Oh, I am so completely not riding this ride for the plot. This was all about the characterizations. I meant to rattle on about Martha a bit, but what the hell. I expect to be cheering insanely for and about her next week.
I'm loving the way this show has forced me to shift gears on how I look at the characters. In SPN, it's been all about the myths and the monsters to frame the Winchesters. Now I get frame things in terms of astrophysics and p-chem. And now that I'm not actually doing chemistry stuff? It's actually FUN to do. I love getting to learn more about the Doctor through the bizarre, fucked-up relationships he has. I also love that we get textual slash and subtextual smut on the screen. (Seriously? I would be so down with some Master/Lucy porn written from her POV because that is some gloriously twisted fun just beneath the surface.)
a Lucy Saxon/Master/Doctor/Martha/Jack/random-people-passing-by-in-the-hallway orgy
See, I needed a show like this. I can't do that "squint-and-you-see-it" stuff or even coy writing just barely teasing around the edges. I love that I could buy this very scene because the show is all, like, "Well, shyeah they'd all boink each other in any possible combination and probably already have when you weren't looking. Here, we'll even have the characters acknowledge this via huge flashing neon signs and blatantly sexual dialogue."
That right there? That's my kind of subtle. I can register on the UST and RST on this scale.
Also, I think you should right that orgy scene. God knows someone needs to. :D
Seriously? I would be so down with some Master/Lucy porn written from her POV because that is some gloriously twisted fun just beneath the surface.
here's a really good one. (I should warn that it's NSFW, but porn usually is.)
p.s. hi! I don't think I've commented here before -- I came for the SPN, mainly, but DW is currently my greatest love. (and as a physics major, I understand and completely love your Doctor/Jack/Master analogy!)
Well, hi! Great to meet you and not just because you bring Master/Lucy pr0n. (I just left fb. That was great fun.) SPN's totally the fandom of my heart, but DW seems to have called dibs on a few other body parts.
Nothing like a little TMI in the morning. :D We'll pretend I meant my braaaaiinnnsssss
I can't even describe how tickled I am that my analogy made sense outside of my head. (What kind of physics, btw? Quantum in particular turned out to be my bag very unexpectedly once I started p-chem. I'd've stuck with astro for giggles but the prof was a raging penis who had a knack for negating knowledge. By the end of the term, I wound up sitting with my back to him in the class and instead concentrated on kicking and being kicked by a guy I called Cupcake because I never bothered to ask his actual name. Handtogod, Cupcake and I weren't flirting. It was honestly just more productive and less painful to spend an hour exchanging kicks with a near-stranger than it was to listen to that Panos Photinos. *squints* Although Cupcake did pull me aside at one point and ask if I'd be interested in hiring out to him as a dominatrix at one point.
...Erm. Not that you asked. I should, perhaps, hush my inner Captain Jack Harkness.)
Well... I'm still in the process of majoring, so I haven't quite decided what I want to specialise in, although like you I'm starting to find quantum physics much cooler and less scary than I had previously thought. (This has nothing to do with my huge and inappropriate crush on Richard Feynman. Nothing at all.) As for astro, I basically take every course I can find on it since I've loved anthing to do with space since I decided I was going to be an astronaut at age 10.
I also like to joke that I knew I wanted to do physics when my 8th grade science teacher explained Newton's third law to us using the example of a fifth Doctor DW episode where the Doctor's been stranded out in space a little way from the ship and gets back by taking a cricket ball out of his pocket and hurling it away from him. (That had very little to do with what I was talking about before, but until the finale comes on, all that's going on in my head is doctcorwhodoctorwhodoctorwhowhyisntitsaturdayyet?!)
I'm loving the way this show has forced me to shift gears on how I look at the characters. In SPN, it's been all about the myths and the monsters to frame the Winchesters. Now I get frame things in terms of astrophysics and p-chem. And now that I'm not actually doing chemistry stuff? It's actually FUN to do. I love getting to learn more about the Doctor through the bizarre, fucked-up relationships he has. I also love that we get textual slash and subtextual smut on the screen. (Seriously? I would be so down with some Master/Lucy porn written from her POV because that is some gloriously twisted fun just beneath the surface.)
a Lucy Saxon/Master/Doctor/Martha/Jack/random-people-passing-by-in-the-hallway orgy
See, I needed a show like this. I can't do that "squint-and-you-see-it" stuff or even coy writing just barely teasing around the edges. I love that I could buy this very scene because the show is all, like, "Well, shyeah they'd all boink each other in any possible combination and probably already have when you weren't looking. Here, we'll even have the characters acknowledge this via huge flashing neon signs and blatantly sexual dialogue."
That right there? That's my kind of subtle. I can register on the UST and RST on this scale.
Also, I think you should right that orgy scene. God knows someone needs to. :D
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here's a really good one. (I should warn that it's NSFW, but porn usually is.)
p.s. hi! I don't think I've commented here before -- I came for the SPN, mainly, but DW is currently my greatest love. (and as a physics major, I understand and completely love your Doctor/Jack/Master analogy!)
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Nothing like a little TMI in the morning. :D We'll pretend I meant my braaaaiinnnsssss
I can't even describe how tickled I am that my analogy made sense outside of my head. (What kind of physics, btw? Quantum in particular turned out to be my bag very unexpectedly once I started p-chem. I'd've stuck with astro for giggles but the prof was a raging penis who had a knack for negating knowledge. By the end of the term, I wound up sitting with my back to him in the class and instead concentrated on kicking and being kicked by a guy I called Cupcake because I never bothered to ask his actual name. Handtogod, Cupcake and I weren't flirting. It was honestly just more productive and less painful to spend an hour exchanging kicks with a near-stranger than it was to listen to that Panos Photinos. *squints* Although Cupcake did pull me aside at one point and ask if I'd be interested in hiring out to him as a dominatrix at one point.
...Erm. Not that you asked. I should, perhaps, hush my inner Captain Jack Harkness.)
Feel free to pop by any time. Cheers!
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I also like to joke that I knew I wanted to do physics when my 8th grade science teacher explained Newton's third law to us using the example of a fifth Doctor DW episode where the Doctor's been stranded out in space a little way from the ship and gets back by taking a cricket ball out of his pocket and hurling it away from him. (That had very little to do with what I was talking about before, but until the finale comes on, all that's going on in my head is doctcorwhodoctorwhodoctorwhowhyisntitsaturdayyet?!)
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