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[ Captain Jack Harkness. ]
» Head of Torchwood Cardiff.
» Unable to die, struggling to live.
» Omnisexual Sassmaster.
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» Triggers/Dark Themes || 18+
» Headcanon & Show based
» MS/MV || penned by #Silver
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you wake up dead every day, the last life slipping out of you with your dreams. it's easier to make yourself something with no hope of coming back to this room, than dare to and be soberly disappointed.
"A coke for me," Jack orders, then, pointedly, "—and a pitcher of lemon water for us both. Lots of ice. Before my friend withers in this heat." He sends the Doctor a grin, wide and unrepentant.
Doesn't get more hydrating than that, right?
Good thing waiters never get +
I only have three settings. One is "Pondering all of existence and coming to profound conclusions on what to do with my life". Second one is "Fuck around and find out". Third one is "Oh god, someone please distract me from my existential dread".
⋆ Jack. ⋆ retweeted
⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑚𝑒: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 .
⠀“ 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐳 . ”
𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐉4𝐂𝐊
𝐬𝐞𝐦𝐢-𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥
#MVRP #DWRP #DOCTORWHORP
"Ah."
The merry shine leaves Jack's eyes for a moment at the mention of the Master, but he soldiers on through, for the Doctor's sake, as always.
People are allowed to change, he supposes. Heavens know Jack has had his fair share of second chances...
Before he can even form a +
thought on the matter, however, the Doctor has already moved on, and perhaps it's for the better.
"—Alcohol doesn't do anything for me anyways, you know," he says, catching up with the timelord and stripping off his coat after all as he does. "Fast metabolism. I could +
"51st, but who's counting?" Jack mutters, but then he's grinning again, because making the Doctor laugh feels good. He obediently poses for a series of silly selfies, giving the Doctor bunny ears, all the good stuff. Enough material to be blackmailed for decades to come.
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Jack watches him with slightly narrowed eyes, torn between fondly exasperated and actually having a great time. Likewise, his hand hovers undecidedly for a moment, before he decides to commit to the bit and takes the sunglasses, donning them.
"—How do I look?"
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Nothing to stop Jack dead in his tracks like getting attention from his favourite timelord. (Is that a compliment, when there's only two left?)
He pauses, considers the man, then tilts his head with a crooked smirk. "Aww, you care."
Those sunglasses are a /good/ look.








