some icons i made randomly, i was bored and found a few images of doomsday.
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i made a Torchwood gwen and owen based forum. i need people to join now, everything else is ready i just need people.

http://z6.invisionfree.com/Gwen_Owen_Torchwood/index.php?

please join, ill love you for it, forever.

The thoughts of Jack tosh couldnt hear:

last night the darkness of the hub didnt make me drift away as it usually does. I just kept remembering... everything.
the humming of the computers and myfanway flying up somewhere didnt do anything either. it all usually helps me forget the blood and destruction, but it never lets me forget the doctor. and when i remember him it makes me smile, but when i remember him leaving it makes me forget ive smiled... or ever will again. i wish i could cease to exist, if everyone forgot i did exist, would i? did he forget me. it would be easy to cease to exist. im already dead.


thoughts of ianto tosh missed:

So much pain, its inside me. and my heart hasnt fallen apart or broken, its crumbled, and every peice that is torn off drags my soul down with it a little further into the darkness. I cant find it anymore. I feel like ive been dragged away, digging my bloody fingers into concrete, trying not to go down with lisa, digging my way out of the pizza girls grave.

an avatar i made it earlier but it died*

Just 3 avatars i made for episode 6 but they look blurey on here i dunno y?








lol its my first avatars made, so be kind
oh and yes i no they are too simular but they were only boredom releif pics

Jack and ianto fic


Ianto was stuck in a trance longing for Jack to hold him again. Before long Jack had noticed, he closed the file on his desk and stood up slowly before walking towards Ianto without removing his eyes from the constant gaze he was receiving. They were both confused, it had been a long day and there was no way to settle Ianto’s butterflies which fluttered about deep inside him causing fluctuations in his emotions changing his idea of what he was about to do next.
He stood up.
“sir?”
Their gaze was no longer awkward but overpowering, drawing each other closer towards their waiting lips.
This wasn’t regular, just every so often when they needed an escape, Jack especially, that’s why he was so rough then made himself forget it the next day, and would pretend it never happened, until next time. But it was still important for Ianto, it was his fantasy, his dream away from his coffee serving job. The mystery of Captain Jack once pulled him in to find out more, but all he found was a more sexy side of Jack and himself.
Their lips grew closer and closer until they touched. A sudden rush of adrenalin surged through Jack causing him to pull Ianto into him in such a force their lips broke apart Ianto breathed Jack in, hoping to keep him as his forever, but he knew he couldn’t until he knew Jacks secret and who the hand belonged to that meant more than human life to Jack, but this would just have to do for now, only knowing Jack as his Jack who he could never pull away from.
Ianto forgot the world existed around him, all he could think of was Jack and the strange feelings he’d never felt for anyone before, the strange feeling beyond love, it was oblivious to everything, even sight, his eyes were tightly closed and his mind not holding a thought for more than a second without thinking of the most distractive word he’d ever come by, “Jack”.
His eyes closed tightly as he forgot about his job and torchwood, as he forgot the others existed Gwen, Toshiko and Owen. The whole world melted into inexistence, and the one word that meant anything to him anymore was “Jack”.
Jacks lips explored Ianto’s body. Ianto let himself drift away following jacks lead, their hands ran over each others forehead and cheeks. Jacks kisses grew more and more urgent as they seemed to burst into flame like a spontaneous combustion, they were burning up together, their blood roared around their bodies which stood alongside each other. Only one thing could stop them, and on this particular occasion it had happened.
“sir, why do you treasure that hand more than human life?”
Then everything stopped, Ianto had only murmured it but he was soon realising the consequences of it. He didn’t want to stop, but he only found himself watching Jack walk away and wondering why he had been so foolish and rude.
The whole world rushed back to him, and there was nothing left to do for the night, so he grabbed his coat and went home quietly to not disturb whatever Jack could now be doing, away from him.