"never apply logic to Doctor Wh-"
nO MOTHERFUCKER I WANT A CERTAIN SOMEONE TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE FOR HIS SHITTY WRITING AND FOR TURNING MY FAVORITE SHOW INTO AN ILLOGICAL MASS FILLED WITH “IMPOSSIBLE GIRLS” AND “BLOCKBUSTER PLOTS”
New official art released today: ‘The Eleven Doctors’
Don’t let the hating fool you; mom crocheted jammie dodger pins to celebrate Eleven’s last episode and we both wore them proudly with our silly christmas cracker crowns while watching the special, even though we both have hella complaints about Moffat’s writing.
Also my sincerest apologies for the abbreviation of Doctor in that snap. There’s only so much space to work with in snapchat…
My whole family’s first reaction to the christmas special was how, as usual, Eleven’s storylines seemed really thrown together and the connections to past episodes felt seriously contrived and retcon-y. Just like the anniversary special, what a surprise.
I desperately hope moffat can actually do some long-term planning for capaldi’s episodes and have some decent foreshadowing and pacing (and I def agree with the lovelies on my dash complaining about clara’s treatment)
You don’t understand how much I want to cosplay tasha lem right now
can we please talk about this
# 1998 is a hard year for jackie # even working two jobs money is tight # (especially with rose’s gymnastic lessons # but rose loves them and jackie will sell her own kidneys to ensure she can keep attending) # and christmas is just around the corner # she looks over her books and feels ill: # she simply can’t afford to get rose any proper gift this year # and it breaks her heart # because rose is so excited # she loves christmas # keeps saying how she hopes it’ll snow this year # proper like # and christmas eve jackie is up late # worrying and hating how disappointed rose is gonna be come morning # when she wakes up to see the floor is almost empty beneath the tree # and that’s when there’s a knock at the door # she opens it # (with a baseball bat at the ready - it’s late on the estate after all) # and there’s no one there # just a red child-sized bike # with a note attached # 'she's gonna be fantastic' it reads in messy loopy handwriting # 'merry christmas' # and normally she’d be worried about weirdos and stalkers but tonight # tonight it’s christmas eve and jackie tyler knows when not to look a gift horse in the mouth # so she hauls it inside quiet as she can # and the next morning when she’s awoken by the sound of rose crashing her new bike # into the hallway mirror # shrieking in delight the entire time # she takes a moment to say a silent thank you (via)
and now I’m crying