down the side of his coat. “Do you reckon this’ll come out?”

“It’s dairy product and sugar, Jack, it’s hardly indelible.”

“Well, that’s something,” Jack sucked at a drip of sauce on his thumb, then groaned as he pulled out his gun and examined the grip, which was also smeared with electric-blue bubblegum sauce. “It’s all over my weapon - and I do mean literally, for once. I mean, there was this gun in a bar on Neptune who... never mind. Do you think Ianto can...”

“I think there’s very little Ianto can’t do,” Tosh muttered sourly. “This never happens when I go for ice cream with him, you know. Or Gwen. Or Owen. Just you.”

“Well, I guess I’m just lucky.”

“Or unlucky,” she raised her eyebrows. “You owe me another ice cream. Do you want to sort that out now, or shall I add it to the list? Because the list is now so long that I don’t think I’m going to need to go grocery shopping for at least three weeks if I pull in all those favours at once. Possibly four, if Ianto pulls in the apology pizzas as well.”

“I wasn’t aware you were keeping count.”

“Count?” Tosh raised an eyebrow. “I’ve got an itemised spreadsheet. Colour coded.”

“Of course you have,” Jack said with a groan. “Of course you have. Well in that case, Nando’s?”

“Nando’s sounds excellent. Can we check the waiter isn’t an alien before we order?”

“How do you want me to check?” Jack asked with a smirk, and Tosh let out a long breath. “OK, OK, sorry. Nando’s. No aliens. Got it.”