I don't have the words to explain how much I love this post. I shall have to pimp it and say 'THIS IS HOW I FEEL!'
But... I shall try to comment a bit, because rambling is my speciality. :)
I actually adore these episodes. To teeny tiny ridiculous flawed pieces. You know, I almost love them *because* of the crack and the plotholes. Because RTD wouldn't be RTD without them.
I am still not entirely sure what to do with the Master's botched resurrection making him insatiably hungry and obsessed with hot flesh &c &c I think in part it's a commentary on 'the season'... "That's human Christmas out there!" the Master says, and at Christmas what do we do? We consume and consume and consume. Whilst part of the planet is continually starving. It's rather dark, and I'm not sure it's a point that comes across very well. From a 'plot' POV it does make sense that a body that is literally coming apart will need constant fuel. (And I have this completely *insane* idea that the Master disappears into the Time War and eats it. I think RTD has broken my brain... *worries*)
Because, as we know now, the drums are a tangible thing with a tangible origin, and they are both allowed the revelation that perhaps the Master is slightly less insane than either of them estimated. It's a *stunning* moment!
Confession: bondage!Master makes me want to throw out all serious fic considerations and write reams of awful self-indulgent stuff where Ten has gone off the deep end and keeps a pet Master. I think that's what RTD writes in his spare time. Honestly, he totally set it up back in LotT!
And, "My name," says the Master, "is the Master," and promptly fixes the Immortality Gate, complete with his own specs. Because he's stone-cold brilliant, he is, and even though I think his SIX-BILLION MASTERS!! plan leaves something to be desired, he did think it up in half an hour while rigging alien tech. My biggest kink of all is competence, and this whole thing pretty much killed me with awesome. (Also I got my friend kathyh to make me this icon!)
The Master is so pleased that the Doctor has worked out what's going on! Everything becomes at least a hundred times more satisfying when the Doctor is around to be audience to his triumph, you see. *draws hearts* I also love how - later, with the Timelords - he's all 'Hush - don't tell them!', because of course the Doctor has worked out what he's up to... The way they understand each other is a thing of beauty!
I want a stupid spinoff about baby Theta purely so that I can stare at Gallifreyan CGI for hours, no lie. The BBC actually asked RTD to do this, but he refused. It'd lose the magic...
Meanwhile part of the Plot Device Prophecy names the Enmity of Ages, which makes me cackle with glee, because they know it's the Doctor and the Master instantly. WORST BREAKUP EVER, GUYS. And mm, Gallifreyan writing. Amen! This OTP is EPIC! It's written in the stars! *profound love*
BEST FRIEND. <3 I love how EVERYONE (even those who dislike the ep) adore Wilf, and the fact that the Doctor called Donna his best friend!
One wonders, then, whether it was a resurrection flaw or an integral flaw of the body, one he knew would happen when he chose to die rather than regenerate. I presume it was Lucy's portion of mumblemumbledeath that screwed him up...
here we've got the Doctor talking about his own death as Ten as a real death, because someone else with his memories walks away, and meanwhile the Master treats his current body like a faulty suit. Mm the politics of regeneration. I love it. :)
it's a different kind of stupid intimate comfort they have with one another. Oh yeah. I'm right there with you!
Say it with me: his unwillingness to kill the Master is greater than his fear of death and his love of humanity combined. Fucking hell. Gives me shivers of the best possible kind! I think it's partly that the Doctor wants to find another way - a way where he can keep the Master and save humanity, but even so... ("I've got one thing to say to you!") Also, Timelords returning = grabbing gun is TOTALLY awesome.
but it all sounds like it's on the brink of a fairytale, like a Hieronymus Bosch painting, and I love it, I love it with all my heart. This!
AND THEN THE DOCTOR POINTS HIS GUN AT THE LORD PRESIDENT TO STOP HIM FROM KILLING THE MASTER I could watch that scene over and over and over forever. *has goosebumps*
So that bit breaks me. So does this. *sniff* You and me both.
I love Ten and I love Rose, without ever having liked Ten/Rose, but to my astonishment I retroactively love it because I've suddenly had it slot into my head in a way that makes sense -- it was codependence of the highest mad order, and that was Ten's last little moment to take in Rose's thousand-watt smile and reflect a little happiness. Exactly!!! I'm so glad that you can articulate my thoughts so beautifully. :)
but I don't wish that he'd died stoic and noble and resigned. That was never, ever Ten's way. Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light: I don't want to go. Absolutely. *loves Ten entirely too much* Also, yay for fire!
He's got arms! Legs! Fingers, lots of fingers! He's not a girl, and he's not ginger, and I'm not entirely ready for him yet, but I will be! The Doctor is dead; long live the Doctor. :D That's it.
Thank you SO SO MUCH for this post, which just infuses everything with such love and affection that it makes me smile. And this is probably the longest comment EVER and I should go.
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But... I shall try to comment a bit, because rambling is my speciality. :)
I actually adore these episodes. To teeny tiny ridiculous flawed pieces.
You know, I almost love them *because* of the crack and the plotholes. Because RTD wouldn't be RTD without them.
I am still not entirely sure what to do with the Master's botched resurrection making him insatiably hungry and obsessed with hot flesh &c &c
I think in part it's a commentary on 'the season'... "That's human Christmas out there!" the Master says, and at Christmas what do we do? We consume and consume and consume. Whilst part of the planet is continually starving. It's rather dark, and I'm not sure it's a point that comes across very well. From a 'plot' POV it does make sense that a body that is literally coming apart will need constant fuel. (And I have this completely *insane* idea that the Master disappears into the Time War and eats it. I think RTD has broken my brain... *worries*)
Because, as we know now, the drums are a tangible thing with a tangible origin, and they are both allowed the revelation that perhaps the Master is slightly less insane than either of them estimated.
It's a *stunning* moment!
Confession: bondage!Master makes me want to throw out all serious fic considerations and write reams of awful self-indulgent stuff where Ten has gone off the deep end and keeps a pet Master.
I think that's what RTD writes in his spare time. Honestly, he totally set it up back in LotT!
And, "My name," says the Master, "is the Master," and promptly fixes the Immortality Gate, complete with his own specs. Because he's stone-cold brilliant, he is, and even though I think his SIX-BILLION MASTERS!! plan leaves something to be desired, he did think it up in half an hour while rigging alien tech.
My biggest kink of all is competence, and this whole thing pretty much killed me with awesome. (Also I got my friend kathyh to make me this icon!)
The Master is so pleased that the Doctor has worked out what's going on! Everything becomes at least a hundred times more satisfying when the Doctor is around to be audience to his triumph, you see.
*draws hearts* I also love how - later, with the Timelords - he's all 'Hush - don't tell them!', because of course the Doctor has worked out what he's up to... The way they understand each other is a thing of beauty!
I want a stupid spinoff about baby Theta purely so that I can stare at Gallifreyan CGI for hours, no lie.
The BBC actually asked RTD to do this, but he refused. It'd lose the magic...
Meanwhile part of the Plot Device Prophecy names the Enmity of Ages, which makes me cackle with glee, because they know it's the Doctor and the Master instantly. WORST BREAKUP EVER, GUYS. And mm, Gallifreyan writing.
Amen! This OTP is EPIC! It's written in the stars! *profound love*
BEST FRIEND. <3
I love how EVERYONE (even those who dislike the ep) adore Wilf, and the fact that the Doctor called Donna his best friend!
One wonders, then, whether it was a resurrection flaw or an integral flaw of the body, one he knew would happen when he chose to die rather than regenerate.
I presume it was Lucy's portion of mumblemumbledeath that screwed him up...
here we've got the Doctor talking about his own death as Ten as a real death, because someone else with his memories walks away, and meanwhile the Master treats his current body like a faulty suit. Mm the politics of regeneration.
I love it. :)
it's a different kind of stupid intimate comfort they have with one another.
Oh yeah. I'm right there with you!
Say it with me: his unwillingness to kill the Master is greater than his fear of death and his love of humanity combined. Fucking hell.
Gives me shivers of the best possible kind! I think it's partly that the Doctor wants to find another way - a way where he can keep the Master and save humanity, but even so... ("I've got one thing to say to you!") Also, Timelords returning = grabbing gun is TOTALLY awesome.
but it all sounds like it's on the brink of a fairytale, like a Hieronymus Bosch painting, and I love it, I love it with all my heart.
This!
AND THEN THE DOCTOR POINTS HIS GUN AT THE LORD PRESIDENT TO STOP HIM FROM KILLING THE MASTER
I could watch that scene over and over and over forever. *has goosebumps*
So that bit breaks me. So does this.
*sniff* You and me both.
I love Ten and I love Rose, without ever having liked Ten/Rose, but to my astonishment I retroactively love it because I've suddenly had it slot into my head in a way that makes sense -- it was codependence of the highest mad order, and that was Ten's last little moment to take in Rose's thousand-watt smile and reflect a little happiness.
Exactly!!! I'm so glad that you can articulate my thoughts so beautifully. :)
but I don't wish that he'd died stoic and noble and resigned. That was never, ever Ten's way. Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light: I don't want to go.
Absolutely. *loves Ten entirely too much* Also, yay for fire!
He's got arms! Legs! Fingers, lots of fingers! He's not a girl, and he's not ginger, and I'm not entirely ready for him yet, but I will be! The Doctor is dead; long live the Doctor. :D
That's it.
Thank you SO SO MUCH for this post, which just infuses everything with such love and affection that it makes me smile. And this is probably the longest comment EVER and I should go.