
Turlough loves his pole, oh yes. But in an angsty, 'I'm thinking about killing the Doctor while fondling a pole' kind of way.

So it was only a matter of time before Tegan realised she needed a pole to fondle too.

Much to Turlough's disgust, and Fivey's total indifference. Aw, bless her.
I should add that the moving images are far more dodgy-looking than mere screencaps can convey. *must make animated icon of Turlough's pole, yes*
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We will know he is thinking filthy thoughts all the way through anyway, of course.
If only Aaron Allston would turn his talents to Whodom, and Five books in particular. His X-Wing novels were the best Star Wars books I've read, and absolutely brimming with innuendo and subtext (het, slash, inter-species, whatever!). The final book of the nine novels making up the X-wing series, Starfighters of Adumar, is possibly the gayest book in all of the Star Wars expanded universe collection. That writing needs to be applied to the expanded universe of Five's era!
Space larks, you say? Bring it on!
Can't turn down even quite rubbish Turlough-torture:)
Icon love. I'm starting up a sub-category - tie-adjustment porn.
Tie-fiddling = sexual tension. Although in Turlough's case, there is an additional sub-category of signalling to the Doctor that a shag might not be out of the question.
One night stand with a sexy woman? Yeah, right...')
Hell forget Tegan's pole - look at Fivey's cool stripy socks!
or so he can poke Tegan with it.Those stripy socks are rubbishy sports socks and therefore WRONG. Turlough would never wear them.
(I quite like the socks actually - not as good as his red ones or his stripy PoF ones or any of Turlough's but they're comfortable and practical - just like Five. And in comparison with those running shoes he wears any sock would look good!)
'Here are five rules for guys who enjoy wearing stripes'
The red socks are the good ones. And ye gods, you're right about those shoes. I don't care if they're authentic Edwardian cricketing shoes: they make me unwell. At least he's too busy running about for me to take much notice.
No way! They're authentic 80's running shoes surely, my mum's got some exactly the same.
'Yes, Petey, this is what all Edwardian cricketers wore. Including the celery. No really. Shut up now, I'm the
MasterProducer!'(Although, hang on: Ten would know about that...so he'd come back to give him another pair, which would also be cast aside...and...and...then he;d be stuck in a shoe-related recursive loop and never get round to any more adventuring. Bugger, time travel's annoying.)
Do you have a particular excuse for the Fivey dressing up, or is this just for personal amusement, going to Tescos, etc?
I can't stop giggling over that!
The costume thing is just for personal amusement, though it's always useful to have something in case of emergency fancy dress parties. I do tend to like having lots of silly outfits; they do make trips to the supermarket that little bit more interesting!
I am terrible at fancy dress. I got invited to a Titanic party and ended up going as the iceberg, only to discover that the theme was actually 'What you were wearing when the Titanic sank', and everyone else there was in full 1912 costume, with one man wearing (literally) an entire shower cubicle. I felt somewhat like an arse.
Clearly preparation is the way to go:)
Because they only made that up at the last minute in CavesBecause he is prettier when he's unconscious.
She doesn't love the pole, she's just using it.
The poor woman spends that entire story trying to get up ladders without showing her pants, bless her. She does actually give us a flash in this one, though: I'm amazed it seems to be the only example, given the whole spacewhore fetishwear JNT insisted on.
I'm having Be Nice To Tegan Week, after watching her in Black Orchid. Any girl who gets pissed in a good frock and chats up rich strangers is fine by me:) This also leaves me free to be mean to other people, allowing me to look at your icon and, while still thinking it's cute, shout 'Oi! Sutton! Put on a BRA!'
Don't listen to her, Sarah!
*admires lovely breasts*
(Also, she needs to stop draping them over the ginger minx's head like that. He belongs to Fivey, you silly lady!)
That is all:).
(Although a week is a long time, now I think about it...)
But Turlough? TOTAL SLUT. Space Slut Extraordinaire. Intergalactic Trollop. Stellar Rentboy. Wanton Harlot Of Excellence.
Am slightly scared by myself assuming that you were refer to the tart in the leather mini as opposed to the ginger minx there. Woe, I am hamstrung by the genderisation of popular slang for tartiness and unable to escape the heterosexist bonds of my repressed British upbringing!
Or something.
Stellar rentboy is nice. And Nyssa is just dull, really, although I like her in silly fairy princess mode. And when she builds the world's biggest vibrator.
I feel all titles of sluttiness should be freely applied to Turlough's person in honour of his porniness crossing all boundaries of species and gender.
I think I might run to one of the Doctor Who claiming communities and claim Five's striped socks, though.