I HATE WHEN YOU TRY TO SHARPEN A PENCIL AND IT DOES THE THING
“From what I’ve seen, your funny little happy-go-lucky little life leaves devastation in its wake. Always moving on because you dare not look back. Playing with so many people’s lives, you might as well be a god. And you’re right, Doctor. You’re absolutely right. Sometimes… you let one go.”
#ahhh #you see this is my dark doctor #not eleven who is afraid of his capacity for darkness and the sucking; tidal loneliness within him that could swallow worlds #not ten whose darkness was all rage and mania—the cold-burning anger that condemned the family of blood or threatened to rip time #because he was Time Lord Victorious and it was his right #but nine #glorious nine #who is so comfortable with dealing out death that he thinks nothing of it; you cannot flinch from what you are #nine can smile and lightly talk about sparing one life; maybe two; because the dead of the time war slide off the scale and what is one more #world compared to that? #he is so steeped in horror it has become mundane for him (the first horror is the horror; the second is accepting it) #nine who emerged from the Time War the only colossus in a universe of ants #but rather than choosing to crush them beneath his heel because what is one more world? #he happens to be kind #because if you happen to be kind enough; if you choose not to step and snuff out their tiny lives enough times #maybe you can work your way back to being a good man #a fool’s errand #but a good fool #doctor who (notbecauseofvictories)
In short, don’t skip nine.
A Doctor Who super-fan has been given the perfect gift by her husband - a replica of the TARDIS used by the show’s hero to travel through time.
Midwife Clare Lee, who owns dozens of TARDIS-themed ornaments, uses the model as a shed at the bottom of her garden in Nottingham.
But unlike the real TARDIS from the BBC hit, which is much bigger inside than out, the replica only has enough space to fit a wheelbarrow.
#we will never be able to really know them #do you ever just #think about that#there is so muchwe’ve discovered about them #and we’ve watched them grow#but there’s eighteen years of empty space there #where they only had each other#and no matter how close we get #how many reinventions of them we see #we’ll never know what sam said to dean over breakfast the day he turned eleven #and we get these little glimpses of the boys who grew up in a back seat of a car wrapped around each other