The subplot involving Kate, Osgood and the Zygons is a story within a story, an echo of what is happening on the larger scale with the Doctors, the Daleks and Gallifrey. It serves to strengthen the notion that genocide is wrong, no matter how big the threat you’re facing (and the Zygons are a much lesser threat than the Daleks, since they’re actually capable of reasoning and negotiating a peaceful treaty).
It also proves, without a doubt, who the Doctor is and what he stands for. Ten states, unhesitant, that what he did was wrong, no matter how many times he told himself it was the only possible choice. Eleven, four hundred years older and on the way to healing, flat out refuses to push the big red button. The War Doctor looks at Rose/The Moment and then at Clara for guidance, to make sure he understands these men that he’s going to turn into if he goes ahead with his plan. That’s who the companions are, that’s what they do. Meanwhile, Ten and Eleven are determined to spare Kate the fate they have to live with, the knowledge that, forced with an impossible choice, she chose wrong.
The Day of the Doctor is, to paraphrase the wise fanboy Craig Ferguson, the triumph of wit and love over brute force and cynicism.
dancing lessons in the streets of seattle
These are around the corner from the shop I work at, it’s always funny seeing people occasionally trying out the steps in the sidewalk
I thought these were headstones and I was waiting for the obligatory “Come dance on my grave!” joke.
Now I’m totally going to make whatever poor assholes outlive me put a tango lesson on my grave.
No boyfriend November was a success. Should I go for a don’t date December?
Just me January?
Forever alone February?
No man march?
I just had to reblog this again.
just giving up june
just my hand july
always alone august
only me october?
My entire year planned out in advance. Thank you so much, tumblr people!