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“Wait,” Jack hums, fingers grabbing and pulling on the coat’s sleeve. “Don’t go. Stay for a little while.” 

The Doctor sorrowfully crooks his lips but gives in to the touch. It reminds him of what happened many years ago in the future. He remembers everything: from the heat on the ends of the ears of his previous body to fear for Rose and the fear of the unknown. Jack is the unknown. Not a soulless essence, but a mere human. A human that is inclined to sentimentality. Jack—when he is not weighed down by his greatcoat and title—is a very sentimental human.

It’s a long hug. In the captain's cabin, only a table lamp is shining, outlining his features, exposing his old age, and that’s what makes The Doctor realise how ancient they both are. He lets the thought sink in as he travels through the good old memories, not noticing the passage of time until he feels a warm breath on his palm. 

Jack kisses his hands, brushes his cheek against the fingers, and not feeling any resistance, lets out a gentle smile.

“Better?” The Doctor asks. He has to make a huge effort to not pull his arms away and shove them into pockets just to avoid feeling so strange. He assumes it's a pity. 

“Yes, thank you,” Jack answers, but doesn’t hurry to let him go. Only gives a tall blue box standing in the corner a hesitant look. “By yourself?”

“Don’t bother yourself. You have people to come back to. Don’t run away.”

“But you always run away. From me. Why can’t I run after you?”

The Doctor doesn’t want to answer. But if he leaves now and avoids the question, he won’t forgive himself. Freeing his arm, he gives Jack a pat on his shoulder, not looking in his face. “You’re not alone, Jack, are you? Appreciate your friends before it’s not too late.”

Jack chuckles softly. “As if I don’t know. We will always be alone.”

The words sting, but they are not wrong. No matter what or who The Doctor clings to, time slips away from his fingers like sand. And it never heals, only teaches to forget. “Sorry,” he says, but doesn’t exactly know what he’s apologising for. He sees no resentment in Jack’s gaze. Jack lets him go, allowing him to step towards the TARDIS and say one last goodbye. 

With the growing roar, the box vanishes, leaving no trail of guests in the captain’s cabin. 

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That’s me again thinking about Jack and his dedication to Doctor - but mostly Jack - at 12 am before the New Year’s Eve.

I just simply adore Jack. His story is so beautiful to me, I don’t think I will ever be normal about it. I am a history enthusiast and even if I don’t know much, Jack’s connection to 19-20th centuries is wholesome to me. He lived through these years even before becoming immortal, trapped in the past, waiting for his kind of Doctor; he still has these antique possessings, like his RAF coat (I love it very much…); he adores it, even if it was a hard period for him (like the 1x12 of Torchwood, you see how excited he was?)

At the same time, his story is doomed forever. Forced to live forever, he can never love someone to his and their death. He will have to deal with the constant grief, blaming himself, as he did when Ianto died…

And I can never leave behind the thought of what would happen if at the very end - death of the Universe - a mere human being refused to die? (For the record: I don’t actually like the whole Face of Boe thing, so I just simply ignore it… Don’t judge)

My personal favourite thought to indulge myself at nights is imagining 14th, who accepted - or acknowledged - his queerness meeting Jack and then, well, the rest is pretty obvious, isn’t it?

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'Cause as long as you're still breathing Don't you even think of leaving

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my first actual contribution. hello mouthwashers

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4.21 When the Levee Breaks

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Lazarus Rising // 👁 2/?

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really enjoy how it reached the audience i was aiming for

men in dresses appreciation post.

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Them…

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(parting of the ways; doctor who, end of days; torchwood, i get so jealous of euthanized dogs; june gehringer, all my little words; the magnetic fields, fragments; torchwood, how to be a dog; andrew kane, absent friends; big finish script, let dead dogs lie; silas denver melvin, i know the end; phoebe bridgers, day one; torchwood)

JACK HARKNESS + THE DOCTOR

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'just ask them out, the worst they could say is no' WRONG the worst they could say is that's why i left you behind. it's not easy even just looking at you, jack, because you're wrong. you are. i can't help it. i'm a time lord. it's instinct. it's in my guts. you're a fixed point in time and space. you're a fact. that's never meant to happen, even the tardis reacted against you, tried to shake you off. flew all the way to the end of the universe just to get rid of you.

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I've never seen this before and I think more people should talk about this picture

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Still can’t wrap my head around Jack’s devotion to The Doctor and even though he was hurt by his betrayal he still waited for two centuries for him, went through wars and died countless times in i assume most cruel ways. And, at some point, he still does (waits and dies). For this particular reason I fell in love with this ship, even though it’s angsty and kinda doomed.

In some greater future Jack’s gonna outlive The Doctor and maybe won’t even get to witness his death or find out about it in time.

And I’m convinced that he and 14th and 15th would be a great unbeatable polycule.

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casually drops this number like it’s nothing … sure he’s immortal and has spent way longer in arguably worse conditions, and doctor who fans are desensitised to incredibly long intervals of time spent just waiting, but rory was plastic for those 2000 years guarding amy and twelve never remembered any of his 4.5 billion apart from the 3-day cycle he spent alive before burning up. jack was conscious and aware and human for every fucking second of those nineteen years. in a maximum security prison. just going off the rumour that he’d find the doctor there. can you imagine . the devotion is insane and it never wavers

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they’re so complicated

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i think i have a brainrot help