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a dangerous dance

Something I only just considered is how beautiful the 9th Doctors regeneration speech is as an arc conclusion. "You were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And you know what? So was I?"

A doctor so full of self hatred and regret, ends with an acknowledgement that he is still good. Rose reminded him of what he was. He was fantastic.

Doctor Who is just a story about an alien with a human fetish who spends a lot of time aggrandizing humanity and protecting them from various threats while leaving his own planet and all its inhabitants to die in a horrible war which he likely could have stopped (based on all the times he's protected humans from similar sized threats) but he decided to run away to spend more time with his humans instead. And he just keeps getting older and sadder because he keeps falling in love with humans who eventually die because they are not immortal like him, but he never learns a thing about anything. Live, love, lose. Over and over in eternity. He can't even kill himself because he's constantly brought back to life by his sheer erotic attachment to these awful puny creatures. I mean, the guy doesn't even know his own real name! What a loser. Can't believe anyone would ever want to watch a show about him. Me, on the other hand

slowly makin my way through my most recent ninth doctor n rose one-shot! hit the 1.2k word count mark

DOCTOR WHO | 2.12

Her name was Rose... and we were together.

DOCTOR WHO ↳ The End of the World (2005)

The Coward Survives

A re-draw of a piece I did in 2017. This was posted on my Patreon a few weeks ago with a side by side comparison. You can see this plus a bunch of other Ninth Doctor content there if you join!

FRIENDS (1994-2004) 4.15 The One with All the Rugby

For the @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt “stranger than fiction” - a bit of Classic Who fic.

When Ian Chesterton was younger, he loved science fiction. He devoured every magazine or novel he could get his hands on; relished the tales of impossible inventions, dystopian futures, bizarre aliens.

Eventually, his focus shifted from novels to textbooks, from magazines to research papers. Fiction had once fostered his own fascination with the workings of the world; through teaching, Ian strove to instill the same excitement in the students who shuffled reluctantly into his classroom each day.

He rarely has time anymore for science fiction, though it still holds a place in his heart and on his bookshelf. The teaching of real science is a full-time job.

But now…

Ian gazes at a sky of an unfamiliar color, above a planet some thousands of light-years and hundreds of time-years away from his own. He’s been to dystopian futures; befriended bizarre aliens. He travels in an impossible invention as a matter of course.

His life now is stranger than any of the stories he read when he was younger. Stranger than fiction, and infinitely so, for one simple reason: it’s real.

Ian smiles to himself. Maybe, when they finally get home, he’ll try his hand at some Sci-Fi of his own.