FRY!MASTER: But I’ve had enough, finally. The time has come to start living for me, and what with that new writer you have driving everything, it’s not like I’m needed in narrative any more. RIVER: (seeing his point) Oh, you’re right! Now that’s very interesting . . . DOCTOR: What?!? What is? RIVER: Our dear Mr. Moffat has no interest in evil. FRY!MASTER: Bless him. RIVER: Though you should hear the reviewers griping about it . . . . Ooooh, nice. Very nice. Really - quite extraordinarily cleverly done. *applauds*
FRY!MASTER: Now you’re just being insulting. (to River, humor restored) Don’t make the same mistakes I did, my dear. As soon as you cave to their narrative conventions, you’re never leaving with your dignity intact. RIVER: I’ll certainly do my best. ZOMG YOU! *squishes fic and draws pink sparkly hearts all around it*
DOCTOR: Can we go home, now? OH DOCTOR, BLESS YOUR LITTLE COTTON SOCKS! ♥
*deep breath again*
Right. I have a feeling, that this shall become another of my 'Read this because it summarises everything I have to say on this subject' recs. I want to live in this fic. Just... *flails some more* The differentiating between the eras, the way the Doctor is confronted with harsh truths about himself, the way River glides through it, amused and intrigued, the way you touch on SO many conventions and tropes and narratives and deftly summarise them in a single line or paragraph... ALL THAT PLUS STEPHEN FRY AS THE MASTER OMG!!!!
And now I must re-read this about a million times!
ETA: Decided this icon was more appropriate, what with the 'Enmity of Ages' and all that... ;)
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Date: 20 Dec 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)FRY!MASTER: But I’ve had enough, finally. The time has come to start living for me, and what with that new writer you have driving everything, it’s not like I’m needed in narrative any more.
RIVER: (seeing his point) Oh, you’re right! Now that’s very interesting . . .
DOCTOR: What?!? What is?
RIVER: Our dear Mr. Moffat has no interest in evil.
FRY!MASTER: Bless him.
RIVER: Though you should hear the reviewers griping about it . . . .
Ooooh, nice. Very nice. Really - quite extraordinarily cleverly done. *applauds*
FRY!MASTER: Now you’re just being insulting. (to River, humor restored) Don’t make the same mistakes I did, my dear. As soon as you cave to their narrative conventions, you’re never leaving with your dignity intact.
RIVER: I’ll certainly do my best.
ZOMG YOU! *squishes fic and draws pink sparkly hearts all around it*
DOCTOR: Can we go home, now?
OH DOCTOR, BLESS YOUR LITTLE COTTON SOCKS! ♥
*deep breath again*
Right. I have a feeling, that this shall become another of my 'Read this because it summarises everything I have to say on this subject' recs. I want to live in this fic. Just... *flails some more* The differentiating between the eras, the way the Doctor is confronted with harsh truths about himself, the way River glides through it, amused and intrigued, the way you touch on SO many conventions and tropes and narratives and deftly summarise them in a single line or paragraph... ALL THAT PLUS STEPHEN FRY AS THE MASTER OMG!!!!
And now I must re-read this about a million times!
ETA: Decided this icon was more appropriate, what with the 'Enmity of Ages' and all that... ;)