I am worried about what 'Doctor Who' fandom will do in 2009. Delighted as I am that David Tennant will not ever leave us, I can't help but imagine a great darkness covering all sides of the intertubes, with little prairie dogs running around unable to find each other! *flail*
I realize that this will, in all likelihood, not come to pass, but if it does, I think we should come up with some sort of Emergency Rescue Program. (Not UNLIKE the Emergency Freakout System.) Just in CASE there's some sort of horrible black darkness in between specials. Maybe a code? "If you get lost from the prairie network, quack three times and then wait ten seconds before trying again. Run away if you see a ninja."
This may be workable.
This is the Doctor after sending Rose away in "The Parting of the Ways."
He has angst and woe.
But then Rose comes back and shines with bright light and saves the day. which is lovely because that means he gets to snog her.
However, in Doomsday, HE FUCKING DOES IT AGAIN.
I DON'T KNOW WHY, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MOMENT MAKES ME TALK IN ALL CAPS AND POSSIBLY SOB A LITTLE BIT. *sniff*
I think it's that thing Tennant does. You know, like when he looks like he wants to cry, but then doesn't? I hate that look. That look kills pieces of my soul.
(I really meant to say something else deeply insightful about these scenes, but somehow I can't get passed all the angst and woe. WHAT WAS I THINKING?!)
HERE! HAVE SOME EDIBLE BALL BEARINGS:
*runs off*