Tag: yep

k0scheithedeathless:

People
don’t seem to realize how powerful the Tenth Doctor’s regeneration scene is.
This isn’t him throwing a tantrum.

This is
him, coming to the end of the probably worst experiences he has ever lived
through. This is him, standing at the end of a life, that was nothing but
miserable since he lost Rose. He lost the woman he has loved to a parallel
universe, knowing he can never see her again, with a copy of himself, so that
she can be happy even when he is not.

He has lost
his daughter, after just having left her into his hearts, a loss that reminded
him of his family’s a long time ago and has probably ripped open all these
wounds.

He has lost
all his friends, one by one, had to delete Donna’s memories even though he knew
that he was taking away something so important to her.

So, there
he stands, in front of this Ood that tells him in some dramatic death prophecy,
that he is going to die after having experienced nothing but loss and pain.

And he
doesn’t want to. He hasn’t even lived yet.

And still,
he knows the whole universe is at stake when he realizes the Master has
returned. And he runs into the danger, knowing it’ll be his end.

And he
faces not only the Master, but his worst trauma. There’s Gallifrey returning
right in front of his eyes, and, may I remind you, his mother is standing
amongst the people who have returned.

And he has
to send them straight back into the hell he has put them through in the first
place. He has to repeat his trauma. Everything that has haunted and pained him,
that he had only JUST started to process and recover from thanks to Rose… It’s
all back right in front of him and he has to do it again. Has to take that burden once more.

And he does
it. And he loses the Master in the process, the only other Time Lord he had
left, his oldest friend in the universe, knowing he’s is again truly alone.

And for a
short, wonderful second, he even thinks he’s made it out alive. Despite what
the Ood said, despite all his fears, he thinks the universe has granted him
this one time for doing the right thing, a tiny little miracle for the beaten
down Doctor.

And then
Wilf knocks against the glass and it all explodes right in his face. The Doctor
has gone through all of this. All the horror, all his trauma, has sent
Gallifrey back to hell just to die for one, tiny old human fool, who was stupid
enough to lock himself into a chamber.

And he has
a choice there. All the Time Lord Victorious stuff was him screaming at the
universe for being treated unfairly despite all he has done for it. And while
he screams and shouts he remembers the universe doesn’t owe him a bloody thing
because it never asked him for help – Helping was his active, own decision. His
promise to himself – Never cruel, never cowardly. And this is the key scene for
him, he remembers this, and he knows this isn’t some banality, this is exactly
what defines him. Dying for the little guy. It would be an honour.

I’m sorry,
but there’s so much importance in these scenes. It’s fucking brilliant.

ckerouac:

Look, there are so many things I already love about 13.  And I love her, so much.  But one of the things I loved best about this ep?

No one spent any time TELLING you she’s smart.  There was no ‘oh listen to me because I’m brilliant’ or ‘don’t question it because the doctor is so smart’.  NO.  Instead she just gets right to work – don’t have your sonic?  SHE’LL JUST BUILD ONE OUT OF SPOONS AND GUMPTION.  Where did the TARDIS go? SHE’LL FIGURE OUT HOW TO CALL IT WITH JUMPER CABLES AND A MICROWAVE.

And you’re just sitting there going ‘of COURSE she’s brilliant – watch her figure things out and then build her way out of a problem’ and y’all… y’all I already love her.

k0scheithedeathless:

I can’t let go of the thought of how lonely the universe must be for the Doctor and the Master.

Just imagine, the whole universe is your playground and it’s all fun and games until you begin to realize that no matter where you go, people don’t know you. The only home you have is a planet full of people who don’t want you and a TARDIS, who still is a tiny base of solitude drifting through space, where no one truly knows you, jokes with you, remembers your favourite colour, sends you good night texts or rages about your stupid pompous Time Lord brother with you.

And all the friends you have, they just learn about you and then they leave. No one to be really close with.

So I really hope in some of these lonely nights, these two dorks just have some kind of truce pact in place, for when one of them feels loney, they can just crawl into one another’s bed, curl up and disappear the next day. Because I don’t know how else they can bear this.