Now I'm scared. I knew Mrs Carstairs was in league with them. She is mean mean mean and I don't like her **pout**. What a way to end a chapter. At least he got to call Rose before he got caught.
I have a LOT of love for this story. Possibly an unhealthy amount, but I don't care. Your characterization is magnificent, and you did such a great job with your OCs. They're fantastic.
What an amazing UA. I would love to read a sequel, but I'm guessing after 5 years that's not likely is it? lol
Still, definitely going on my list of All Time Favorite Fic :D
What I love about this story is that every character is so developed. They're not one dimensional, even the side characters in rehab are well thought out and have a history that's still relevant to the plot. Moffett could learn a thing or two from you guys.
What I love about this story is that every character is so developed. They're not one dimensional, even the side characters in rehab are well thought out and have a history that's still relevant to the plot. Moffett could learn a thing or two from you guys.
This is so good. I love how the Ninth Doctor is so HIM and yet Joshua is so Nine and yet unique as well. Very well done, love how you incorporated the detox thing from Series 4. Should help with the physical detox for Joshua right?
I absolutely loved this story! I couldn't put it down! I think you did a great job with Joshua and Rose. Hope you do a sequel one day!
I found this story over the weekend and spent the rest of my time marathoning it, lol. Absolutely gorgeous- I love what you did with the scenario, I never imagined it could work so well and I think it was honestly a lot better planned and realized than the whole chameleon arch angle xD Well done!
Jamal had been in facilities off and on since he was a little kid, and had learned everything the therapists knew by watching them and watching the people around him. He just hoped Jamal was wrong about Zed, because kids who insisted on trying to impress him sometimes ended up dead.
This comment isn't about the writing, for a change. It's just your characters. They have such depth and such complex interactions.
What would happen in if the entire Dalek population somehow got infected by The Song That Never Ends? Which, by the way you better hope Jack never learns the words to since the only person immune to it is the current singer of. And yes, I'm trying to plotbunny you lot.
Some nights, he entertained the notion of finding a good reason to blow up Henrick's Department Store.
Heh.
"I don't like morgues."
Joshua shivered. "Yeah, me either," he agreed.
This is very funny in light of some stuff that was on Tumblr today about the filming of the morgue scene in "Shallow Grave". Strange coincidence.
It was as if absence had blurred her colors, as if memory had captured her but left out some undefinable quality that could only be viewed when actively watching her. She stood there in bright lights of the stage, and looked somehow bathed in the dim light of stars.
I am going to be entirely liquid by the time this fic is over.
But Joshua Stewart, the man who should deserve her less than anyone excepting Jimmy Stone was teaching himself to fly so that he could meet her. Only, he did it with an air, not of learning, but of remembering where he’d left his wings.
OMG.
the cocaine had done a real number on his physiology, leaving the boy with the waxy, stupefied look of the unwillingly risen dead. Or maybe that was deliberate; Joshua couldn't be entirely sure, given the vast array of death symbols in the tattoos all over the boy's bare arms and legs.
You guuuuuuyyyyyssssss . . . . .
"Yeah, that's always fun," Son commented in cheerful tones. "Especially when there are actual artists forced to participate. You can almost see the steam roll out their ears."
"Fantastic," Joshua snarked. "Mine should make a great spectacle for you, then."
Har.