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rionaleonhart) wrote2006-11-19 11:20 pm
rionaleonhart) wrote2006-11-19 11:20 pm
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In Your Only Memory.
SOMEBODY NEEDS TO WRITE A TORCHWOOD AND SILENT HILL CROSSOVER RIGHT NOW.
That was rather more horrific than things I would usually watch (the bit before the opening credits was horrible. Gaaaah). It had terrifically suspenseful shooting (er, I mean camera-wise. The shooting with guns was not particularly suspenseful). I thought that the opening was very good, but that it sort of lost its way towards the end.
When Ianto and Jack remained behind after the 'who did you last snog?' conversation, looking at each other, do you think it was Jack feeling sorry for him, or guilt from the Cyberwoman incident, or Jack thinking 'you dirty liar, your last snog was me'?
I would rather like it if Ianto got over his Immense Angst and started being quietly longsuffering and witty again, please.
Owen is such a git. Such a git. And there was that Jack torture thing, and, you know, in most things you'll get the impression that the protagonists, although they have some flaws, are basically good. In Torchwood, you feel that the main characters - or quite a few of them, at least - are a bundle of flaws with some stray good qualities. Having your 'heroes' be fundamentally unlikeable or severely flawed in some other way is a brave thing to do, I think. It's similar in House: the characters don't just have few minor flaws; they are deeply and fundamentally flawed and their flaws form a large part of their character.
AHAHAHA THEY GOT THEIR VAN STOLEN. WORST TEAM EVER.
I became sick of flesh-stripped bodies very quickly. It didn't take long for me to start thinking 'wait, they said there had been seventeen disappearances, right? Are they going to show all seventeen?' Fortunately, however, they did not.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to work out that the 'monsters' were actually humans and not just aliens who looked like humans. Ahem.
THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH RHYS. NOT NEARLY ENOUGH RHYS. RHYS DID NOT HAVE A SINGLE LINE. HAVE MORE RHYS, TORCHWOOD. I use the 'CHEATING ON MY WIFE' icon in honour of poor betrayed Rhys. Yes, I know that it is not entirely appropriate to the situation.
That was rather more horrific than things I would usually watch (the bit before the opening credits was horrible. Gaaaah). It had terrifically suspenseful shooting (er, I mean camera-wise. The shooting with guns was not particularly suspenseful). I thought that the opening was very good, but that it sort of lost its way towards the end.
When Ianto and Jack remained behind after the 'who did you last snog?' conversation, looking at each other, do you think it was Jack feeling sorry for him, or guilt from the Cyberwoman incident, or Jack thinking 'you dirty liar, your last snog was me'?
I would rather like it if Ianto got over his Immense Angst and started being quietly longsuffering and witty again, please.
Owen is such a git. Such a git. And there was that Jack torture thing, and, you know, in most things you'll get the impression that the protagonists, although they have some flaws, are basically good. In Torchwood, you feel that the main characters - or quite a few of them, at least - are a bundle of flaws with some stray good qualities. Having your 'heroes' be fundamentally unlikeable or severely flawed in some other way is a brave thing to do, I think. It's similar in House: the characters don't just have few minor flaws; they are deeply and fundamentally flawed and their flaws form a large part of their character.
AHAHAHA THEY GOT THEIR VAN STOLEN. WORST TEAM EVER.
I became sick of flesh-stripped bodies very quickly. It didn't take long for me to start thinking 'wait, they said there had been seventeen disappearances, right? Are they going to show all seventeen?' Fortunately, however, they did not.
It took me an embarrassingly long time to work out that the 'monsters' were actually humans and not just aliens who looked like humans. Ahem.
THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH RHYS. NOT NEARLY ENOUGH RHYS. RHYS DID NOT HAVE A SINGLE LINE. HAVE MORE RHYS, TORCHWOOD. I use the 'CHEATING ON MY WIFE' icon in honour of poor betrayed Rhys. Yes, I know that it is not entirely appropriate to the situation.
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SOMEBODYI NEEDSTO WRITE A TORCHWOOD AND SILENT HILL CROSSOVER RIGHT NOW.HAHAHA
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NO
ALSO I KNOW THAT YOU ADVISED
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You encouraged Norway fic and Presenters As Cars and James And Stig Get Married and you're working on Stig Woos A Car and Doctor Who/Top Gear (although the latter was my own idea, er, ignore that) so NO!
Your strange brain is responsible for your man/car fetish! It's to be expected from someone with a Clarkson Thing!
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GOOD QUESTION. I wasn't sure either, but I'm leaning towards the latter. Just, yanno, out of personal preference.
Owen is a complete and utter git and I LOVE HIM TO PIECES. Because what makes him such a git is how he is BRUTALLY HONEST about EVERYTHING. HE DOES NOT GIVE A FUCK ABOUT SECRETS, NOR YOUR OPINION, NOR THAT THIS TOPIC IS SOMETHING YOU'D RATHER NOT TALK ABOUT. He tells it like it is, as crude and unwanted as it may be.
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The Rhys thing is pissing me off far, far more than it should. He might understand, Gwen, if YOU TOLD HIM ANYTHING.
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I have this strange urge to make you watch The Texas Chainsaw Massacre, The Hills Have Eyes, Evil Dead 2 and House of a 1000 Corpses with me explaining which bit Countrycide ripped from where, but I think you'd probably hate me for introducing you to the goriest movies in the world ever, so I shan't.
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Jack stared at the on coming figure. A massive being drenched in blood that seemed to be the very reason the words violence, pain, and fear were invented. Dressed in a garment seemingly made from human skin, and a massive, deadly looking, helmet on top of it's head. Effortlessly it lifted the huge blade it was carrying and pointed it at Jack.
Jack's first few thoughts were to run away screaming. The next few were to pray for a swift and painless death...and he had NO trouble this THING could kill him, if what those sorta-ghosts were telling him was the truth.
The last though however was 'Eh, I've done uglier and with people who like it rougher. Let me get a look at what's under the pyramid and then we'll see where it goes from there.'
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What I find hilarious is that this isn't the first Jack/Pyramid Head fic in existence Granted, both the others were written for that onesentence fanfic meme (here and here), but still! OBVIOUSLY CAPTAIN JACK HARKNESS/PYRAMID HEAD IS AN OTP FOR EVER.
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Jack didn't know what to do. He doubted anyone did. So he just stood there holding her. He had no idea if she was alive, dead, inbetween, or something else entirely. He honestly hated this town. Not for all the monsters, dimentional shifts, insane demi-beings, evil cults, and manifestations of his pysche.
Hell, he had placed meeting 'Jacquline' on his best moments list. He always knew he would look stunning as a woman. Only question was what they did considered incest or masturbation...eh...semantics.
No, he hated Silent Hill for this. All the lost souls that it gobbled up, and then used as bait or playthings to lure others in here. And out of all of them this one seemed to be the worst of them all. She had called him her brother, begging him to forgive her, to punish her, to do...
For probably the first time in his life Jack Harkness felt physically ill at the very thought of sex.
So he just helped the girl walk down the street. Her charred, flaking, red and blistered hands lightly holding onto his. He looked back at her, he still hadn't corrected her delusion that he was her brother, she was slightly smiling, still worried, scared, and tortured, but she was smiling. It faded at his glace into that terrified face that made Jack hate himself.
"Are you mad at me Jack?" She asked in that harsh raspy voice. He couldn't decide if it was the town toying with him or sheer coincidence that her brother was named Jack.
"No, Angela." He smiled at her and squeezed her hand just a little. "Let's just get out of here, go someplace safe."
"Is there any place that's safe?" She said.
"As long as you're with me," He said looking at her and holding her hand with both of his. "I promise nothing will happen to my little sister."
It took three minutes for him to remember that she wasn't his sister. Silent Hill was starting to get to him, he had to get out...THEY had to get out, as fast as possible.
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Hell, he had placed meeting 'Jacquline' on his best moments list. He always knew he would look stunning as a woman.
You are an utter, utter genius.
For probably the first time in his life Jack Harkness felt physically ill at the very thought of sex.
I have to thank you for this, because I don't think I'd have been able to stomach Jack/Angela. It's one of the only Captain Jack pairings that I just can't endure the thought of. And smiling at her and squeezing her hand and oh, he is lovely. I love the relationship between the two of them here.