Have seen The Five Doctors a thousand million times and it never fails to make me flail with glee. Things which especially popped out on this viewing:
* Putting Five and One together for so much of it was a bloody masterstroke.
* I still really like the Raston Warrior Robot and its enthusiastic gay jumping.
* If anyone ever tries to suggest that the Master does not want to shag the Doctor, show them the scene where the High Council explain their 'plan'. The man is drooling, I tell you, drooling! (Though he has naff all chemistry with Three: suppose Fancy Pants only goes for Delgado!Master.)
* Special edition = teh suXXor. The extra doomy ceiling in Rassilon's chamber is quite good. The swirly cone thing is not. And I swear, according to my 8-year-old brain, that at the end, in the One True Version, the TARDIS did a repeated dematerialisation thing which was awesome. (I may be wrong about this: when I was 8 I liked Roland Rat and therefore am an unreliable witness.)
* Zoe's dress doesn't look like bubble-wrap. It is bubble-wrap. Did she wear bubble-wrap in the original series?
* The minute he gets to Gallifrey, Fivey puts on a phenomenal amount of eyeliner. He clearly ran away to escape his inner tranny.
* That bit where there are loads of Cybermen on a hill and no one notices them for ages is arse.
* I slightly hate Sarah. *ducks*
* One appears to not even slightly recognise the Master, which buggers up all thoughts that Koschei resembles the beardy velvety-gloved one. Poop.
* OMG so much hand!porn at the beginning. And how unspeakably brilliant is the bit where One orders Tegan off to make tea, and Fivey sends Turlough too?
* Green & Black's Hazelnut and Currant Dark Chocolate is rather wonderful. (Not technically part of the viewing experience, but highly recommended.)
Think Captain Tight-Pants might have to wait till tomorrow: I have an urge to iconify some high-res handporn.
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Heh, perhaps I should've said 'roadsigns with fictional television villains', cos yes, lots of dragons now I think of it.
*hugs her frankly kickarse country, from COUGHCOUGH over the border*
Also: OMG Devil of Winterbourne is TEH AWESOME! Even though it sort of doesn't make any sense at all at the end because of trying to have too many 'no, HE's the really evil one!' twists, it is still marvo. Reece Shearsmith may be nudging the Ginger Minx for world's oldest schoolboy award. That portrait has the most hilarious piece of shopping I've ever seen. And good lord, but Petey is so the shit. I want to give him a pony for being so fabulous.
Hooray for PROBE!
I am so massively entertained at the very concept of Winterborne fic that you must must must finish it.
The Winterborne fic is in a limbo similar to that Master/Five I've got somewhere... I have, um, a beginning, middle and an end but they both lack a climactic scene towards the end. Which would probably involve sex, and since I was really rubbish/unsure about writing teh pr0n eight years ago, that pretty much stunted both. Must... write... pr0n...
I missed the bollocks, but feel no passionate urge to go hunting for them.
Actual pr0n is really tricky, I'm finding, being new to this slash business. I've written various bits and pieces that I'm still not happy with, because it seems like the second you type the word 'cock', all useful and interesting characterisation disappears and it just turns teh sex with indeterminate people, which is not really what I want to be writing. But then I really don't want to write alarming euphemistic prose involving the use of the noun 'sex' to denote any and all nudey parts, because, er, no. Pointful sex I suppose is what I'm usually aiming for: character-development sex. And usually, just skipping the sex and getting back to the other stuff works better for that. Huuuuuuuuuuge copout.
*wants you to finish the Five/Master thing even more than the Winterborne thing*