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jedi_of_urthSo, thinking about Doctor Who lead me to this
A Small Thing That’s Bothering Me, Or a Sign of Something Worse:
You know with all the things I’ve been spending far too much time yacking about when it comes to season three of Doctor Who, there’s one thing I haven’t had a chance to mention but is bothering me. The TARDIS is being unnervingly precise. They have *once* gotten pulled off course by a distress beckon and never just landed in the wrong place/time.
I think it might be a symptom of the darker season, that even the fun of TARDIS gone wrong is gone. Like licking things. Like faith in the human race. Like every light in his world and his guiding star. Joy is gone from the world, the TARDIS goes where it has to, the Doctor does what he has to, it’s not about fun anymore.
A Small Thing That’s Bothering Me, Or a Sign of Something Worse:
You know with all the things I’ve been spending far too much time yacking about when it comes to season three of Doctor Who, there’s one thing I haven’t had a chance to mention but is bothering me. The TARDIS is being unnervingly precise. They have *once* gotten pulled off course by a distress beckon and never just landed in the wrong place/time.
I think it might be a symptom of the darker season, that even the fun of TARDIS gone wrong is gone. Like licking things. Like faith in the human race. Like every light in his world and his guiding star. Joy is gone from the world, the TARDIS goes where it has to, the Doctor does what he has to, it’s not about fun anymore.
