Any of my long time readers know that I started watching Doctor Who in the Spring of 2011. Most of you, long time reader or not, know that Doctor Who is the most important thing in my life after God and my friends. It’s been there to comfort me, to make me laugh, make me cry, even make me angry.
When I first starting watching, I watched new Who, watching from Eccleston to Smith circa series 5 in less than a month. I ate it up. Then it happened, I caught up. On April 16, 2013, I finished series 5 and had to go from watching 5 episodes a day, to having to wait a week, til the 23rd for the opener to series 6 – “The Impossible Astronaut.”
I’ve loved all 3 Doctor’s I’ve seen – Eccleston with his sass, Tennant with his intelligence, his beautiful, heartfelt acting and everything else about him. I cried as Ten regenerated and told myself I wouldn’t be able to love anyone like I loved him. I was right, I didn’t love anyone like I loved Ten, but immediately starting the Eleventh Hour, I fell in love with Matt. With his childlike wonder, his silliness, how sometimes you can believe he is so, so old, all the ways he cares about everyone he comes into contact with (Both in real life and as the Doctor come to think of it), Matt is my Doctor.
He was my first really, the first Doctor I waited a week, several weeks or often times months for the next episode. Matt’s the one I’ve spent the most time seeing, the most time I’ve spent falling in love with. Yes, Eccleston and Tennant are wonderful and are so very much the Doctor but Matt, Matt Smith is mine. He is the one I care about the most, the one I relate to the most – how he has fun and acts excited about everything, but sometimes, often the reason he acts so ridiculous is to cover the sadness, to forget everything from his past, to distract himself from the people he’s lost. I understand that feeling so well.
But more than that, the Eleventh Doctor cares, “900 years of Time and Space and I’ve never met anyone who wasn’t important.” The Eleventh Doctor has given my life more meaning, he’s made me realize how important I am, how even though caring often ends in pain – it’s worth it for the time you do have those people.
This Sunday, the Twelfth Doctor will be announced. BBC is having a special where Matt and Moffat will be talking about Doctor Who and letting us all know who’s coming next. We still have two episodes with Matt of course, but I’m already in tears just thinking of it, yes, it’s time, yes, this is the nature of the show and I know that I will fall in love with the new Doctor immediately. The Doctor is the same man always but Matt will always be MY Doctor. He will have that spot in my heart.
Obviously, this will be the first time I’ve witnessed the regeneration live, and trust me, on Christmas Day I will be a complete emotional wreck all day but this is also the first time I’ve gotten to be part of the hype, to see it build up. From hearing Matt announce that he was leaving, to seeing videos of him breakdown at Comic Con, saying he had made a mistake, begging people not to forget him.
It’s been a beautiful 4 years, I’ve loved every second of it and quickly you became the Doctor closest to my heart. You’ve made me laugh, cry and feel I could be a hero. I’m not ready for you to go but I know you feel it’s your time. Since that is the way the show works, I’m looking forward to who will be next but I’ll miss you and you will always be in my heart.
You were fantastic. Bow ties have never been cooler.
Raggedy man, goodbye.
Dear Matt Smith,
Hello, old friend, and here we are, you and us, on the last page. By the time you read these words, your time as the Doctor will be done. So know that we understand and are supportive of your decision. And above all else, know that we will love you, always.
Sometimes we do worry about you, though. We think once you’re gone, you won’t be coming back to Doctor Who for a while and that you might be sad, which you should never be.
Don’t be sad, Matthew.
And do one more thing for us. There’s whole fandom waiting in anticipation for our next Doctor. They’re going to wait a long while, so they’re going to need a lot of hope.
Go to them.
Tell them that if they’re patient, the days are coming that they’ll never forget. Tell them they’re going to see new planets and run from aliens. They’ll fall in love with a man that chose to carry on the legacy of being the Doctor. Tell them they’ll give hope to other fandoms and bring a whole new generation into the family that is Doctor Who.
Tell them this is the journey of the Eleventh Doctor. And this is how it ends.
“But what people don’t realize is that, when it comes to fictional characters, they are just as real to us as our friends or lovers or siblings or parents. It doesn’t matter that we can’t touch them or visit them or engage with them in conversation, what matters is that they’ve made an impact on our lives and that is what makes them real.”
This weekend’s episode of Doctor Who saw the final story for the Ponds, the return of the Weeping Angels and a time where Steven Moffat once again broke my heart. I went home this weekend with a friend and was therefore unable to watch the episode until last night instead of Saturday when it aired but it was worth the wait. While of course my heart is completely broken by the departure of the Ponds and who knows when I’ll be emotionally ok again, in my opinion it was a very well done episode. The Angels were terrifying as usual and from about the half-way point on, I was in tears which NEVER happens, especially not when I’m with people (Which I was). It was brilliant however as Moffat’s episodes always are and besides being emotional, confusing and terrifying, it was also witty and had moments where I laughed out loud. One such moment made me crack a smile but then immediately tear up again because of the Pond feels I was having, “I always wanted to visit the Statue of Liberty, I guess she got impatient.”
So yeah, I can’t even really write coherently right now because I’m still in recovery from that episode, all the emotions it brought and how like I recently wrote about I am going to miss Amy and Rory (And Karen and Arthur) so incredibly much. They’re forever seared on my heart.
“Hello old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and we’re very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space. Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.”
~ Amelia Jessica Pond – The Angels Take Manhattan
In continuation from yesterday’s post about my distress about the departure of Amy and Rory on Doctor Who this weekend:
The death or departure of beloved fictional characters always pains me emotionally but I realized earlier why the departure of the Ponds is more painful than that of the rest of the Doctor Who companions. Since I watched series 1-5 of Doctor Who in a 3 week span two years ago, the other companions I knew for a few days or at most a week or so, Amy and Rory are the ones I’ve been with, having to waits weeks or months for their next episode, I couldn’t just click “next” on Netflix to watch their next adventure, I had to wait. I became the other girl who waited, the girl who waited for them and for the Doctor. That’s I think why they’re my companions, and why Matt is my Doctor. Because they’re the ones I’ve been with the longest, the ones I fell the most in love with.
And though I am looking forward to meeting the new companion, played by Jenna Louise Coleman, Amy and Rory will always have a special place in my heart. As the Doctor said on Saturday in The Power of Three, “You were the first face this face saw. You’re seared on my hearts”, that’s how I feel about them too and I’m going to miss them.
For anyone who keeps up with Doctor Who, you probably know that it’s just a few more days until The Angels Take Manhattan, the mid-season finale and the episode that will with absolute certainty leave me in a puddle of tears on the floor.
Doctor Who has meant a lot to me for about 2 years now and like all fictional worlds that hold my heart, the characters in the show are equally important to me. This next week will see the end of Rory Williams and Amy Pond, my two all time favorite companions. This new series has been excellent thus far and while I’m looking forward to the new episode, I’m also dreading it because I know how emotional it will be. There’s been foreshadowing in the episodes up til this point and of course it’s been known for quite some time that they would be leaving in this Weeping Angels episode and head writer Steven Moffat confirmed that at least one of the two would die. This will mark the end of Team TARDIS, of the amazing chemistry the “Karen and the Babes” members of this cast has. Karen Gillan, Matt Smith and Arthur Darvill are not just the actors that portray these dear characters but through their years on this show, they’ve all grown to be best friends and people that I look up to and can always count on being entertained by in interviews. They’re the three that I know I would be friends with if the situation could occur, they’re quirky, nerdy and every bit as wonderful and flawless as their characters. Not only are they brilliant but they’re just as big of fans of the show as I am and knowing how much filming this episode tore them up emotionally is making it harder on me as well. All three of them said they had cried during the filming and there’s a heartbreaking video of Matt breaking down in tears reading the script.
I’m looking forward to Saturday but I know it’ll hurt as well.
“You know when grown-ups tell you everything’s going to be fine and you think they’re probably lying to make you feel better? The Angels Take Manhattan in four days. Everything’s going to be fine.”
~ The Doctor Who Twitter 9/25/2012
As you all know by now, there are several things that I love with all of my heart, two of those things are of course fictional characters and Doctor Who. So I decided to do some posts regarding why I love specific fictional characters and why they mean what they do to me.
Today’s post (As is obvious I hope by the title) is about the Doctor and why I love him as much as I do.
With the new season of Doctor Who starting up recently and with it getting closer to the Pond’s final episode, I’m getting more and more emotionally invested in this show. Anyways, not the point.
The point here is how much I love the Doctor. Now I figure that’s a pretty obvious character to love, I mean, he’s brilliant, funny, saves the world in each episode, what’s not to love right? (Unless of course you’re a Dalek.) But my love for the Doctor goes deeper than that, I love him in his bad times too, the times when he’s hurt and sad and lonely and angry but not only do I love him for those things, I can connect to him more than I can with a lot of other fictional characters. Obviously I can’t connect on a complete level, I’m not a brilliant alien who saves the world, and I haven’t destroyed races and planets, but when the Doctor, especially the 11th Doctor is being ridiculous, it’s reminiscent of what I do. Most of the times, he’s the most ridiculous person ever, making everyone smile, going out of his way to help people and causing random shenanigans but when you really look into his character and think about it, he’s not always that happy, sure, sometimes he is but some of the times, I think he acts that way because if he’s not acting ridiculous, he’ll be so incredibly sad and lonely that he honestly can’t stand it. Some people don’t understand that feeling but I do completely. People who know me in real life, people who just know me on the surface, would probably say those things about me, that I’m ridiculous and caring and would do anything for others, those things are all true and I really am one of the most ridiculous people around, but sometimes I am ridiculous for those same reasons, because the hurt and loneliness will catch up to me otherwise, I have to be ridiculous, or else I’ll be incredibly sad.
And that, along with countless other reasons is why I not only love the Doctor with my whole heart but why I can also connect to him, because I understand him.
DOCTOR WHO IS BACK! And it’s better than ever!
As many of you know, last night was the Series 7 premiere of Doctor Who. After waiting for 8 months I think the majority of us Whovians were just grateful to have it back but in my opinion that was one of the best episodes I’ve ever seen!
Daleks, divorce, zombie Daleks, souffle and an interesting look into a new character. Wow. My mind was absolutely blown!
It was incredible because 4 of my friends from back home came to visit me and watch it with me and also 2 of my friends here at school joined me in the watching party. We were completely enthralled with the episode from the first second and hardly a word was spoken til the end because we were so entranced by the magic that is the Doctor.
Steven Moffat has done again what he is best at, made a completely flawless episode that made me laugh, cry and fall more in love with these fictional characters than ever.
This will be a great (Though heartbreaking) series.
Last night at midnight my time the new trailer for the next season of Doctor Who was FINALLY released. After months of longing for more information the fandom was finally rewarded with a short trailer that of course made us more anxious than we were before and has caused us all to panic because of the spoilers that we are aware of in this next season.
We all know and have known for a while that in the 5th episode of this new season Amy and Rory will be leaving once and for all from the show and head-writer Steven Moffat has repeatedly teased us with horrible thoughts of “If you don’t cry at the Pond’s departure, I’m not doing my job” and “Not everyone makes it out alive, this time I mean it.” Obviously the fandom (Myself more than most apparently) has not take this news well as the Ponds are loved characters and we all know Moffat has a way of breaking our hearts on many occasions. (I have more than once likened him to an abusive boyfriend in the fact that he keeps hurting me time after time but I love him so I always go back. Being the troll he is, he would undoubtedly agree with the description.)
Anyways, as thrilled as I am about these new developments, the trailer as always just added more confusion. It’s looks super exciting though even though just the trailer itself broke my heart. The Daleks exploding things, the HORRIFYING baby weeping angel, the Doctor carrying a clearly-not-ok Amy Pond. My heart can’t take the feels.
I’m getting very anxious for this new season and look forward to it! I do wish they would hurry up and announce the release date though!