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*yawns and grins at internet*. I love you guys. Getting to comments in a minute (and I swear I'm going to stop being lazy and find me some Eleven icons today too), gonna blather first 'cause vidding it out helped me find at least some words.
Here's the thing, what makes Doctor Who the show of my heart, in case it wasn't, y'know, clear from the contender for Most Obvious Self Insert In A Vid award. We can talk about all the grown up reasons why this or that episode or character or storyline or whatever did or didn't work, and certainly that affects my enjoyment one way or the other. But what gets me is the place where logic and reason haven't taken hold, that bit of me that is still 7 years old and praying to Santa, believing that the Doctor is going to come get me.
And I realize that on some level this makes me really pathetic, but one of the reasons the squee faded and I have been kinda struggling and bitter is that it has been a very long time since I believed that he would. Don't get me wrong, I loved (and STILL love) Ten madly...and here we go with the pathetic again, but that kinda only makes it hurt worse that I stopped looking for him. Why would I? Companions have had to chase him down and prove themselves to him and even then you're just going to cause him more pain and loneliness in the end anyway. I love the Doctor, I don't want to be the instrument of his suffering, ya know?
I don't know if it will hold, I certainly hope it will, but Eleven? Well, my inner 7 year old is packing a little red lined suitcase right now. Just in case. Feel free to point and laugh.
Here's the thing, what makes Doctor Who the show of my heart, in case it wasn't, y'know, clear from the contender for Most Obvious Self Insert In A Vid award. We can talk about all the grown up reasons why this or that episode or character or storyline or whatever did or didn't work, and certainly that affects my enjoyment one way or the other. But what gets me is the place where logic and reason haven't taken hold, that bit of me that is still 7 years old and praying to Santa, believing that the Doctor is going to come get me.
And I realize that on some level this makes me really pathetic, but one of the reasons the squee faded and I have been kinda struggling and bitter is that it has been a very long time since I believed that he would. Don't get me wrong, I loved (and STILL love) Ten madly...and here we go with the pathetic again, but that kinda only makes it hurt worse that I stopped looking for him. Why would I? Companions have had to chase him down and prove themselves to him and even then you're just going to cause him more pain and loneliness in the end anyway. I love the Doctor, I don't want to be the instrument of his suffering, ya know?
I don't know if it will hold, I certainly hope it will, but Eleven? Well, my inner 7 year old is packing a little red lined suitcase right now. Just in case. Feel free to point and laugh.