Ahahahaha, wow, that last episode of Doctor Who could have been written JUST FOR ME. Ridiculous murder mystery pastiche? In the 1920s? With a house party, thunderstorms, poisonings, a dramatic everybody gather in the sitting room denouement? Agatha Christie? The puns on her book titles? THE FLASHBACK JOKES, MY GOD. There was even longing class-difference homoeroticism, for god's sake. And if you had asked me at the beginning of the season if there was any way a Donna/Doctor kiss wouldn't just annoy me, I would have said no, but it was actually adorable.
UGH, SHOW.
Hi, livejournal. All I want to do today is write pointless fluffy MCR porn, but my brain isn't cooperating. It's very sad.