Forever Winter and Wonderland are comrades in arms for being incredibly heartbreaking songs which are also absolute bangers

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“You’re a timelord.”

No but do you guys understand?  This is the moment The Eighth Doctor died.  In the middle of the Last Great Time War he was racing about trying to minimize the damage, trying to save and to aid everyone he could. He picked up the distress call of a lone random ship and he boarded it in an effort to save the pilot. One single woman he had never met before–one soul out of billions. Because that is Eight. That is the Doctor.

But when she refused his aid, when she threw it in his face because of what the rest of his kind were doing to the universe, that is when he accepted that his existence no longer had meaning.  He could no longer help, he could no longer save anyone.  He had become indistinguishable from the enemy, he could no longer make a difference.  Of what purpose is a Doctor who cannot heal?  He had time to save himself there, to abandon Cass and step back into his TARDIS and escape before the crash, but he didn’t. He stayed.  He chose to die alongside the last person he failed to save, because he had lost all hope. 

Eight CHOSE to die. It’s possible he never intended to come back. He wouldn’t have regenerated if the Sisters hadn’t forcibly revived him, told him his life still had worth, even if in a way he never, ever wanted. 

That is why he became the Warrior. He was dead already. It was done without choice, against his nature, outside the promise he made when he first chose the name “Doctor.“  He took up Cass’ role, adopted her cause, because there was still a chance for someone to end the bloodshed once and for all.  That someone might as well be a nameless warrior living on borrowed time.  The Doctor was dead already.

How to obliterate a soul in three simple steps

The Eighth Doctor throwing away the gun belt when stealing picking his outfit. 

Only to pick it up again at the end. 

Do you know what the hardest thing about knowing you was? Letting you go. Letting go of the Doctor is so, so hard, isn’t it?

Homage to the Fourth Doctor’s swansong, Logopolis.

“It’s the end….But the moment has been prepared for…”

(Yes of course I cried)

WHAT THE FREAK ROMANA IS LEAVING JUST LIKE THAT

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