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More... *intensity*!
The Girls decided to watch The End of Time this morning, and I watched key bits in amongst doing other things. Ah, nostalgia...
The Master was delightful as always (I could watch him read the phone book), but MY GOD, TEN!
He is just this WALKING BALL OF PAIN and he DOESN'T SMILE AT ALL and at the end (when he visits EVERYONE) they ask him questions and he just LOOKS AT THEM with DEEP DEEP PAIN IN HIS EYES.
(I just kinda want to shake him and go 'It's NOT THAT BAD! get a grip already!')
Oh and then when at the end he STRUGGLES towards the TARDIS, Impish Girl started singing 'Happy Death Day to you,' and then decided that it'd have been so much better if the Ood had been wearing a fez. Heh. I love my children.
Anyway, then came Eleven and he was HAPPY and SMILING and 'Yay, I'm crashing!' and everything was well. ♥
Disclaimer: I'm very fond of Ten, honestly. But the EPIC self pity needs mocking.
ETA: Because my brain can't think about these things without a bunny hopping along.
Scene: The Tenth Doctor is STRUGGLING towards his TARDIS. There is a FLASH and suddenly there appears a bowtie wearing man in a tweed jacket, with a fez on his head and a mop over his shoulder. He looks around.
MAN IN FEZ: Oh dear, wrong place. And time...
He spots Ten.
MAN IN FEZ: Ah. Definitely wrong time.
He taps his wrist and frowns.
TEN (confused, but still weighed down by his TRAGIC FATE): Who... who are you?
MAN IN FEZ: I... Nevermind. You're busy dying, better focus on that. Ood Sigma should be along any moment. Excellent fellow, he'll cheer you. Or not, as the case might be.
TEN (even more confused, and also somewhat insulted at the other man's tone): What? Listen-
He doubles over in pain, his whole mind blanking out for a moment.
MAN IN FEZ: Yes I really should be off.
He points the mop at Ten.
MAN IN FEZ: You have fun, OK?
Another FLASH and he disappears.
TEN (looks around): Wait, what- what just happened?
Then Ood Sigma appears and suddenly there's beautiful music and Ten valiantly struggles on, desperately trying to stop his mind from collapsing and having a vague idea that something just happened, but he can't quite remember what. All he knows is that dying is UNFAIR and that NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
~
And in a rapidly collapsing universe Eleven shakes his head and, smiling to himself, mutters something about youthful self-indulgences.
The Master was delightful as always (I could watch him read the phone book), but MY GOD, TEN!
He is just this WALKING BALL OF PAIN and he DOESN'T SMILE AT ALL and at the end (when he visits EVERYONE) they ask him questions and he just LOOKS AT THEM with DEEP DEEP PAIN IN HIS EYES.
(I just kinda want to shake him and go 'It's NOT THAT BAD! get a grip already!')
Oh and then when at the end he STRUGGLES towards the TARDIS, Impish Girl started singing 'Happy Death Day to you,' and then decided that it'd have been so much better if the Ood had been wearing a fez. Heh. I love my children.
Anyway, then came Eleven and he was HAPPY and SMILING and 'Yay, I'm crashing!' and everything was well. ♥
Disclaimer: I'm very fond of Ten, honestly. But the EPIC self pity needs mocking.
ETA: Because my brain can't think about these things without a bunny hopping along.
Scene: The Tenth Doctor is STRUGGLING towards his TARDIS. There is a FLASH and suddenly there appears a bowtie wearing man in a tweed jacket, with a fez on his head and a mop over his shoulder. He looks around.
MAN IN FEZ: Oh dear, wrong place. And time...
He spots Ten.
MAN IN FEZ: Ah. Definitely wrong time.
He taps his wrist and frowns.
TEN (confused, but still weighed down by his TRAGIC FATE): Who... who are you?
MAN IN FEZ: I... Nevermind. You're busy dying, better focus on that. Ood Sigma should be along any moment. Excellent fellow, he'll cheer you. Or not, as the case might be.
TEN (even more confused, and also somewhat insulted at the other man's tone): What? Listen-
He doubles over in pain, his whole mind blanking out for a moment.
MAN IN FEZ: Yes I really should be off.
He points the mop at Ten.
MAN IN FEZ: You have fun, OK?
Another FLASH and he disappears.
TEN (looks around): Wait, what- what just happened?
Then Ood Sigma appears and suddenly there's beautiful music and Ten valiantly struggles on, desperately trying to stop his mind from collapsing and having a vague idea that something just happened, but he can't quite remember what. All he knows is that dying is UNFAIR and that NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
~
And in a rapidly collapsing universe Eleven shakes his head and, smiling to himself, mutters something about youthful self-indulgences.