Why?
DAVID. FUCKING. TENNANT.
I never liked Ten as much as Nine, but at the end of End of Time he visited Martha, Mickey, Sarah Jane, Donna, and most emotionally Rose, before making the saddest face I've ever seen and saying "I don't want to go!" before he regenerates.
I was willing to give you a chance before, Matt Smith, but you're legs, fingers, and still not ginger-ness abruptly ended the most emotional moment David Tennant and Russel T Davies ever managed to create.
Amy Pond still has a chance, but it's a tough-y. Also, the Daleks are coming back. I'm fucking sick of those guys. Remember when they didn't have to show up EVERY SEASON? Those were the days...
The thing aired on Space (along with Waters of Mars) from 2 until 6 in the morning. I was awake from about nine the previous morning until seven that morning, then slept until noon. It was great.
Over all, End of Time was fucking sweet. I cried like a baby. But now I'm emotional as a pregnant teenager.
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Also, I recently came across some old musings on a livejournal badfic community, pretty much daring everyone who considers themselves a good writer, fanfic or otherwise, to try and write a decent self-insert story. I figure it can be done.
I'll try mine in both writing and comics, because I do plan to attempt something to save my soul from the pits of badfic hell for the 'Meet the Class' series I wrote in grade five. It had six sequels and two spinoffs. Thank god only the first two actually got posted.
And yes, I plan to use Doctor Who. It will be more serious than Search for the Truth, but not totally devoid of humor. On the level of the actual series, I'd say. I have a pretty creative (and epic) idea of how to explain why the Doctor is a fiction hero on our Earth, and a legend in cannon. Several Doctors will be mentioned, only two actually play a part in the plot, and only one is a consistant character. And no, it's not Ten. It's Nine. Because I can draw him alright.
So yeah... Happy Monday!