i’ll love you til the day that they lay me in my grave and on my headstone they will write “here lies a woman who was desperately in love with a kid who was never rewarded for the good things he’s done, who never asked for reward, who died a pointless death, who was taken away from everything he ever loved and ever knew, who was burdened with tasks he couldn’t handle but he handled them anyway with grace and bravery beyond what anyone could have imagined he possessed, here lies the boy who sassed the king of hell, here lies the boy who trusted people even when he shouldn’t have, here lies the boy who thought his greatest accomplishment was his SAT score but who learned that he was so much more”
kevin fucking tran
#because the Doctor ends #everything ends sometime even the Doctor #and this is the end of the long song #retirement #finding peace in the job given to him by Elizabeth the First #where he can help UNIT by looking after the Under Gallery through the hundreds of years still left to him #where he can occasionally venture up into the National Gallery above #and watch time pass slowly #and in the right order #and not think it too bad a thing #where he can sometimes see #when the heavens align just right #familiar faces touring the gallery #a history teacher taking her class on an outing #an aspiring journalist doing a story #a young girl with blonde hair who only just started having adventures #but still comes back when her friend calls her #because doesn’t that statue of Fortuna look familiar? #and the Doctor smiles as they examine the work of another pair of hands #a younger pair of hands #and where he tells stories #oh so many stories #to whomever will listen #young Alistair when he wasn’t playing pretend soldiers #little Kate when her father was having adventures without her #and then her daughter Osgood #who listened more than anyone else #as he told her stories of a daft old man and a blue box #and sometimes a long long scarf #as he told her she was brave and smart even when she couldn’t quite see it herself #as he made her better #even though the name ‘Doctor’ belonged to the man in his stories #and he was just the humble Curator #at the end of his years #waiting #waiting for that distant day #the day when he finally sees her again #a woman now but still her #hand in hand with the man he knew she’d be with #touring the gallery in the evening light #and he knew he’d fulfilled the promise he’d made so long ago #he had come back #yes he had come back #the long way around #to see his beloved grandchild and the home she had made in this place and in this time #and then he sighs #and with one last look #retreats back to the Under Gallery #to his dusty TARDIS with peeling paint #and sets the old girl on her last course #because even the Curator must end sometime (x)
Okay, this actually made me cry.
Oh god I don’t want Tom to go away
Like a ghost you haunt me every day that you’re gone…
It took my a while to come to terms with the fact that the Eleventh Doctor didn’t love Rose the way the Tenth Doctor did, but one thing that does carry over the regeneration is the memory of loving her the way Ten did. With that comes the memory of the pain of losing her. Rose is still a ghost who haunts him, just like all of his past companions.
and then there’s the Let’s Kill Hitler scene which doesn’t even need to be edited