A review by elementarymydear
Torchwood: In the Shadows by Joseph Lidster
5.0
THE JANTO
THE JANTO
OH THE JANTO
I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS
LIKE, A LOT OF FEELINGS
AND I JUST
UGH
I had heard that this was the emotional one. That this was almost, if not more, painful than Children of Earth and House of the Dead.
I just... okay, the first half was hilarious and I loved it for being just so brilliant and making me giggle. Just the thought of Ianto whizzing round the Torchwood Hub on a wheelie chair shouting 'wheeeeee' and the description of Jack as being like a 'gay shampoo advert'... It was all wonderful.
But then we got to the second part. In which Jack is in his own personal hell. And I can safely say that, not only was this Jack's personal hell, this was EVERY TORCHWOOD FAN'S PERSONAL HELL. I mean, what?! The feelings!!!!!!! I mean, it was just like someone had taken my heart and danced round it while setting it on fire.
And then the end! As if I wasn't already a heap in the floor, drowning in the horrific Janto feels, the end happened.
Every time I think that I've felt enough feelings, that the Torchwood writing team can surely think of nothing worse to give to me, I am proven wrong. Which would be a problem if I didn't fall for it every time and love it SO MUCH.
THE JANTO
OH THE JANTO
I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS
LIKE, A LOT OF FEELINGS
AND I JUST
UGH
I had heard that this was the emotional one. That this was almost, if not more, painful than Children of Earth and House of the Dead.
I just... okay, the first half was hilarious and I loved it for being just so brilliant and making me giggle. Just the thought of Ianto whizzing round the Torchwood Hub on a wheelie chair shouting 'wheeeeee' and the description of Jack as being like a 'gay shampoo advert'... It was all wonderful.
But then we got to the second part. In which Jack is in his own personal hell. And I can safely say that, not only was this Jack's personal hell, this was EVERY TORCHWOOD FAN'S PERSONAL HELL. I mean, what?! The feelings!!!!!!! I mean, it was just like someone had taken my heart and danced round it while setting it on fire.
And then the end! As if I wasn't already a heap in the floor, drowning in the horrific Janto feels, the end happened.
Every time I think that I've felt enough feelings, that the Torchwood writing team can surely think of nothing worse to give to me, I am proven wrong. Which would be a problem if I didn't fall for it every time and love it SO MUCH.