Want so badly to be real. Want.
Oh my god. Tears. Literal tears.
Want so badly to be real. Want.
Oh my god. Tears. Literal tears.
“I’m finished,” he says.
A cacophony of sound as voices erupt from the screen.
“What are you doing!”
“What do you mean?”
“Don’t be stupid Doctor, what are you playing at?”
“Doctor…” The Last Centurion, asking for one more miracle.
“My love. Listen to me. You can’t do this. This isn’t the time, nor the place. You know that as well as I. You know - “
“STOP!” he yells. He slams his hands on the table, face contorted in some semblance of emotion: all at once completely alien yet entirely recognisable. Nose crinkles, ever so slightly. A tremor - a shiver.
He looks down. Whispers.
He looks at them all, studies their faces one by one. He loved them all so very much. Too much. The TARDIS is fast running out of power, draining nearby stars for energy just to break through into eight fractured times. Eight fractured lives.
“I never forget, you know. I remember each one of you. I remember everywhere we went, everything we did. Everything I did. I can’t - “
He pauses, the words catching in the back of his throat. Closes his eyes slowly, breathes in, counts to ten.
“I can’t do this anymore. Everything has it’s time. And everything dies.” A pause and then - “Even me.”
Old faces look back at him. Below them, his own old faces. Their screens are muted; he knows what they’ll say. Knows that he would never have given up when he was young. But he is old.
He is so very old.
Tears start pouring down Amy’s face.
“Doctor. Doctor I know you can hear me. Raggedy Man. I knew we’d see each other again. You told me we would travel forever. Don’t let this be the last time, huh? Don’t - don’t let this be another goodbye.”
“I’m sorry,” he says, as much to himself as to the faces on the screens. “I should never have done this. I don’t have much time. I just wanted to say - “
He looks at Rose for a moment. Remembers the taste of her lips on another mouth, her warmth in different hearts. Remembers Martha. The things he said.
The things he didn’t say.
Words he had rehearsed, words he should have shared long ago with each one of the people he kept locked in his two very broken hearts.
“I just wanted to say - “
Darkness. There are no more stars in the Doctor’s sky and the TARDIS slowly dies.
She is not alone.
Then one final whisper.
NOOOOO!!!! HE CAN”T DIE!
“Why don’t you ask her yourself?”
#this is the moment when both of them are the most beautiful they have ever been #their faces #THAT SMILE #she is just BEAMING #and she looks absolutely gorgeous #a vision #and i bet he couldn’t believe his eyes because she must have looked like a goddess to him in that moment at the end of the road #glowing and smiling and existing #and he ran #oh how he ran #because donna saw her too #so she couldn’t be a trick of his mind this time #and that was a little bit perfect (via lauraxtennant)
Can we just stop and talk about this for a minute?
Thresh doesn’t make an alliance. Thresh doesn’t waste time liking her. Thresh knows that either he must kill her or she must kill him for one of them to win.
But this is the only way he can repay her for protecting Rue when he couldn’t. It’s the only way he can repay her for honoring Rue when he couldn’t. He honors her by sparing her friend, the girl who would have died for her.
The revolution really doesn’t start with Katniss.
It starts with Rue.
SOMEBODY FINALLY SAID IT
This is exactly the point I’ve been trying to make for years. Okay, so the revolution gets it’s kindling with Katniss. She volunteers, well that’s new, she rebels in the display of talents by shooting the apple. This triggers her perfect score, okay. These aren’t really “Revolutionary” though.
It’s not even revolutionary when Peeta professes his love, because, let’s face it, the rules of the game haven’t changed. They’re still just two kids who would have to KILL each other to win. Without a doubt, it would bring some interest to the games, so the Capitol makes propaganda about it. The “Star Crossed Lovers” in a game of life and death.
But what changes the game is Rue. Right away from her introduction in the books we know Rue is going to be somewhat of a big deal. She was compared to the most important character to Katniss, Prim, so that’s a huge indicator. She’s small, young, she’s what Prim would have been.
So Katniss instantly feels a subconscious pull toward her.
When they meet in the trees, Katniss could have killed Rue easily, and Rue probably could have pulled a sneak attack or alerted the Careers of Katniss’s presence. Instead, Rue points out the Tracker Jacker nest.
Then it escalates, Rue and Katniss become an odd team, they’re an alliance, which is never new in the Hunger Games, as forming teams and then betraying them at the end seems to be a common, but there’s is different. It’s close, it’s sisterly, protective.
And then Rue get’s impaled. Katniss kills her first tribute with ease after that. Comparing it to hunting game. Katniss holds Rue, she cries, and then she sings. She sings for Rue a song of promised safety and warmth, something completely absent in the arena.
And this is where the metaphorical canon fires. Katniss could have left Rue, the hovercraft would have been along to pick her up, but she can’t. She’s morally obligated to love this girl as much as possible. And this is where the revolution starts.
She honors the dead. She honors a dead tribute from a district she’d never seen, a person she’d known for only a short period of time. But she throws away Hunger Games norms. She rejects them completely.
In the Hunger Games you’re supposed to kill mercilessly and leave the victims for the plain box they’re shipped home in.
Katniss gives Rue a funeral in the Games, she decorates the body, she makes it look like Rue is sleeping. Like no harm had come. Katniss just ignited the coals that Rue had placed.
Rue’s District sends a parachute. Homemade bread.
Then Thresh kills Clove and distracts Cato by taking his bag.
The fire is going now, and the actions in Catching Fire are even more obvious.
The Speech for Rue. Peeta’s painting. Everything eludes back to this one little girl who became Katniss’s family.
So the revolution never started with Katniss, she was just the tinder for Rue’s ignition.
Rue was the real Mockingjay.
I just got fucking chills. I don’t think I ever realized this before. I need to reread those books again.
You missed a real chance to call it Doctor Screw, there…
Did I hear someone say Doctor Screw?
EVEN DOCTOR SCREW IS WEARING A LEATHER JACKET NINE YOU ARE SO FUCKIN NAKED
I want a Twelfth Doctor that is fully concious of the fact that he is being written by Moffat.
And it pisses him off.
"Oh, a woman. Let me guess, you fancy me? Am I sexy? Do you want to grind against me and call me a clever boy? You come near me and I will delete you from time. How? Who the fuck knows? It won’t be explained. You won’t be explained. You’ll just be gone. Gone to a sexy dimension.’
I want a female companion who is fully conscious of the fact that she is being written by Moffat.
"Oh, I suppose this is the part where I swoon now. Where I fall in love with you regardless of my previously-indicated preference towards women, or any other love interest I may have, because you’re so sexy and mysterious and distinguished and all of my character traits are just props in a male fantasy about manic pixie dream girls. I suppose this is the part where I get put into peril and scream and you have to save me, and then something horrifying and unexplained happens to me that makes me interesting and special, because an ordinary, boring shopgirl could never, ever be worth you taking on a wild adventure."