#i just squeaked #on the one hand bzuhh this is hot #i like my boys bruised and bloody#on the other hand this is terrifying on a deeply satisfying level #i want the literal doctor cold and driven to the brink of insanity #thrusting his bare hands into the still-beating heart of the monster #(which often it seems is his own self) #i want him stripped of that goddamn sonic screwdriver #i want him battling with his wits; i dont want him to hide behind the technology which refangs him somewhat (but on purpose) #(because if you reduce the doctor to his wits you are in fact unleashing him) #(and remember they literally built a box to hold this monster in) #(you can’t build a securer one than the one he’s already built himself) #i want your vicious unholy abyss stripped clean of the scabs you have carefully cultivatd is what i want #i want you ripping through everything in your way even as you bleed yourself #i want you angry i want you vengeful with the fury of eternity #with the guilt of the massacre of your own flesh and soul that you will enver wash clean #i want you smothered with the blood that has always adorned you #i want you destroyed and destroying #i want eternity reflecting the hollowness within you #i want….. so much and MOFFAT GET THE FUCK OUT SO I CAN HAVE IT BACK AGAIN GODDAMNIT (thymoss)
#yes thank #give me all your trickster archetypes transmogrified into embodiments of death and chaos #show me the blood staining the doctor #that we intellectually know is there; i want to see it in his bruises in the blood in the torn clothes and smoke from the battlefield #i want the centuries of careful control and barely-performed humanity to be broken through and have the alien peer back #i want the dark heart of rage that lurks in the centre of his humanism to ripple forth in anguish #and drive him proper mad #it’s all goddamn there in the text; davies saw it; hinted at it; showed us the abyss pouring out through the cracks ever now and again #moffat only plays at it #want it #no one man should have all that power (via okayophelia)
Happy Birthday Doctor Who! You have touched the lives of fans (including mine) across both time and space. Thank you for fifty years of splendor about a mad man inside a magic blue box.
#okay but can we talk about the brilliance of this #how nine is fresh from the time war #he can hold a gun to a dalek and sail through time and space #he’ll sacrifice himself to protect the many like a good king should #and he respects the normal life he can’t have (see: the married couple in the church in Father’s Day) #Ten’s hubris was his problem from the very beginning #and he lost so much and felt so much pain that he lashed out #and in doing so realized his power #he was the last of the time lord-a GOD in power #the laws of time are mine and they will obey me! #But the universe made sure to slap him right back into his place #and remind him that he’s more of a liability than an asset to the world #and eleven? he’s given up #defeated #with a scary cold wrath hiding beneath the childlike exterior #he doesn’t believe in a higher cause #something worth fighting for #or the deity of himself #what’s a god to a nonbeliever? (via kerrionmywaywardsons)
Are you going to age with grace?
Are you going to age without mistakes?