Oh gods. I really hope a good night's sleep can cure this, or else my husband's going to kill me1
I've got Captain Jack Harkness, in full period military glory, gamboling about the Hub, singing Don't Fence Me In.
A twist around around a staircase and a sweep of the arm at I want to ride to the ridge where the west commences, a campy grin with And gaze at the moon till I lose my senses, a roll of the eyes and a knowing shrug at I don't like hobbles and I can't stand fences and a broad open-armed gesture Don't fence me in!
Don't even get me started on the line Just turn me loose, let me straddle my old saddle / Underneath the western skies. *bites knuckle*
I tell ya, if some of those broody Jack on a rooftop scenes were a bit more dynamic, I might be moved to make a fanvid, just to get this out of my system.
1 - Have I mentioned to y'all that I tend to talk out stories in my sleep - in character - when they're really eating my head? Apparently I've scared the shit out of my poor spouse when some psychotic or another (I don't have many well-balanced characters) is demanding attention... God help us both if I start singing. In character. In my sleep. For one thing, I can't carry a tune in a bucket...