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Post-Matt blues: Ruminations of a forlorn Whovian

Van Gogh inspired fanart. Via Pinterest, click to see the pin.

So I’ve finished Doctor Who and am where everyone else is at, awaiting the rein of Peter Capaldi. My body spasms in tears and the time in between them can extend for days. I cry in quiet little tremors and every tear is like an arrow that leaks through the cracks in my skin and strikes my singular human heart. It is finally sinking in that Matt is not The Doctor on screen anymore. I mean, and we all can agree, that he – like the other magnificent men – will always be The Doctor. Our Doctor.

It bites every time a face is lost to time, if you know what I mean. Matt, oh, Matt. Ugh. I can’t ever say anything proper. I love him unlike any other. The funny thing is that at the beginning, I acknowledged him as the enigmatic Time Lord before I realized he was an actor. I mean that in a good way, and there are some bad ways it could go because I understand that some actors don’t like to be stuck in our minds just as a particular character. Matt, nah. He seems to bathe in every second of it.

I … I just. Oh for the love of custard and fish bits! I’ll spit it out. His Doctor was one who was filled with the pain on the inside but tried to cover it up under this ever fresh coat of happy paint; fresh because he mostly means it. He was the optimist, the best friend (and the son-in-law, hehe), ever the fighter and believer in dreams and bow-ties and fezzes. Matt’s energy and well-spring of vitality always always makes me feel better about myself and this world, more than any of the previous two had. I haven’t emphasized enough on how much of a goof he was but it was so obvious to us Whovians. Continue reading



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Strive to be happy (in a non-evil way)

Let’s have the music, shall we?

This is so … right for this series, though it alone couldn’t span the whole thing, just a track in its play-list. What series you ask?

Doctor Who.

Lovely music. Fantastic musician, Mark! I’ll do my interpretation in the distant future. That was what it had written under my peeling wall paper.

Sooo now, where where was I? Oh yes.

I’ve just finished the first episode of season three, Voyage of the Damned. Mr. Copper’s last scene was my favourite, probably will be one of most favorite. Because it humbled me. I knew of the want of  a relatively peaceful life. Life without unnecessary material voracity; greed. But a life that is as fair as one can make it to me. To want the simple things and be content with what one wants, what one can acquire as honorably was one can. I am not saying this in the right way. *Fangirl frustration*

There was this piece of hyena crap on board the – get this – the Titanic. Titanic! Oh dear Gallifrey. Stupid alian-human-looking-things! Mr. Copper’s screwed up knowledge of earth history was not to be blamed here.

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