A Nothing Trail of Silences

Title: What We Had
Fandom: Doctor Who
Music: What We Had - Handsome Furs
Summary: Martha, Jack, Mickey. It's all just empty space. For the VividCon 08 "Fuck You" Challenges vidshow.

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They say that slow and steady wins the race, but my torrent of the Who finale is not going to be winning any awards, even by that criteria.

31 days, 7 hours remaining. It is the fastest one I could find.

( Re: Who )


In conclusion: Seriously?

If this episode was any more awesome, I think I would likely have EXPLODED.

( Here there be spoilers. My coherency was checked at the door. )

Is it next week yet?

Now, I'm going to say right off the bat that I don't meta much. This is readily self-apparent.

With that out of the way: I'd like to talk about Jack Harkness for a bit.

Included are specific spoilers for S1 and S2 of Doctor Who, and a bit of vagueness for aired S3. Brief reference to That Utopia Clip JB showed on Jonathon Ross a few weeks back, and mention of trailer tidbits, and speculation for Utopia.

( On Jack Harkness, Nine, Ten, and Companion Relationships, OR My Wishes For Tomorrow's Who. )

In conclusion: JACK!

Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, small furry mammals:

I am proud to announce the grand opening of tw_archives, a Torchwood fan fiction hub. We're interested in the whole crew, here, from Jack right on down to the weekly guest stars.

Het, slash, and gen are all adored.

I'm aware of the presence of jack_in_cuffs. That was a rather awkward discovery, as it was pimped right before I was planning on making this one publicly known, but I've spoken with one of the mods over there, and we've worked out a compromise. It was all very civil. tw_archives focuses on the less sexually graphic and gen fare, while, jack_in_cuffs, now our sister community, specializes in darker or more sexually graphic stories.

I would absolutely love to have all those of you interested out.




*watch this space for an upcoming, super seekrit challenge* *duh-duh-duh*

Just cross-posting this from the romanathon community.

Just as a reminder, there is ONE WEEK until stories are due in. (There was an extension, yes, because I am magnanimious and wise.)

Now, I know that things come up, and life happens, so if anyone knows that they need to pull out, please tell me now. It gives me a bit of time to find a pinch hitter. Comments to this post are screened.

On a similar note, please drop a comment if you think you might be able to pull through with a pinch hit, if needed.

Thank you, and best of luck.

In all the hubbub, I didn't get around to mentioning that tellitslant was down last weekend, and it was made of win. It's possible that we, um, watched all of The Key to Time. It's even more possible we also watched TFD, and some new Who (Jack on a screen bigger than my computer!), and then I force-fed her some Dead Like Me. There would have been Life on Mars as well, but it seems the gremlins have liberated the disk.

It is then possible (probable, even) that after having watched more television than I had in the last two months combined*, it was necessary to take a nice, long, run.

With further regards to Doctor Who: ... huh. Personally, I like the new publicity photos, adore Martha's hair, and fail to see how Martha in any way resembles Rose. (I get it now! They both wear CLOTHES!) Some of the talk -- well, I suppose there isn't much point commenting on, because all I can think is: Yes, I can see how you would think that if you were a crazy person.

If I was going to be up in arms about anything, it would be the tidbit about Jack, though I'm not really surprised. Also, I'm a tad too excited about Torchwood to get too worked up about it now, as S3 is many months away.



* My television stays unplugged for weeks at a time, people. Seriously. I am the least cool person ev-ah.

Dear World at Large;

I guess it really was too much to expect everyone to keep their spoiler pants on for ten hours. My bad.

No love,
Cherry