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rage, rage against the dying of the light
I've ... been staring at this blank screen a little, and also I'm not sure I can feel my legs. At least Eleven had legs? I think Eleven was doing a Ten impression and will settle into being properly himself after a little while.
I think the real problem is that Ten's last words were I don't want to go, and it fucking ripped my heart out. I already didn't want him to go! And he was alone, oh god, a huge part of me wishes he would have died entirely without ceremony in that little glass chamber with Wilf watching helplessly, and then sprung out and raced off without a second thought. Because the I don't want to die was contained in that awful little tantrum he had when Wilf was still trapped, and that -- I didn't need my heart ripped out twice. I DON'T HAVE TWO.
I guess I'm working backwards, so: I hate that his death was so drawn-out; if he had to stumble off, I didn't need to see a Retrospect On Ten's Companions (fuck you, Mickey found this universe's Jake, Martha is married to Tom Milligan OR DID YOU FORGET THIS, RUSTY, and I can already assume what Donna and Jack and Sarah Jane are up to) -- I would have just done Rose at new year's. I did love that. I love that he got to see her, because in about a million ways that makes it worse, and may have been the second time I teared up.
The first, by the way, was when the Master started blasting the fuck out of the Time Lords and screaming at them for using him. I am going to be inexcusably egotistical now, but thanks, I did a much better and more coherent plot with Gallifrey and the time lock than RTD managed; I actually did love the hugely dark take on the War, and though I maybe laughed a bit at Timothy Dalton (who may or may not have been Rassilon?? I AM CONFUSED) going on about "We'll fuck over all of spacetime and ascend! Like Ancients from that other show! EVEN MORE IRRESPONSIBLY!!" it ... does seem like the ultimate in douchey noninterference. As so often happens, A++ on concept, D- on execution.
I love that the Doctor can't kill the Master to save the human race. I love that for once, for once, they got out of one another's way. If the BBC had sanctioned me an extra ten minutes, I would have had the Master shuffle through all of his crazy and then genuinely team up with the Doctor to kick the Time Lords out of time, although I ... am not sure whether I would have sucked the Master out with them. There is something satisfyingly circular about him going out with them, even if it means Ten couldn't die in his arms.
Fuck, Ten had just -- the most depressing run. Like, lots of it was really genuinely good; I mean that at the end there is no hope. And I'm not quite sure what to do with that.
I still want to write that Doctor/Master fic I wanted to after seeing part one -- all of my notes are still frighteningly pertinent -- but since I don't think it's a fix-it from a place of "oh Rusty, wtf are you doing?" any longer, I'm going to have to sit down and talk with it a while rather than banging it out.
Tell me what you guys thought.
I think the real problem is that Ten's last words were I don't want to go, and it fucking ripped my heart out. I already didn't want him to go! And he was alone, oh god, a huge part of me wishes he would have died entirely without ceremony in that little glass chamber with Wilf watching helplessly, and then sprung out and raced off without a second thought. Because the I don't want to die was contained in that awful little tantrum he had when Wilf was still trapped, and that -- I didn't need my heart ripped out twice. I DON'T HAVE TWO.
I guess I'm working backwards, so: I hate that his death was so drawn-out; if he had to stumble off, I didn't need to see a Retrospect On Ten's Companions (fuck you, Mickey found this universe's Jake, Martha is married to Tom Milligan OR DID YOU FORGET THIS, RUSTY, and I can already assume what Donna and Jack and Sarah Jane are up to) -- I would have just done Rose at new year's. I did love that. I love that he got to see her, because in about a million ways that makes it worse, and may have been the second time I teared up.
The first, by the way, was when the Master started blasting the fuck out of the Time Lords and screaming at them for using him. I am going to be inexcusably egotistical now, but thanks, I did a much better and more coherent plot with Gallifrey and the time lock than RTD managed; I actually did love the hugely dark take on the War, and though I maybe laughed a bit at Timothy Dalton (who may or may not have been Rassilon?? I AM CONFUSED) going on about "We'll fuck over all of spacetime and ascend! Like Ancients from that other show! EVEN MORE IRRESPONSIBLY!!" it ... does seem like the ultimate in douchey noninterference. As so often happens, A++ on concept, D- on execution.
I love that the Doctor can't kill the Master to save the human race. I love that for once, for once, they got out of one another's way. If the BBC had sanctioned me an extra ten minutes, I would have had the Master shuffle through all of his crazy and then genuinely team up with the Doctor to kick the Time Lords out of time, although I ... am not sure whether I would have sucked the Master out with them. There is something satisfyingly circular about him going out with them, even if it means Ten couldn't die in his arms.
Fuck, Ten had just -- the most depressing run. Like, lots of it was really genuinely good; I mean that at the end there is no hope. And I'm not quite sure what to do with that.
I still want to write that Doctor/Master fic I wanted to after seeing part one -- all of my notes are still frighteningly pertinent -- but since I don't think it's a fix-it from a place of "oh Rusty, wtf are you doing?" any longer, I'm going to have to sit down and talk with it a while rather than banging it out.
Tell me what you guys thought.
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