#everything is gone

he takes his four years completely alone, with coma slurry and taumoeba, steadily going mad as he loses all sense of self

he's fully nonverbal by the time he arrives on earth, overwhelmed by human presence, the space to move, the noise and color

he's mostly shielded from it -- they hospitalize him immediately, of course; he's emaciated and has scurvy, etc. Only he has a violent aversion to someone coming at him with a needle. terror, yes -- but cornered in a hospital room, there's nowhere to run. and he's not the same man that tried to run before. no, he grabs the closest thing to a weapon and tries to fight his way out. he is NOT letting them catch him again. he'd rather die!

he swipes some sweats on his way out and just. slips into anonymity. the savior of the world, the miraculous survivor of a suicide mission, and he didn't even stay long enough to be thanked, to be taken care of, to be healed

and once he gets out there, he realizes he doesn't even know what to do next except get away. he has no idea how to interact with society, how to ask for help or whether he can trust anyone. there's something cold living in the place his heart used to be. the part of him that always reached out for connection withered and died in those years of isolation with nothing but his memories for company. he doesn't feel human anymore. he feels like an alien that has landed on earth, some wild animal scurrying along the fringes

b plot of the world's top scientists trying to locate him and they keep trying to be very respectful and peaceful and everything and he reacts at a 12 every single time anyway, because it always brings him back to the day they sentenced him to death

only nobody seems to know that happened but him. everyone involved is either old, dead, or in prison.

RTD never wrote a Christmas special. He don’t cast a new Doctor. He lied. And that’s coming from the man himself: https://www.instagram.com/p/DZZqSzANqIK/?igsh=MTh4Z25mbGVxbzVpeg==

So first Good Omens is completely destroyed and now Doctor Who is dead.

Yep, ok, so I guess I’m just not allowed comfort shows. Such a great year.

Flames came without warning licking walls and floorboards like they had a grudge only I could never understand

The smoke curled through rooms turning memories into ash before I could blink Photos, letters, the smell of old coffee all eaten by a hunger that didn’t care who I was

I ran through corridors of heat hands outstretched for ghosts that refused to hold me back Every step was a ledge tallying what I’d lose and every loss made my lungs heavier

Outside, the night watched in silence red light painting the trees and neghbors’ faces with a kind of mercy that mocked me

When the fire left only ruin I counted the absence the hollow spaces where my life had once settled Even grief felt flammable even sorrow could burn

GabV1el :3