30 Recent Deviations
Featured: DW: Found A Reason
It's Repeating The PastIt’s not the FUTURE that you’re afraid of. It’s repeating the PAST that makes you anxiousIt's Repeating The Past by Im-Just-A-Glitch
The uncharacteristic image of papers practically flung across the archives was a sight Jack had never really prepared himself for. Ianto lived by the word ‘Perfection’. He’d enter the work place, dressed in an immaculately pressed suit and created mugs of coffee that only the gods themselves could create, well realistically -- an incredibly talented barista.
The first few days since the incident in the countryside proved to have understandably shaken up the team. Even with his years of life experiences, he’d failed to come across anything as disturbing. Cannibalistic aliens sure but humans? Toshiko had since pulled up some files some even describing the act as a kink. It had been Ianto’s first taste of field work but inevitably it /had/ started out as a team building experience, a change of scenery they all desperately needed
Making his way deeper in
Weevils, Weevils And Another Blasted Weevil Weevil - InsectWeevils, Weevils And Another Blasted Weevil by Im-Just-A-Glitch
A weevil is a type of beetle from the Curculionoidea superfamily. They are usually small, less than 6mm, and herbivorous. Over 60,000 species are in several families, mostly in the family Curculionidae.
Okay wrong type of Weevil, our interest lies within that described beneath
Weevils were roughly humanoid in shape and size, but were a bit taller and had flattened faces with many sharp, fang-like teeth. Though faster and stronger than humans, they were not extraordinarily powerful and could be injured with electricity, brute force or by Torchwood's anti-Weevil spray. Due to its frequent use, Weevils began to develop a resistance to the spray.
We've gotta puker!”
The larger, more pre-digested pieces, tangled with in the weave of the lacing fell in submission as Ianto tapped his foot against the curb. I
Private EyeNew Year’s Eve was as boring as heavenPrivate Eye by Im-Just-A-Glitch
I watched flies fuck on channel 11
There was no one to kiss, there was nothing to drink
Except some old rotten milk someone left in the sink
And there’s no ring, no ring on the phone any more
There’s no reason to call I passed out on the floor
Smoked myself stupid and drank my insides raisin dry
Wiping his face with his hands, Ianto Jones groaned, resting his back against the plush padding of his chair gazing aimlessly out the glass panel door of the tourist information. He was closing onto the conclusion that the rift took distaste towards poorer weather conditions, with the week had been somewhat quiet but naturally there was the occasional exception, Weevils were hardly a finicky race.
Owen had traipsed through earlier, briefly checking upon archivists bandaged shoulder while voicing more than a few colourful and expansive comments, all to which revolved around his intentions towards Jack, should he dare to question his motive
Useless Coffee Boy They told me to go home; that my work was done, that they didn’t need me. They must think I’m stupid. Sticking around when they know they don’t need me. If I was there everything would still be the same. Yeah, things might be a bit messy, but they’d manage perfectly. I’m just a waste of space. I have no one. I left my family; as much as I love them they never understood me. I was always the weird one. The odd one out. It never really bothered me because I loved the silence, but now I dread it. Every night when I come home it haunts me. That’s why I try to stay, but they don’t understand. They never understand.Useless Coffee Boy by darkblaze14
When I started working there it felt like I finally found my home. Like I was meant to be there, but over time they stopped acknowledging me. I was invisible, like a ghost. Every day I watch them from the side lines. They have fun, carry on and bond with each other, become friends and then there’s me. Sitting at my desk wa
The Fall of SpringIn the 21st century, spring was a time of rebirth. The sun came up from the skies, the wind would rise. The flowers would bloom again and the trees would bud. It was as if all around the world, the biological clock of nature and humans said, "it's time!"The Fall of Spring by vertigoevie
Jack, however, never once understood this concept. The whole "spring feel" was as alien to him as a Dalek or a Slitheen. He could barely remember a day in his long lived life that was a happy, worry-free spring day. First it was waiting in fear of invaders on their Boeshane Peninsula. Then came the terrorizing attack in which he lost Gray. Somewhere down the line, Jack found out that first time he'd died had been in the springtime. And the last time was when he left Earth for good.
Spring. What was that but a name for a period of time? It was truly and surely a misnomer. Fall, on the other hand, it meant everything. Dying. The leaves, the trees, the flowers, the weather. His heart. After all, September 2009 of the 456 was in the
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