An avalanche of Who feels

I want to fangirl but I don’t have anyone to fangirl to in RL, so I’m throwing it to the interwebz, as I always do. (Thank you for always being there, internet. *pets*)

THE TWELFTH DOCTOR, GUYS. I just. I can’t. I wasn’t expecting him, but then he makes sense, you know??? It makes sense that the Twelfth Doctor will be older than the previous three, I don’t know how or why, but after everything and everyone, it just makes sense. I am incredibly excited to see where the show will go with Peter Capaldi as the Doctor. I imagine the Doctor-companion dynamics will be a bit different now. I loved Nine (Eccleston was bad ass), Ten (Tennant was a darling) and Eleven (;LAFJDALKJSDF MY DOCTOR), but to be quite honest, I was getting a bit tired of the whole pining-for-the-Doctor theme that surrounded modern Who. It was alright for a time, but after a while it just got… repetitive? Which is probably why I enjoyed Donna immensely because she just kept slapping Ten and treating him like a proper friend instead of being all lovesick and it was so refreshing! Again, don’t get me wrong, because I LOVED, LOVED, LOVED AMY POND. She is >>>> life and I liked the way her relationship with Eleven eventually settled into something a bit more profound. Plus, Rory’s pretty bad ass, you know.

I have unfortunately not seen classic Who (I AM ASHAMED OF THIS OKAY), and I promise to make it one of my goals in life, but I expect Twelve will give us a bit of the classic era feel (maybe from the new dynamics? IDK) during his run as the Doctor. I cannot wait to see some hardcore sci-fi!!! I’ve really missed the RTD-esque episodes, episodes that really made me think about humanity and morality and how utterly huge the universe is and how small yet potent we are in changing things for the better. I hope Moffat can come up with more compelling episodes this time around — it would be such a waste of great talent if he didn’t make the most out of Twelve.

ANYWAY. I’VE RAMBLED LONG ENOUGH. THE MAIN POINT IS I’M SO EXCITED, YOU GUYS. I REALLY AM. When I found out Matt Smith was leaving, it really broke my heart. I’ve grown so, so fond of him and his take on the Doctor. He has made me cry so many times, has made me feel so much, and I imagine I’d be a mess when he regenerates, but then we get PETER CAPALDI. I have high hopes for series 8, I really do. ❤

Death is bad ass

Can we just talk about Death in the context of Supernatural for a moment?

This has got to be one of the most bad ass entrances of any character in television or film EVER. The majestic car. The haunting and utterly perfect theme song. And my god, Julian Richings. He is faultless as Death — I don’t think anyone else could have played it as impeccably as he did. His demeanor was terrifyingly calm and absolute. Everything here just worked and I still get goosebumps every time I watch this (never mind if it has been the 100th time).

I think Supernatural did a stellar job in personifying death — of showing that there is nothing inherently right or wrong about it, merely that it is natural, inevitable. You even feel some semblance of sympathy for Death, and you also realize how incredibly self-absorbed humans are in this gargantuan universe.

If you don’t watch the show, then at least watch Death’s scenes in the episode “Two Minutes To Midnight” (Season 5, Episode 21), if only for the brilliance that is Julian Richings and the perspective to be gained on life from Death.

Supernatural feels

I’ve been neck-deep in Supernatural seasons for the last month or so since I’ve a lot of catching up to do. My weekends have been nothing but adventures with the Winchesters and Castiel. I’m currently at season 6. The story’s direction from season 4 onwards made me reflect on my own faith, or lack thereof. I think I identify with Sam the most – believing in something (or at least wanting to), but so many things have happened that gave me reasons not to. I’m still where I was at the last time I wrote about this, in that I believe in a supreme being or god. I want to believe, because not believing in anything can get pretty damn exhausting at times. It’s good to be able to lift your worries to something higher than yourself, even just for a while, believing that things will work themselves out. Sometimes I find myself praying out of habit, yet I know that in the end, it will still be out of my own efforts and help from others that I see whatever it is through.

The conflict of destiny versus free will was also something that really got me thinking. It’s so easy to say that something (or someone) was not meant for you when things didn’t work out, but is that really the case? Did you really try hard enough? Or were you simply chasing after something you thought you wanted but knew otherwise? Is there really anything so absolute in this world that we are not allowed to carve our own paths and make our own stories? I don’t know. I don’t usually think about these things, but damn Castiel and his rebelliousness put these thoughts in my head. Besides, I don’t think there’s ever only one answer, nor do I think there are wrong or right ones. I’m betting this is the PMS talking (or writing), but regardless – the fact still stands that watching the show started all these thoughts.

On a lighter note, Misha Collins is brilliant as Castiel. Really. Jensen Ackles has excellent comedic timing. Jared Padalecki is the perfect Sam to Jensen’s Dean. Richard’s Gabriel is quite possibly one of my favorite characters in any form of art. Bobby Singer is one bad ass motherfucker and the dad the Winchesters need (Jim Beaver, you precious thing). And CROWLEY, OMG. Mark A. Sheppard has been in two of my other favorite fandoms, Doctor Who and Firefly. He is my hero. (In the craft, of course, not as a demon.)

I’m gonna go sleep this off now. Damn feels.