Nine goes to visit Evelyn after the Time War, even though he knows he shouldn’t. She makes him cake. Lots of cake. All of the cake ever.
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He stumbles onto her doorstep in clothes torn and covered in ashes; he doesn’t have to say a word for Evelyn to figure out who it is (although the blue police box sitting on her front lawn, scratched and burned, is a dead giveaway). She lets this new Doctor into her home, and over tea and a chocolate cake she happened to have about, Evelyn hears the story of how Gallifrey burned. He says how they’re all dead and any and all questions in Evelyn’s mind lingering from their last travels together die with them.
So she sits and she listens and she makes cake, chocolate and strawberry and coconut and sherbet, because she’s afraid that if she stops feeding him, the Doctor will slip away again and never come back. His eyes are dead and his voice is cracked and several times Evelyn has to reach out to make sure he doesn’t drop his cup of tea.
She offers to let him stay the night, and he almost refuses until he sees the look in his past companion’s eyes; the kind of look that threatens to tie him down to the chair if it meant relaxing for just a second. So he does, and they spend the rest of the night talking about before any of it had ever happened, deftly skipping around the parts that mention his old home.
Evelyn falls asleep on the couch in the middle of a sentence and wakes up the next morning to find the Doctor gone, a box-shaped imprint on the lawn. And, for some reason, he takes the old leather jacket that had been hanging on the back of the front door, abandoned (like him) long ago and waiting for someone to find it.
So she breathes, makes a hot cup of tea, and prays that wherever he goes, he’ll find someone that makes him happy.
beautiful
we went from “just wanting to see sherlock and john fuck” to “just wanting to reify capitalist patriarchy” like how did that even happen
It’s a slippery slope.
it’s probably all the fucking lube.
^ And that is reason 1,235,765 that I shouldn’t scroll my dash while on the phone with my mother…
*feels incredibly proud*
After reading so many of your Metas i truly believe Sherlock is in love with John. But i still can’t 100% believe John also loves him. Sometimes I feel john defends himself by saying, “i’m not gay”, “we’re not a couple.”, and so forth and of course there are all those gifs that has John staring at sherlock’s neck. I mean i think john is attracted to sherlock, but not “in love”. I mean sherlock died and gave up his life for him. Where’s the big moment John realizes he’s in love with sherlock?
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Ok ok, I guess we can’t count the unaired pilot as canon.
I bet others have different readings of this (and I’d love to hear them). For me, these are the big moments.
Most humbling of all is to comprehend the lifesaving gift that your pit crew of people has been for you, and all the experiences you have shared, the journeys together, the collaborations, births and deaths, divorces, rehabs and vacations, the solidarity you have shown one another. Every so often you realize that without all of them, your life would be barren and pathetic. It would be Death of a Salesman, though with e-mail and texting.
Anne Lamott – “Help Thanks Wow” (via jazzforthecaptain)
It’s very sad when a TV show that you used to love reaches the point where, instead of getting all excited and praising the writers and plots and characters for hours, the best thing you can honestly say when someone asks you about it is, “Well, hopefully they won’t fuck it up TOO badly…”
