If I rewatch Doctor Who's Season Three Finale Again, Will I Understand It?
WTF was that?
Martha Jones is (check all that apply)
So Freaking Pretty
Really, Really Awesome
Deserving of Hot Sexy Times
At this point, I am still very WHAT THE FUCK about the season three finale. However I am quite busy writing my invitation to Martha Jones to stop off in New York (and not the idiotic realized NYC of the crap Daleks arc in season three) for some awesome lesbian sex, as is fitting for a NINJA. Or I'll figure out how to manufacture a wormhole to an alternate universe so that she can join the Winchester boys on their fight against the dark forces of the world. She'd be spectactular at saving people, hunting things.
Martha Jones truly was the best of the Doctor/Jack Harkness/Martha little trio.
She better freakin' PWN the Torchwood lot for the motherfrelling WIN.
I am up still and cannot get to sleep because I stupidly "napped" from 6:00pm to 11:00pm. Dammit.