Torchwood: 2x07
I’ve been a reaction-post!virgin up until now, so be gentle. That didn’t make sense. Shut up. Spoiler alert for Torchwood: 2x07 Dead Man Walking
- Less than 30 seconds in and we’ve got our nipple shot. Owen!nipple, this time around. I swear I’m not the only one who keeps count.
- Woah, it’s like Jack jumped back in time for a minute. Lovely wallpaper, this bar shack thing has.
- LIMITED COLLECTOR’S EDITION KNIGHT!JACK CARD: AVALIBLE EVERYWHERE IN THE HANDS OF LITTLE GIRLS
- Is it just me, or do the weevils have more male dolls than female?
-Mmm, Ianto reclining…my god, I love him in red!
- Oh dear, it’s Jack’s orgasm face. And coupled with “He’s coming! He’s coming!” ? Waaaay too easy, so I’m gonna have to pass.
- “I’m really gonna need that hand back.” Why? You have no blood. Oh oh I forgot, not everyone’s mind live in the gutters like mine.
- Hehe, stopwatch. “Here we go again.”
- Aw, a little snippet of Rhys.
- Hug that arm, baby. Hug it, love it, SNIFFLE AGAINST IT. Believe me, it’s what I would’ve done as well.
- Tosh: D8
Owen: CAN IT
Just as charming dead as you were alive, Owen. Good bastard, you are.
- Fine, fine, you WIN. I’m officially creeped out and it’s not because of Supernatural. Happy, Torchwood?
- Ianto’s always ready with Jack’s coat! He friggin’ helps Jack put it on! Like-like he’s the Alfred to Jack’s Batman! *cue roleplay!sex fantasies*
- OMG IS THAT JACK’S BRITISH ACCENT?!
- And the award for worst fake laugh goes to Capt. Jack. “Ey heh hey ey!” Really now…
- They’re in a holding cell together. *cue prison!sex fan- wait no. No, Jess, contain yourself. You’re watching Torchwood, not Oz. *cue crossover!sex fantasies?*
- Oh dear, where are Jack’s braces? His amount of sexiness has dropped immensely without them. Now they are down to a healthy level. Only.
- LOL at Jack’s horrified expression when Owen released gas by mistake. Icon tiem, plz.
- LOL again when Owen gropes a wall. His face when Jack interrupts his caressing is just the funniest thing.
- “Isn’t that a bit like stalking, Tosh?” But it’s Torchwood’s favorite pass time.
- The empty parking lot scene reminded me of a zombie flick. Low-budget zombie flick.
- Oo, excellent snarling from Burn Goreman.
- *snort* Weevil Messiah
- DON’T KISS GWEN DON’T KISS GWEN oh, thank god, he didn’t kiss Gwen.
- At this point we’re speculating that Owen IS death so the fact that’s he dressed all in white is symbolic. Or ironic? Coincidence? I’m-looking-for-something-that’s-not-there?
- Did Owen’s hand touch Ianto’s when he was holding onto the rail? Like a wordless “I don’t hate you, Teaboy.” ? "I’ll miss you, my secret lover?" SHUT UP INNER IANTO/OWEN FANGIRL
- Boy, Ianto sure found that hockey stick quickly. Avant-garde indeed. ♥♥♥
- “WE USE THAT IN THE BEDROOM. IT’S UNHYGENIC. WHY ARE YOU USING IT?!” “NOW’S NOT THE TIME, JACK.”<-- This was all done wordlessly, of course.
- So your boss’s dead, what do ya do? Dump him in the van and let him find his own way into the hospital when he wakes up.
- Gwen: “…collect her pension, that sort of that.” HAHAHA I love you just a bit more, Gwen, just for that.
- Owen’s fanboys are stalking him. It’s rather adorable.
- I would give anything to be able to yell: “THIS IS [INSERT NOT-SO-SECRET ORGANIZATION NAME HERE]” and everyone gets out, no joke. I’ll always have a seat on the train.
- Corridor scene was a bit Exorcism-of-Emily-Rose, don’t ya think?
- Owen/Tosh kiss: who else saw it coming?
- Owen just spewed around 4 one-liners, all appropriately about death and clichéd. If Burn didn’t deliver them so well, I would’ve burst out laughing.
- Spoke too soon. SKELETOR BATTLE TO THE DEATH …wait no.
- For the last time: stop banging on those damn glass doors! Its bad enough you didn’t just throw a chair through it and had to use alien gizmos instead, now stop leaving dirty fingerprints, too.
- Fight’s over, thank god. I don’t think I could’ve kept a straight face for much longer.
So in conclusion: Owen is now operating on borrowed time. Next episode: what he’s doing with it. Well, we know shagging’s definitely not one of them. Along with going to the loo. Tragic.
Sooo it’s 3:18 AM here and I’m barely coherent. TORCHWOOD LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME
Signing off, ‘night.
- Less than 30 seconds in and we’ve got our nipple shot. Owen!nipple, this time around. I swear I’m not the only one who keeps count.
- Woah, it’s like Jack jumped back in time for a minute. Lovely wallpaper, this bar shack thing has.
- LIMITED COLLECTOR’S EDITION KNIGHT!JACK CARD: AVALIBLE EVERYWHERE IN THE HANDS OF LITTLE GIRLS
- Is it just me, or do the weevils have more male dolls than female?
-Mmm, Ianto reclining…my god, I love him in red!
- Oh dear, it’s Jack’s orgasm face. And coupled with “He’s coming! He’s coming!” ? Waaaay too easy, so I’m gonna have to pass.
- “I’m really gonna need that hand back.” Why? You have no blood. Oh oh I forgot, not everyone’s mind live in the gutters like mine.
- Hehe, stopwatch. “Here we go again.”
- Aw, a little snippet of Rhys.
- Hug that arm, baby. Hug it, love it, SNIFFLE AGAINST IT. Believe me, it’s what I would’ve done as well.
- Tosh: D8
Owen: CAN IT
Just as charming dead as you were alive, Owen. Good bastard, you are.
- Fine, fine, you WIN. I’m officially creeped out and it’s not because of Supernatural. Happy, Torchwood?
- Ianto’s always ready with Jack’s coat! He friggin’ helps Jack put it on! Like-like he’s the Alfred to Jack’s Batman! *cue roleplay!sex fantasies*
- OMG IS THAT JACK’S BRITISH ACCENT?!
- And the award for worst fake laugh goes to Capt. Jack. “Ey heh hey ey!” Really now…
- They’re in a holding cell together. *cue prison!sex fan- wait no. No, Jess, contain yourself. You’re watching Torchwood, not Oz. *cue crossover!sex fantasies?*
- Oh dear, where are Jack’s braces? His amount of sexiness has dropped immensely without them. Now they are down to a healthy level. Only.
- LOL at Jack’s horrified expression when Owen released gas by mistake. Icon tiem, plz.
- LOL again when Owen gropes a wall. His face when Jack interrupts his caressing is just the funniest thing.
- “Isn’t that a bit like stalking, Tosh?” But it’s Torchwood’s favorite pass time.
- The empty parking lot scene reminded me of a zombie flick. Low-budget zombie flick.
- Oo, excellent snarling from Burn Goreman.
- *snort* Weevil Messiah
- DON’T KISS GWEN DON’T KISS GWEN oh, thank god, he didn’t kiss Gwen.
- At this point we’re speculating that Owen IS death so the fact that’s he dressed all in white is symbolic. Or ironic? Coincidence? I’m-looking-for-something-that’s-not-there?
- Did Owen’s hand touch Ianto’s when he was holding onto the rail? Like a wordless “I don’t hate you, Teaboy.” ? "I’ll miss you, my secret lover?" SHUT UP INNER IANTO/OWEN FANGIRL
- Boy, Ianto sure found that hockey stick quickly. Avant-garde indeed. ♥♥♥
- “WE USE THAT IN THE BEDROOM. IT’S UNHYGENIC. WHY ARE YOU USING IT?!” “NOW’S NOT THE TIME, JACK.”<-- This was all done wordlessly, of course.
- So your boss’s dead, what do ya do? Dump him in the van and let him find his own way into the hospital when he wakes up.
- Gwen: “…collect her pension, that sort of that.” HAHAHA I love you just a bit more, Gwen, just for that.
- Owen’s fanboys are stalking him. It’s rather adorable.
- I would give anything to be able to yell: “THIS IS [INSERT NOT-SO-SECRET ORGANIZATION NAME HERE]” and everyone gets out, no joke. I’ll always have a seat on the train.
- Corridor scene was a bit Exorcism-of-Emily-Rose, don’t ya think?
- Owen/Tosh kiss: who else saw it coming?
- Owen just spewed around 4 one-liners, all appropriately about death and clichéd. If Burn didn’t deliver them so well, I would’ve burst out laughing.
- Spoke too soon. SKELETOR BATTLE TO THE DEATH …wait no.
- For the last time: stop banging on those damn glass doors! Its bad enough you didn’t just throw a chair through it and had to use alien gizmos instead, now stop leaving dirty fingerprints, too.
- Fight’s over, thank god. I don’t think I could’ve kept a straight face for much longer.
So in conclusion: Owen is now operating on borrowed time. Next episode: what he’s doing with it. Well, we know shagging’s definitely not one of them. Along with going to the loo. Tragic.
Sooo it’s 3:18 AM here and I’m barely coherent. TORCHWOOD LOOK WHAT YOU DO TO ME
Signing off, ‘night.