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Turlough's approach to suitable bedroom furniture appears to have been slightly different.
Ignore, if you will, the pouting air hostess, and marvel.
Surely that can't be comfortable? Though I suppose it is wipe-clean...
In other news, I have been watching Doctor Who: Lust in Space, aka Mark Strickson Presents Something That Will Make Your Brain Hurt. My fandom is on very hard drugs. John Nathan-Turner making jokes about toast! Nicholas Courtney perving on Katy Manning! Some hats that don't fit properly! Plus a photomontage of b&w images of the Turlough/Peri bikini rescue, set to moving music. Stricko manages, when discussing Tegan, to declare 'She arrived in a school uniform, and ended up in a boob tube!' Freudian slip, darling?
Who cares how batshit it is? It has Stricko being snide in it! Hurrah!
Oh, and I was watching Gaudy Night (the Edward Petherbridge/Harriet Walter one) after discovering that my friend had never heard of Dorthy L. Sayers (I know, I know), and it took me two whole episodes to notice it has Liz Shaw in it. In my defence, Miss Hillyard is being played by Robert Hardy in a wig, which was distracting.
But I'm now having the worrying thought that in my brain, a little bit, Fivey = Lord Peter. Which is just wrong.
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Yes, that's it exactly. I would quote bits but you put it so beautifully (and now I want an icon with 'gentleman of the universe' on it).
The thing I really love is that he doesn't neatly and conveniently mend his ways, and do a complete about-face from his sneaky selfishness: let's not forget in Warriors of the Deep he also decides the Doctor has died really rather quickly, and then wants to do a bunk rather than stay and help. Runs away twice in Resurrection too. Even in Planet of Fire, he's all set to sabotage Kamelion to stop them going to Sarn. It's like all through that season, he's started to realise how to be good, but can't help kicking against it. And then, aww. He got back a life of value - and then he's throwing it away for others. And people think he's just that creepy schoolboy who tried to drop a rock on Fivey.
I love how in Frontios he uses the coins to pretend he's being forced into it, rather than actually being selfless, just in case anyone thinks he's all heroic. Bless.
You really really have to write that fic now. I want whiny Turlough with a migraine and it being the Doctor's fault! NOW!
He's like a more pragmatic Doctor at the end - he tries to help, but unlike the Doctor he understands far more readily that there are times when you can't. Plus a smidge of weasel :D It's an achievable hero status.
And people think he's just that creepy schoolboy who tried to drop a rock on Fivey.
Is it so wrong of me that I started laughing like a hyena at that? I immediately thought "Bung a rock at him!"
I love how in Frontios he uses the coins to pretend he's being forced into it, rather than actually being selfless, just in case anyone thinks he's all heroic.
And the whole self-deprecating "Of course not [expect him to go down]. I'm Turlough."
I want whiny Turlough with a migraine and it being the Doctor's fault! NOW!
but he's not! this is set in early-terminus somewhere after he gets his room aboard the TARDIS, where he's still be an ingratiating little suck-up!
The Doctor crouched down beside the hunched figure."Why didn't you tell me?"
"It doesn't matter."
"Yes it does." There was gentle reproof in his voice. "You're part of the crew now, Turlough, I want you to feel safe and comfortable."
He may have slapped the young man for the response his gentle rebuke elicited. Turlough shrank away from his words, an odd mixture of panic, pathetic gratefulness and regret flicking across his features before being replaced by his usual glass-like mein. Evidently he hadn't expected this.
anyways, brain is stuck on it. I blame the snot devouring my grey matter. Hell, you can have so far and play with it if you want. *shrugs*
Oh, yes, the 'I'm Turlough'. I love how whenever he says his name he's so entirely disgusted with it.
Oh holy hell, woman, write that damn fic! The minute you said it was Terminus-era I squeed. And then, that little snippety...you write them being angsty and handholdy and only subtextually slashy really quite gloriously. And you must finish it: I've got bunnies of my own to manage now:(
You know, it never really struck me until you said that... especially when introducing himself in Five Doctors. "This is my name, disregard it rapidly please"
bunnies relating to a certain fic on whoslash? *bats eyes*
Other bunnies you have given me for Frontios. But I am trying to drown them to allow me to continue that certain other fic, cos, you know, distinct lack of crumpets going on there at the moment.
I think there might be a nice warm bath on the horizon, though.
Just write sensations, mostly. works for me
Works for you, yeah yeah. Sensations, and nipple clamps, and leather whips, and...need I go on?
and I daresay I delivered :D
so it didn't work for you?
And I blushed. Which I think may be my official seal of smut approval.