#hi i'm having a lot of feelings about my favorite tragic hopeful kind afraid angry protective LONELY alien today

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

There's something to be said about Nine and Twelve as parallels, about them being these seeming grumps with hearts of gold who must relearn optimism while being fundamentally kind at the end of the day, and Eleven and Thirteen as parallels, as these lonely tinkerers who travel with multiple companions at the same time but push people away before they get too close because they are creatures built on grief, and Ten alone, as something that is all and none of the above, who starts out as a creature born of love but who loses said love and is willing to die and must find grounding but loses said grounding and declares himself the Time Lord Victorious because if he cannot have love he has to have something, anything, he can call his own, and about how all five of them are shaped, fundamentally, by their grief and their guilt over the Time War and being the last of their kind and how every companion leaves them and they will always, always be the last one in the TARDIS, always be the last one surviving, no matter what, and yet all of them, at the end of the day, die to save someone. Die to be kind, just one more time. Because that is what ties them all together. That is what makes them the Doctor.

#it's just something i've been thinking about when writing eleven and thirteen #ninth doctor #tenth doctor #eleventh doctor #twelfth doctor #thirteenth doctor #hi i'm having a lot of feelings about my favorite tragic hopeful kind afraid angry protective LONELY alien today #it's about how they stole a TARDIS and ran away from home #about how they've always been running #and then the Time War keeps them running #and so do their companions #the companions that push them to be kind also push them to be cruel #because they are both the source of hope and tragedy at the end of the day #and i'm fine #i'm not crying you're crying #doctor who #meta