Well. there goes another mind fuck.
…Brb watching Silence In The Library
ETA: Having just looked through a transcript of the episode, I cannot find anything. Dammit Moff. Stop being so intricate.
The line ‘I lied, I’m always lying. Bound to be others.’
You took merchandising too far.
Scarred for life.
what is this oh god
O_O O_O O_O O_O
I…I kind of want it. Especially if there were a way to make it magnetic like “smart putty”. Then it’d be really cool.
Oh yes, I’m 8.
Dude, if I were 8 years old right now, I really would want this. I think it’s perfectly aimed at the kid audience of Doctor Who. Goo and body parts. Yup.
:/ Why arent they using thier resources to make Rory merch since there is none.
At least that wont freak me out. X)
i kinda want to eat the goo
Because Rory merchandise would just die or disappear from reality.
I just thought of Moffat buying hundreds of Rory dolls and destroying them in different ways. (eg. melting on a lamp) XD
He saw her little face peeking, afraid and tired from all the running she had done that night. The Doctor smiled softly and called her over.
“It’s alright,” he said, “you can trust me. What’s your name? Where did you come from?”
“I ran away,” the girl replied, shivering as a breeze swept through the alleyway. “They had masks, and they kept poking me with needles.”
He frowned as she wiggled her nose to stop from sneezing. “Are you sick?”
“I don’t know. I-I think so…it hurt.”
“Was it…was it a hospital you ran from?”
“No.” Her eyes were bright in the moonlight and she was determined to make him understand. “It hurt. My hands…my hair, they changed. And it hurt. Everywhere.”
“Your hair changed?”
But the little girl didn’t hear him, looking over her shoulder in anxiousness. “They’re still looking for me,” she said, and then turned back to him. “Please don’t tell them I was here.”
“Do you know where you’re going?”
“The Forest. The Gamma Forest.” She smiled. “I heard the guards outside my room talking about it. It sounds magical, no one ever goes there. I can hide and be safe.”
“Where are your parents?”
“I don’t know.”
The Doctor took a deep breath. He glanced to where the TARDIS stood on the other end of the road. He looked back down at the little girl.
“I can take you there. It’ll be faster, safer than you running off on your own. Here, hold onto my hand.” She took the hand he offered her, and he squeezed it encouragingly.
“What’s your name?” he asked again with a big grin.
The girl smiled back, feeling relieved for the first time in a long while.
“Melody, sir,” she said. “And you?”
“Hello, Melody! I’m the Doctor.” Suddenly, they heard a loud crash and a pack of dogs barking, getting closer to them. The Doctor let out a booming laugh, tugged Melody’s hand, and yelled out, “Run!”
Small piece of fanfic. Very very beautiful.
I don’t know if I’m ever going to get to write another Doctor Who. So I want everything in it. So I want one that got scary bits in it. And I want it funny. And I want it to have exciting chasing bits. And, I want it to make you cry. And, I want it to make you happy even though you’re crying. And, I want it to do things that you’ve never done before. And if I can, I’d like to do a few moments where you go: ‘I don’t even- Can you do that? Can you it that Doctor Who?’ Well, suppose he just did.
Doctor Who has never pretended to be hard science fiction … At best Doctor Who is a fairytale, with fairytale logic about this wonderful man in this big blue box who at the beginning of every story lands somewhere where there is a problem.