TW Picspam #6 - Countrycide
One of my favorites, yet still with room for snark.
It was a dark and stormy night.
What's that in the road, ahead?
I'll just go have a look. Nothing ever happens to blondes traveling alone at night.
Owen hates the countryside. I hate that I have to take Chris Chibnall off my list.
Jack: I let Owen sit shotgun...why?
Disgusting? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Who names a food wagon "Last Stop?"
Jack loves technical terms like "pfft."
Gee, thanks, Tosh.
To tell the truth, I'm with Owen on the camp thing.
Tosh makes a naughty suggestion to Owen! If he'd done that to her, we'd be calling him a wanker. Plenty of time ahead for that, though.
Owen pwns! If Tosh did that, we'd say she won at life.
Since when does Tosh CARE that Owen pwns? Hang on, and since when does Gwen care that Tosh cares...?
Gwen's most recent kiss was with Rhys. No shit.
Ianto hearts his Splott Cot.
Since when does Gwen care that Tosh kissed Owen?
Oh, if it was last Christmas, then never mind.
C'mon, Gwen, did you really think Owen wouldn't kiss and tell?
He's so proud of himself. Wanker.
Jack: ExCUSE me?
Tosh: ExCUSE me too?
Gwen: {is remorseful}
Jack: {can't even spell "remorseful"}
Ianto: {is a downer}
Gwen: {is sorry}
Ianto FTW.
Jack: Deathglare
Jack: Deathglare plus sulking at no extra charge.
SLAM!
COUNTERSLAM!
Not cosy at all. Hooboy.
Gwen is a hairgrabber.
So close and yet so far.
They are so cute when they point guns at things.
Owen: {is grossed out}
The maggots are sliding off the corpse. EWWWWWWWW.
They do run run run.
Dude, where's my SUV?
Grave of the Lost Plot Threads. Plenty of room.
Everyone is looking in a different direction. Metaphor, much?
Owen: {is wanker}
Gwen: {is wankee}
Jack: {is sorry he hired either of these yutzes}
Props to the props department. Seriously.
When the boys are grossed out, things are getting rough.
Not the good kind of puddle of goo.
You'd think a doctor would take his gloves off before putting his hands on his hips.
Sudden noise? Nah, probably nothing.
::Fonz voice:: Aaaaaaay!
I'm not sure about giving Ianto a gun, 'cause he tends to...
...PANIC!
Hello Kieran.
Don't mind me, I'll just suffer here on the concrete for a while.
Jack: STFU.
Gwen: Ooh, shiny...
"Gonna have a look at your wound." World's worst pickup line, Owen.
Awwww, Gwen's got a cute bellybutton piercing!
Define "Lucky."
Small prick. Okay, Owen, that's a good one.
Think of Torchwood. Two in a row!
I flinch every time I watch this.
Obviously the painkiller is kicking in.
Hated dealing with patients? That's not what the website says, my friend.
Gwen bets he says that to all the wounded Welsh girls.
"I'm good." And so modest, Owen. That's what we really love about you.
ETA: Looks like Owen really does need significantly bigger balls.
Jack is not entirely pleased with Gwen's choice. Dude, you can't have Ianto AND Gwen.
Proximity alert!
Dueling eyerolls.
Give Ianto a meathook and he's happy.
Nice that the kidnappers left Tosh with a flashlight.
STFU, Ianto.
Seriously, STFU.
Tosh ain't 'fraid of no fridge.
"OMG, they don't defrost!"
Kind of gives a new meaning to "footlongs."
"Daaaad, you forgot to lock the basement."
Jack: Oopsie.
Ianto calls Tosh "The Looker with the Hook. Er."
Jack might want to rethink putting his finger that close to a cannibal's mouth.
Tortured Torchwood Torturer. Bet you can't say that five times, fast.
The family that slays together, stays together.
Ianto: {gives insane grin}
Gwen: {catches on}
Owen: {is pissed}
Don't hurt him! Awww, Gwen.
Owen: On second thought...
Tosh may have fantasized about having her hands tied while kneeling next to Owen, but this isn't exactly how she thought it would end.
Citrus with red meat? How gauche.
"I want my mum!"
Tractor Ex Machina!
"No, really." Jack, you rascal.
People are way creepier than CGI monsters. BBC, are you listening?
Gwen: Tee. Emm. Eye.
Ianto: Don't worry about me, I'm fine sitting here all alone...
Owen: I got to play doctor with her.
Jack: I got to play with the Doctor.
This would have been a real surprise if we hadn't already seen Owen's apartment. The only thing that threw me off was the blue dress shirt, which I thought might be one of Jack's.
You could cut diamonds on this guy's collarbones.
Awwww. Sweet, except for the part where Gwen's cheating on the nicest guy in the world.
Owen's hairgrab: FTW, really.
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Okay, I need a little break. More picspamming will continue eventually.
It was a dark and stormy night.
What's that in the road, ahead?
I'll just go have a look. Nothing ever happens to blondes traveling alone at night.
Owen hates the countryside. I hate that I have to take Chris Chibnall off my list.
Jack: I let Owen sit shotgun...why?
Disgusting? You ain't seen nothin' yet.
Who names a food wagon "Last Stop?"
Jack loves technical terms like "pfft."
Gee, thanks, Tosh.
To tell the truth, I'm with Owen on the camp thing.
Tosh makes a naughty suggestion to Owen! If he'd done that to her, we'd be calling him a wanker. Plenty of time ahead for that, though.
Owen pwns! If Tosh did that, we'd say she won at life.
Since when does Tosh CARE that Owen pwns? Hang on, and since when does Gwen care that Tosh cares...?
Gwen's most recent kiss was with Rhys. No shit.
Ianto hearts his Splott Cot.
Since when does Gwen care that Tosh kissed Owen?
Oh, if it was last Christmas, then never mind.
C'mon, Gwen, did you really think Owen wouldn't kiss and tell?
He's so proud of himself. Wanker.
Jack: ExCUSE me?
Tosh: ExCUSE me too?
Gwen: {is remorseful}
Jack: {can't even spell "remorseful"}
Ianto: {is a downer}
Gwen: {is sorry}
Ianto FTW.
Jack: Deathglare
Jack: Deathglare plus sulking at no extra charge.
SLAM!
COUNTERSLAM!
Not cosy at all. Hooboy.
Gwen is a hairgrabber.
So close and yet so far.
They are so cute when they point guns at things.
Owen: {is grossed out}
The maggots are sliding off the corpse. EWWWWWWWW.
They do run run run.
Dude, where's my SUV?
Grave of the Lost Plot Threads. Plenty of room.
Everyone is looking in a different direction. Metaphor, much?
Owen: {is wanker}
Gwen: {is wankee}
Jack: {is sorry he hired either of these yutzes}
Props to the props department. Seriously.
When the boys are grossed out, things are getting rough.
Not the good kind of puddle of goo.
You'd think a doctor would take his gloves off before putting his hands on his hips.
Sudden noise? Nah, probably nothing.
::Fonz voice:: Aaaaaaay!
I'm not sure about giving Ianto a gun, 'cause he tends to...
...PANIC!
Hello Kieran.
Don't mind me, I'll just suffer here on the concrete for a while.
Jack: STFU.
Gwen: Ooh, shiny...
"Gonna have a look at your wound." World's worst pickup line, Owen.
Awwww, Gwen's got a cute bellybutton piercing!
Define "Lucky."
Small prick. Okay, Owen, that's a good one.
Think of Torchwood. Two in a row!
I flinch every time I watch this.
Obviously the painkiller is kicking in.
Hated dealing with patients? That's not what the website says, my friend.
Gwen bets he says that to all the wounded Welsh girls.
"I'm good." And so modest, Owen. That's what we really love about you.
ETA: Looks like Owen really does need significantly bigger balls.
Jack is not entirely pleased with Gwen's choice. Dude, you can't have Ianto AND Gwen.
Proximity alert!
Dueling eyerolls.
Give Ianto a meathook and he's happy.
Nice that the kidnappers left Tosh with a flashlight.
STFU, Ianto.
Seriously, STFU.
Tosh ain't 'fraid of no fridge.
"OMG, they don't defrost!"
Kind of gives a new meaning to "footlongs."
"Daaaad, you forgot to lock the basement."
Jack: Oopsie.
Ianto calls Tosh "The Looker with the Hook. Er."
Jack might want to rethink putting his finger that close to a cannibal's mouth.
Tortured Torchwood Torturer. Bet you can't say that five times, fast.
The family that slays together, stays together.
Ianto: {gives insane grin}
Gwen: {catches on}
Owen: {is pissed}
Don't hurt him! Awww, Gwen.
Owen: On second thought...
Tosh may have fantasized about having her hands tied while kneeling next to Owen, but this isn't exactly how she thought it would end.
Citrus with red meat? How gauche.
"I want my mum!"
Tractor Ex Machina!
"No, really." Jack, you rascal.
People are way creepier than CGI monsters. BBC, are you listening?
Gwen: Tee. Emm. Eye.
Ianto: Don't worry about me, I'm fine sitting here all alone...
Owen: I got to play doctor with her.
Jack: I got to play with the Doctor.
This would have been a real surprise if we hadn't already seen Owen's apartment. The only thing that threw me off was the blue dress shirt, which I thought might be one of Jack's.
You could cut diamonds on this guy's collarbones.
Awwww. Sweet, except for the part where Gwen's cheating on the nicest guy in the world.
Owen's hairgrab: FTW, really.
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Okay, I need a little break. More picspamming will continue eventually.