It’s getting close to Christmas time and that means one thing…the Doctor Who Christmas special! I’m sure it means other things like love and peace on earth…whatever, Doctor Who! This year’s looks cool and is designed to make you terrified of Frosty the Snowman (seeing as Moffat has already ruined stars, Santa, snow, Christmas trees. Why not Frosty?). I’m super psyched but that isn’t what I want to talk about, I want to talk about the thing that tumblr calls “feels”. I don’t use tumblr but my friend has told me enough that I understand and even use the phrase ‘feels’. My feels are supercharged when it comes to Doctor Who. Especially the worst part…the regeneration. A lot of fans, me included, get the feeling that we’re getting close to the end of the Matt Smith Doctor. Regenerations suck, in most shows when a character dies you have time to mourn the loss of the character/actor/actress, this is definitely not the case when it comes to Doctor Who. The Doctor is a Time Lord, an alien that looks human but when he reaches the end of his life, he gets too old or he gets shot or blown up etc, he regenerates into a new form. Now this was brilliant thinking on the part of the writers because this gives you the freedom to get rid of an actor whenever you want but in the fans perspective its torture. Fans love the Doctor and get attached to certain regeneration. However when the Doctor regenerates you don’t get the luxury of a mourning period, you are automatically thrown in to the new Doctor. Doctor Who is a smart and very complex show, if you don’t keep up with the pace you’re going to be left behind. So you have to wipe those tears and jump on the new Doctors train while the wound of losing the old one is still raw and bleeding.
My favorite was David Tennant, as they say you never forget your first Doctor, he was my first (I know what I said so quit snickering like five-year olds). Anywho, what made it worse when watching David was knowing that he was a huge Doctor Who fan, watching the show since he was a little kid. So watching him leave plus his last line being “I don’t want to go”, hurt so bad…right in the feels.
So basically you watch this…
And then you go “What’s that horrible sound? Kinda a painful screeching…Oh yeah, that’s the sound of my heart breaking into tiny pieces and trying to tape itself back together at the same time. Curse you Moffat”