Emese

“Ianto Jones was at his station behind the run-down Tourist Information Centre that served at 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.

"Okay, 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 favourite James Bond films in chronological order."

"You're a Bond fan?"

"Oh yes. He's the archetypal 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?”
― David Llewellyn, Trace Memory

“If you lose someone, you feel a loss, then after a while you fill in the hole in your life and the loss gradually gets smaller and smaller and eventually goes away. There's a point to the pain. There's a reason and a direction.”
― Marian Keyes, Watermelon

“A little girl robbed you?" Tessa said.
"Actually, she wasn’t a little girl at all, as it turns out, but a midget in a dress with a penchant for violence, who goes by the name of Six-Fingered Nigel."
"Easy mistake to make," Jem said.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

“If I was crazy, would I know it? That's what being crazy was, wasn't it? You thought you were fine. Everyone else knew better.”
― kelley armstrong, The Summoning