i imagine i will be commenting all through this, since it's the last and all. i apologize in advance for flailing, blatant ridiculousness, incoherency and terrible typing.
fanTASTIC opener, it's very, very Douglas Adams, and you pulled off the each-person-but-without-naming-them thing fabulously. the obvious inferment that it's the Doctor (with whatever face, perhaps not Tennant's) and Jack with his wrist-strap, but I wouldn't mind being horribly wrong since that's obviously what you want me to think.
I cannot believe, I CANNOT believe, you referenced Orwell's A Nice Cup of Tea, which is to me the ultimate example of everything British and essentially how I take my twelve-cups-a-day (sorry, but I'm afraid I'm disagreeing with the Doctor on that account, milk goes in second.)
The Hfs&^rn$@wlnbsfdfxzfstwsvss. It's like, a purely textual Whoniverse joke, and you have no idea how much that amuses me (also hilarious: the idea that my frequent keymashing of delight or awkwardness is actually an alien species.)
Ianto granted him the point with half a smile and then asked, abruptly, "Are you lonely?"
For a moment the Doctor just goggled at him in silence, and Ianto couldn't help but feel very, very satisfied.
"Well now," he eventually said, "Jack must be just terrified of you."
I can not accurately represent with words how happy that line made me.
Or, you know, most of this fic. Good god, I enjoy wanking scenarios, but I enjoy them most when they include lines like the ephemeral, unknowable phantom that had to be written into being. Now that is hot.
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fanTASTIC opener, it's very, very Douglas Adams, and you pulled off the each-person-but-without-naming-them thing fabulously. the obvious inferment that it's the Doctor (with whatever face, perhaps not Tennant's) and Jack with his wrist-strap, but I wouldn't mind being horribly wrong since that's obviously what you want me to think.
I cannot believe, I CANNOT believe, you referenced Orwell's A Nice Cup of Tea, which is to me the ultimate example of everything British and essentially how I take my twelve-cups-a-day (sorry, but I'm afraid I'm disagreeing with the Doctor on that account, milk goes in second.)
The Hfs&^rn$@wlnbsfdfxzfstwsvss. It's like, a purely textual Whoniverse joke, and you have no idea how much that amuses me (also hilarious: the idea that my frequent keymashing of delight or awkwardness is actually an alien species.)
Ianto granted him the point with half a smile and then asked, abruptly, "Are you lonely?"
For a moment the Doctor just goggled at him in silence, and Ianto couldn't help but feel very, very satisfied.
"Well now," he eventually said, "Jack must be just terrified of you."
I can not accurately represent with words how happy that line made me.
Or, you know, most of this fic. Good god, I enjoy wanking scenarios, but I enjoy them most when they include lines like the ephemeral, unknowable phantom that had to be written into being. Now that is hot.