And this is why Nine is my Doctor.
Suddenly I understand what one of my huge issues has been with the latest Doctor Who episodes
The Doctor has been reacting with horror rather than wonder, and running rather than communicating
Thanks 9 you’ve helped me come to a point of clarity
can we please talk about this
# 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready - it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # 'she's gonna be fantastic' it reads in messy loopy handwriting # 'merry christmas' # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via)
and now I’m crying
Fantastic /fænˈtæstɪk/: A word often used by the ninth incarnation of The Doctor to express that something was extravagantly fanciful.
The end of the Earth. It’s gone. We were too busy saving ourselves, no one saw it go. All those years. All that history and no one was even looking. It’s just…
…you were fantastic.