history is subjunctive

interesting that in survival the doctor saw the master turning into a cat and literally the next scene he’s warning ace about the cheetah people that “they can be dangerously attractive”. yeah

This scene KILLS me every time because you can tell he's mentally pushed the action figures together for YEARS while waiting for this plan to come together and now shes actually partaking in his fantasy of control and power he can't keep it together. It's the quivalent of years of slow burn scheming/plotting/planning/manifesting/wishing/dreaming finally paying off in front of him, and he does what all good fic readers do when they're faced with there really only being one bed and take a moment to himself to go 'oh my fucking god its HAPPENING'

and the best part is that the doctor is just extremely unphased by all of it 😭

This is our brand new science fiction adventure character, he's a scientist and an old man. He's in a TV show called Doctor Who. He's credited as Dr Who. All production documents call him Dr Who. All promotional material calls him Dr Who. The novel adaptations call him Dr Who. The movie adaptations call him Dr Who. The original tie-in fiction calls him Dr Who. And week one of his TV show he's going to meet a guy who's like "What's your name? What do we call you?" and our hero is going to be like "hohoho hehehe you dumb motherfucker. Never talk to me again." And then he's never ever going to give anyone his goddamn name.

I was waiting for the punchline and it didn’t disappoint

You think Clara Oswald is a tragedy because you think that travelling with the Doctor changed her and made her too reckless and proud, that she got in over her head and flew too close to the sun; I think Clara Oswald is a tragedy because she was trapped in a world that felt unbearable and she didn’t even understand that or the possibility not to feel that way until she met the Doctor. I think it’s tragic how when you meet someone who feels like the only person in the whole universe who understands your deep seated feelings of loneliness and alienation, you can’t help but mirror each other to the extreme. That sometimes lost people who find each other can’t give each other what they need, no matter how much they might want to. That they would still try, of course they would. That sometimes people’s self-destructive impulses will feed into one another despite their best intentions. That the love was there, but it didn’t change anything. That the love was there, and that’s what changed everything. We are NOT the same.