Dr. Owen Harper

Jack:

(duh)

Ianto:

Fuckin James Bond-loving nerd 

Owen:

I think Owen would literally die (again) if he wasn’t something fast and “sexy”

Tosh:

Cute and Japanese. What can I say?

Gwen:

I was just rewatching Something Borrowed, and I have just noticed something I hadn’t seen before.

In the scene in the medbay where Tosh is encouraging Owen to come to the wedding, after he agrees, Tosh leaves. As Tosh walks away he turns away from the autopsy, towards her and smiles after her.

Torchwood: A Day In The Death

So I thought why don't we make some noise and show then how much we'd like for Torchwood to return.

So on Wednesday 15th April why don't we use Twitter and and tweet our favourite moments from the show via text, GIF, picture, quote etc. And we could use the following hash tags:

#Torchwood

#BringBackTorchwood

#BringBackOwenToshIanto

I added the last one because Torchwood wouldn't be the same without the original team.

John once mentioned in an interview, back in 2014, how fans could petition to Danny Cohen and Ben Stephenson to get the show back as they were Director of the BBC and Director of content at the time. I've done some research and it looks like these jobs now belong to Piers Wenger and Charlotte Moore. Both of whom I believe do not have twitter accounts.

But we could involve the cast in our tweets as well as the BBC themselves, in order to get some attention. I've made a list of some accounts we could direct our tweets to:

@bbc

@bbcstudios

@BBCiPlayer

@bbcthree

@BBCWales

@bbcpress

@BBCOne

@BBCTwo

@AboutTheBBC

@bbcdoctorwho

@dwpageofficial

@DoctorWho_BBCA

@bigfinish

@RadioTimes

@gossjam

@scott_handcock

@JohnBarrowman

@naoko_mori

@Pancheers

@TeamEveMyles

@burngorman

@JamesMarstersof

@FreemaOfficial

@KaiKaiOwen

@drowenharper1​ (semi-plotted starter) 

He was alluringly different in the way most dangerous things were and it was his striking appearance that caught her gaze under the halos of the bar’s strobe lights. Chugging the rest of her expensive champagne, Cooper decides to descend upon him. 

Cooper’s eyes flash with vibrant mirth like a night whose air is illuminated with twinkling yellow sparklers. “Did come here alone, mon?” She croons smoothly. She hadn’t directly noticed anyone in his vicinity after having spent several minutes studying her quarry.

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