#immortally-wounded

1. First impression: You're a wack-a-doo who believes in aliens2. Truth is: You're an obnoxious wack-a-doo who happened to be right about aliens3. How old do you look: Ehhh like, fourty-five? 4. Have you ever made me laugh: Well I laugh at you sometimes...5. Have you ever made me mad: Yes6. Best feature: Your legs when they carry you away from me7. Have I ever had a crush on you: Don't be ridiculous.8. You’re my: I dunno, frienemy I guess?9. Name in my phone: Harkness10. Should you post this too? Yeah if you like~

IF YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF THIS PICTURE THEN YOU ARE WRONG. THIS IS MY JACK. MINE. MY JACK. MINE. IM IN NEW YORK WITH MY JACK. GET OUT MY FACE IM SO HAPPY.

We should… Talk OOC / Plot / Roleplay / Became bffs. (i know we already are but it says 'became' for some reason so is still true sort of)Plots I’d be interested in doing: you know i love me some fake married : 3 also we should do something where they have to use the vortex manipulator to escape and end up in some crazy space place/time and yes.

Ianto was sitting at the back of the bar. His friends had dragged him out tonight against his will, in hopes he would find his "soul mate." He didn't care that everyone else had the glow and he didn't. I mean, sure he felt a yearning to meet that special someone, he didn't care when it happened. If it's destiny, it will happen when it happens. He was leaning against the wall, the darkness hiding him from the crowd, beer in his hand. "Hey there.." Some random guy started at him. "No.." Into rolled his eyes, the other man not stopping. "But.." "No.." Ianto said, in an annoyed tone. The other guy walked away, looking pretty upset. Why was he here? He didn't want to be here. He took another swig of his drink, sighing into the bottle.

following: no sorry | just followed | yes | you mean stalk what

following: no sorry | just followed | yes | you mean stalk what