Consciousness returned to Clara Oswald in much the same way as it left: painfully, and without warning. Someone was speaking but she couldn’t hear the words over the sound of her pulse thundering in her ears and the throbbing ache in her limbs. Her mouth was dry and tasted like she licked the floor of the TARDIS. Hesitantly Clara opened her eyes but shut them quickly; the light stabbed at her eyes.
"Take it easy," the voice said. "Thrizz has unpleasant side-effects in humans." It was a woman’s voice, soft and sweet but the note of command was unmistakeable.
As she had no other ideas, Clara did what the voice suggested. She concentrated on her breathing, using the technique the Doctor showed her.
breathe in,breathe out—one two. breathe in, breathe out—one two three four. breathe in, breathe out—one two three four five six.
Her pulse slowed. Her stomach, which lurched and burbled, calmed as she brought herself down to baseline again.
It’s all about control, the Doctor said. Your body is your own—make it listen.
Trust me, I’m a Doctor, Elle Magazine article, December 2005
ten and rose + up close and personal
all of my followers are dalmations
cruella deville strikes again
The Rose who appears on the dark war-torn street with a gun under her arm and a smile on her face isn’t the same woman he burned up a sun for.
It’s subtle, but she’s changed—hardened, almost—and she still has a quick grin but it’s slower, somehow. Her boots are black and her jaw sets tight and there’s something militaristic about her decision making, which makes sense, he supposes, considering.
(Her eyes haven’t changed, though.)
He’s afraid to ask what happened to her. Not that he has a chance to ask, anyway.
Later, when the evil doers are undone and everyone is hugging and celebrating in the console room, he leads her into the hallway with a gentle hand on her elbow, fingers hardly ghosting purple leather.
She looks at him and the years strip away.
"I should have done more."
He’s cradling her face in his hands and by the way she leans into his palm he has a feeling she understands all the ways he means it.
"You did what you could."
She turns her head, kisses his lifeline.
(The irony of the gesture isn’t lost.)
"It wasn’t enough."
He’s committing every inch of her face to memory; the curve of her nose, the swell of her lips, the gold-flecked honey of her irises.
"Doesn’t matter — I’m here now, aren’t I?"
There’s that grin again, slower to form, but just as sweet.
Rather than answer, he kisses her and it’s all too much to catalog — the taste of her tongue, the tone of her sigh, the feel of her stomach against his hips.
(He can’t tell her, not yet.)
(He’s never been good at goodbye.)
Right, so the poster wanted to know why is it OK for RTD to destroy Gallifrey, but not OK for Moffat to bring it back, and I explained that it wasn’t the act of bringing back Gallifrey that was so wrong, it was doing it by inserting his own version of events in another writer’s work.
In this post, I’ll delve into all the ways TDotD did it wrong (and that’s where it’ll get long, but you asked for it hahaha), but first:
Why destroying Gallifrey was a good decision
First, as a curiosity, here’s what Steven Moffat said in 1999 when questioned on how a hypothetical return of Doctor Who should be carried out:
"I’d chuck out all gratuitous continuity because it’s dull — and all that yawn-inducing Gallifrey rubbish with it. I don’t care where the Doctor came from or why he travels around the universe — I just want him out of those TARDIS doors and having adventures. Us kids want Narnia, not the wardrobe."
Oh yes! Peter lovin!!!! Mmmm
I knew you’d like it ;) Here have some more
Blues resolved #mondayblues - @maddenrichard
a few quick reminders:
- that thing you did that was kind of embarrassing and weird, everyone else forgot about that already
- you look fine today, if you can’t notice something on your face standing 6 feet from a mirror then nobody else will either
- if something is out of your control, do not let yourself or anyone else expect you to deal with it alone
- social lives can go through cycles sometimes, if you feel like your friends are all ignoring you for no reason they’re probably just busy with other things
- if you can’t stop thinking about someone or something, find something mentally occupying to do like reading a book or watching a movie. it won’t solve any serious problems but you will feel better
- nothing will always be easy, if you’re trying then that should be good enough for anyone. if it’s not then you’re talking with the wrong people
- never underestimate the importance of going to bed, if it’s dark outside and you feel bad just go to bed and deal with your problems the next day
Oh I love me some kisses ;)
"How long are you going to stay with me?"
Shut up Ro!!! :P
doctor who meme → one doctor [1/1] - tenth doctor
No matter how dark it is
I know I’m not alone
Moonlight shines upon us
Emma was right