yumenofude:

Torchwood Fest, Day 11: Friendship or Under-appreciated character

racheltuckerr:

Torchwood: Aired on this day.
“Ghost Machine” -  29th October 2006.  [BBC Three]

stuffandtorchwood:

_{Torchwood Fest: Day 4}

_{↳ Favorite Villain: Suzie Costello}

_{“How can you do any other job after this one? ‘Cause it gets inside you. You do this job for long enough, and you end up thinking… ‘How come we get all the weevils bollocks and shit? Is that what alien life is? Filth?’ But maybe there’s better stuff out there, brilliant stuff… beautiful stuff.
Just, they don’t come here.“}

gwencoopcr:

_{Torchwood Fest: Day 4}

_{↳ Favorite Villain: John Hart}

_{Did I mention I’m armed?}

avaantares:

Torchwood Fest: Day 3

Extended Universe: Ianto’s James Bondathon

Pencil sketch of Ianto Jones eating pizza and watching James Bond, inspired by this passage from the novel Trace Memory, by David Llewellen:

“Ianto Jones was at his station behind the run-down Tourist Information Centre that served as a front to the clandestine goings-on in Torchwood. His bare feet were on his desk, his tie slumped like a crestfallen snake next to an open pizza box, the top two buttons of his shirt undone.

‘Taking it easy, I see?’ said Jack, stepping out through the security door that led into the Hub itself. ‘Well, at least someone has the right idea. Whatcha doing there, Sport?’

‘”Sport”?’ said Ianto. ‘Not sure I like “Sport” as a term of endearment. “Sexy” is good, if unimaginative. “Pumpkin” is a bit much, but “Sport”? No. You’ll have to think of another one.’

‘OK, Tiger Pants. Whatcha doing?’

Ianto laughed.

‘I…’ he said, pausing to swallow a mouthful of pizza, ‘am having a James Bondathon.’

‘A what?’

‘A James Bondathon. I’m watching my favorite James Bond films, in chronological order.’

‘You’re a Bond fan?’

‘Oh yes. He’s the archetypical male fantasy, isn’t he? The man all women want to have, and all men want to be.’

‘Are you sure it’s not the other way around?’

Ianto raised an eyebrow and took another bite of his pizza.

‘Hey,’ said Jack. ‘I’m sending everyone home. There’s nothing happening here. The Rift is still giving out minimal readings. Gwen’s going home, Owen’s going home, and I think Tosh is almost done.’

‘The place to ourselves?’

‘Well…’ said Jack, grinning.

‘So long as it’s not going to interrupt my James Bondathon. I’ve only just started watching Goldfinger, and I haven’t even reached the bit where Shirley Eaton gets painted gold yet.’

monstersandheartache:

TORCHWOOD FEST

Day 2: Favorite Secondary Character OR Going Undercover

What am I gonna do? I loved this job. I really loved it. And now I’ve got to run. Oh, Christ. How can you do any other job after this one? Cos it gets inside you. You do this job for long enough, and you end up thinking, “How come we get all the Weevils and bollocks and shit?” Is that what alien life is? Filth? But maybe there’s better stuff out there, brilliant stuff, beautiful stuff. Just… they don’t come here. This planet’s so dirty, that’s all we get - the shit. I wish I could forget.