Labels: captain jack harkness, i'm in a secret organization that the whole universe knows about but it's ok because everyone shags everyone else, not just the teaboy
*fire and brimstone* a name that sounds like a noxious fart in hell. that demonic hellspawn, that devourer of worlds, that malicious destroyer of creation....there are no words in any language devastating enough to describe...the total, all-encompassing evilness that is her existence. like a toxic gas, her toxicity annihilates all around her. she is no longer deserving of a name, and is hereafter to be known as 'that woman.'
Labels: captain jack harkness, i'm in a secret organization that the whole universe knows about but it's ok because everyone shags everyone else, not just the teaboy, who? exactly.
i wanna smack rtd for chad wotshisface (he looks like a chad, therefore he is) going "and who the hell are you anyway, herm herm hrem?" just so tennanty tens can do the dramatic turny-aroundy whatnot and then go "OI'M THA MUTHAFUCKIN DOCTAH! OI'M A TIIIME LUD!!!! I'M FROM THE GALLIFREY BLAH-DE-BLAAAH (SHOUTOUT TO RASSILON LOVE TO MAH PEEPS FO LYFE!)!!!! OI'M 902 YEARS OLDER THAN YOU AH!!!! I'M GONNA SAVE EVRY LAST MUTHAFUCKAH ON DIS HIER BOATY-SHIP WHATNOTS AND THEN ON THE MUTHAFUCKIN EARTHS JUST COS!!!! AND I HAVE HAD IT WITH THESE MUTHAFUCKIN SNAKES ON THIS MUTHAFUCKIN PLANE!!!!" with the explody flamy-flames of dramaticness in the background.
inspiring music: *swells*
kylie: *moist*
everyone else: well, shit. okay then. allons-fucking-y.
and then at the end when he fucking STRIDES DRAMATICALLY TOWARDS THE CAMERA IN SLO-MO WHILST SHIT BLOWS UP BEHIND HIM. this is not lethal weapon. or die hard. or even bad boys. please stop that.
and then he was all I AM TEH MESSIAH. PEAS ON EARHT. NOT DYIN FO YOUR SINS, THO. SRY. i swear to god when they crossed arms i thought that they were going to break into a chorus line.
but tennant can do it, because he really is the doctor. i think he can pretty much act the shit out of whatever crap they give him.
kylie? not so much. aargh. i just cannot take her seriously. she may not be bright but she'll sure take care of you! maid fantasy much? cute boots, though. oh, doctor. you're not really sad, are you? nope. i want to smack rtd again. NO MORE KISSING OF THE COMPANIONS, DAMMIT!!!! NO MOAR FRAKKIN TECHNICALITIES OR TRADITIONS REQUIRING THE JOINAGE OF TEH MOUTHS!!! TOUCHING LIPS CONSTITUTES A REAL KISS!!! TEH DOCTOR IS NOT A BOY TOY!!!! TEH DOCTAH IS NOT NEEDING TO SEX EVERY1 HE IS MEETING!!!! WHEN SOME1 IS ASKING IF THEY CAN GO FOR A RIDE IN HIS TARDIS IT IS NOT A EUPHEMISM FOR PLS PLS STICK YOUR TONGUE IN MY MOUTH!!!! tom baker never had to put up with this shit. so help me, the next doctor after tennant (but he is never going, cos he'll be the doctor forever, oh yes he is) had damn well better be alan greenspan. ain't nobody touching that.
and they give her the alien tech that looks exactly like a dildo. pls tell me is not just me?
how can mr. alonzo sexy back with his sticky-outy ears survive for the entire length of the ep with a gut shot? alonso would make a better companion than astrid. just look at him! don't you just wanna wrap a rubber band around his head to train his ears not to stick out? you know you do!
and the little red alien only exists in order for him and everyone else to have to speak his CRAAAAZY alien name ad nauseam, which wasn't cute the first time around with pokemon. SO I HERD U LIEK MUDKIPS!!!!!!!11111
i wonder how high the body count has to get before the doctor grits and teeth, goes, "no more," and strides off to Do Something. like before he's only been dicking around but now he's gonna really get down to sirrus bidness.
rtd, honey, don't show the queen in rollers. she deserves your respect. and her little corgi too. "thank you, doctah, fo savin mah lifs!!!!" *waves*
a modest proposal for next year's xmas speshul: nobody dies. absolutely no-one. not even Anonymous Henchman Number Three. everyone goes shopping and absolutely fails to get killed by a mannequin. there are no evil aliens attempting world destruction. it snows for real. a lot. everyone has a big snowball fight (using the tardis as your fort is not allowed, as that's cheating) before tramping inside to eat cheese-and-pickle sandwiches and watch eastenders. the doctor explains which actors are gay, which are aliens, and which are not really actors at all but OH GOD IT'S THE SONTARANS!!! ahahaha just kidding, it's nothing but an oddly shaped potato, and everyone has a good laugh before baking it in the fire whilst singing carols. as the tardis dematerializes, the doctor shouts out the door, "merry christmas to all, and to all a good night!" and even harriet jones can't help but agree.
and i'm not going to speculate on series four. at all. really.
moving on to a much closer and highly-anticipated occasion: TORCHWOOD SERIES TWO!!!!!
new trailer up! turn up your volume and let the anticipation build:
*breathes heavily*
oh please, let it be good. pleeeeeease. rtd, i will smack you a third time if you screw with me on this. there will be shirtless!spike. there will be snarky!andy. there will be explosions. there will be mayhem. there will be gore. there will be general bad-assedness. and there will be jackanto for all. YES. that last point is completely non-negotiable.
are we clear? good.
Labels: captain jack harkness, house will so hit you with that cane, it's a bird it's a plane it's heroes, not just the teaboy, wingnut and proud
is it a crutch that i don't need anymore? am i too busy to write? (the answer to the second one is no.) do i not want to write? (probably not.)
we walked to little tokyo for dinner and i had excellent ramen. possibly the best ramen ever. and green tea, which i haven't had in ages. and then they were showing last season's finale of heroes (since new eps start next mon, and house starts next tues OMGSQUEE even tho NOBODY SAW FIT TO GIVE HUGH LAURIE A BEST ACTOR EMMY NOW DID THEY?!!!! >:( BASTARDS), and i still thought it sucked. possibly more, since i've seen it once already. but the teaser for next week looks amazing, as it should. no peter petrelli that i could see (but he's "dead," yes?), but sylar was prominently front and center, grinning evilly as per usual.
so there's that.
i want the writing for torchwood to get better. i want the characterizations in the second series to be better, and make sense, and be logical. most of all i want them not to sink my ship, but hardcore shipper that i am, even i realize that i have to give way to canon when they state it in no uncertain terms (or do i? thanks, jkr, for killing my OTP ded! and thanks for sending the message to millions of impressionable girls that if they just dangle after their TWU WUV long enough, he'll get his head out of his ass, finally acknowledge their existence, and it'll dawn on him that he loves them! all was well, my ass). *ahem* luckily, it looks like myself and the other few billion janto shippers out there (is there any other reason to watch the show? le no) might not have to worry so much, if gareth david-lloyd's comments at recent cons are anything to go on.
i know there's a lot of talk about jack and gwen getting together (rtd much? le no again), and ianto getting a girlfriend (and almost-certainly-legit info about future tosh/owen--i don't care, i just don't want any more of The Gwen And Owen Show, and most especially no more of The Gwen Show period), but misdirection does play a huge part in controlling leaks. at this point in the game, speculation is all we have, so no rumor is too stupid. really. but gdl says he gets lots and lots more glorious screen time, and there'll be more humor in series 2 (thank god), the team will be closer, and that all of us shippy fangirls wouldn't be disappointed.
my hope is that series 2 is stellar and fully realizes the potential that was there in series 1, so that when mr. tennanty tennant goes away for the year to be hamlet, because it will be just a year (*crosses fingers really hard. and toes. and arms. and legs. everything, really.*), and we have our three little rtd-penned speshuls (durr!) instead of a proper series 5, they focus their time and energy on torchwood. and it will be good. oh yes.
just another thought: if jack/ianto is the show's canon otp, as so many of us think/hope/pray, then they'll have moments, but they won't actually get together. because that's not how tv shows work (off the top of my head, i'm think alias, frasier--but nobody cared anyway, did they?--and lots more, i'm sure). they can't get together until the very end (if they are granted a chance for closure, even). well, i guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
aaand i'm back on another west wing kick. what can i say, intelligent tv programming eludes me. so i seek out the sorkin (alliteration yes!). other than the fact that tww was always a liberal's wet dream (martin sheen is the leader of the free world. and the people who work for him are smart, more than competent, and want to Change The World), sorkin's gift for writing killer dialogue makes each episode awesome. nobody writes banter like sorkin does. and after seven long years they saw fit to let my otp be canon, and now POTUS and FLOTUS have matching his-and-hers COSes (and they're married and have freakishly smart children yes!).
...it strikes me that all the shows i watch, have watched, or will watch, i watch because i ship a particular pairing. there's house (house/cuddy--you know you see it!), tww (josh/donna), sports night (dana/casey), studio 60 (danny/jordan, but to a lesser degree, i confess--that could have been written better), bsg (starbuck/apollo, which would've been far less probable in the original series), stargate atlantis (dr. weir/col. sheppard), torchwood (jack/ianto), and i could really go on but i have to stop there, because, yeah.
anyway, as far as i can tell, the only two shows that i don't have an otp in are doctor who and heroes. very important omissions, but omissions they are. because while heroes is great, i haven't seen anything major to ship yet, and even though i loved the doctor/rose to death, i can't stop watching. because it's the doctor.
and forget what i said about not writing a lot. i think it's the sugar from the cupcakes.
Labels: captain jack harkness, i'm in a secret organization that the whole universe knows about but it's ok because everyone shags everyone else, not just the teaboy, things that fucking OWN, who? exactly.
or they wanted to save money.
damn right the Doctor is familiar with regeneration. heh.
shout-out to rose! but now we've got role reversal with the Doctor being martha's plus one. poor rose, she was always the plus one. can i just say that i wasn't thrilled with martha's outfit? i think it was either the hair thing or the dress, but the two just didn't go together. but her shoes were nice.
aww, what is it with the Doctor and moms? "Doctor what?" nuh-uh, it's Doctor Who! ahahaha, nobody ever gets tired of that joke. i missed jackie with her tracksuit, since she'd start hitting him about the head right away. but jackie is happy and preggers in her alternate universe with her alternate universe & rich!pete, so i don't think we should yank her back just to make me happy. and martha's mom looks like a badass mother who don't take no crap offa nobody. but she's being led astray by saxon's goons leik whoa (i'm guessing that the doctor should be worried that they know so much about him, but what he doesn't know won't--maybe?--hurt him). and he spilled champagne on her, which never helps.
i like martha's family better now, aside from the mom. tish seems pretty cool (although she needs to work on her judgement calls--flirting with the boss when he miraculously halves his age?! honey, no), and leo looks like he's relatively easygoing (but the concussion might've had something to do with that).
just as a side note--i wonder how much fanfic is going to be written about the trapped in a really small space!ten/martha. it just screams, "ship me, babeh!" and he already grabbed her knickers earlier in the ep, plus there are hugs galore, so you definitely have what amounts to major subtext in the who!niverse.
...well, among a certain fan contingent, anyway.
martha gets mad props for going back in to return ten's sonic screwdriver. and it looks like her hearing wasn't damaged any by the sonic organ of doom. and at least she called him on the whole "one trip" deal. meet martha jones, certified Doctor's companion.
and i'm so pissed at 42 being preempted for the eurovision song contest next week, but look at that gorgeous trailer! we've got john simm, and we've got creepy scarecrow-looking henchdudes, explosions, lots of screaming, and ten in a lovely plaid dressing gown. and then we've got captain jack. jackjackjackjacketyjaaackLOOKHE'SRIGHTTHEREONMYSCREENOMGHUGESQUEE ("was someone kissing me?") and i almost imagined i could hear all the fangirls in the u.k. going nuts. even with the time difference. why the hell would jack ever want to go back to his (not-all-that) secret organization in cardiff when he can run away from things (or to them, i suppose, just to be fair) with ten and martha? and torchwood will never survive without him. oh well, wait and see. and look at john simm with his sinister table banging! i really hope he's the master. two weeks...
i have to link to this picspam of torchwood because it's true AND funny. and torchwood is really really far away.
