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MICKEY! WTF! You... you... goshdarnit, Mickey! Your job was to stay right there, because I rather liked you as the loyal, underestimated boyfriend. You poor thing. Rose isn't going to guilt-trip over you half as much as she should for leaving you, you know. I mean, at least the Doctor remembers your proper name now, but that's really seemed to be more a result of him suddenly being Ten rather than Nine. And now you've left Ten and Rose. Together! Unacceptable! I can't trust them together! You need to be the third wheel that I'm really rooting for! Sure, the slutboi alien tease is hard to resist, Rose, but you can't keep this up forever! You'll be old and alone and Mickey, you know, the one who was remarkably loyal will be an alternate universe! (Dear Doctor Who, If you pull anything like making Rose immortal, or a Time Lady, or something,and therefore a total Mary Sue, I will... umm... shake my fist angrily. And be angry. And probably stop watching a few episodes afterwards. Except that'll be hard, because obviously you've got me hooked if I've gone and downloaded this onto my roomie's computer. But still. I have my limits, even if there were at least four lines in this that made me laugh out loud at totally inappropriate times. Plus there was a bit too much blatant killing of expendable characters for my liking.)
But back to business. Mickey! There's so much more you could've done to prove yourself! You have no idea what that random guy might expect from you! And you're in a world where Rose is not but a dog. Not that I don't believe you're well on your way to getting over her... but man... I kind of liked having you around. Properly-like.
In other news, my story is still entirely unfinished. I've got about two pages, because around ten I decided that what I would really rather do is start something from scratch. And it's in first person, and is... um, quirky, I guess. But hopefully entertaining in the same sort of guilty-pleasure way pretty much all the entertainment I enjoy is. (Of course, this means there's no way this is gonna be sent in until tomorrow afternoon... but oh well. I suppose it could be worse.)
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MICKEY! WTF! You... you... goshdarnit, Mickey! Your job was to stay right there, because I rather liked you as the loyal, underestimated boyfriend. You poor thing. Rose isn't going to guilt-trip over you half as much as she should for leaving you, you know. I mean, at least the Doctor remembers your proper name now, but that's really seemed to be more a result of him suddenly being Ten rather than Nine. And now you've left Ten and Rose. Together! Unacceptable! I can't trust them together! You need to be the third wheel that I'm really rooting for! Sure, the slutboi alien tease is hard to resist, Rose, but you can't keep this up forever! You'll be old and alone and Mickey, you know, the one who was remarkably loyal will be an alternate universe! (Dear Doctor Who, If you pull anything like making Rose immortal, or a Time Lady, or something,
But back to business. Mickey! There's so much more you could've done to prove yourself! You have no idea what that random guy might expect from you! And you're in a world where Rose is not but a dog. Not that I don't believe you're well on your way to getting over her... but man... I kind of liked having you around. Properly-like.
In other news, my story is still entirely unfinished. I've got about two pages, because around ten I decided that what I would really rather do is start something from scratch. And it's in first person, and is... um, quirky, I guess. But hopefully entertaining in the same sort of guilty-pleasure way pretty much all the entertainment I enjoy is. (Of course, this means there's no way this is gonna be sent in until tomorrow afternoon... but oh well. I suppose it could be worse.)
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