![We all carry our prisons with us.
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We all carry our prisons with us.
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Title: It Goes Without Saying (Sherlock)
By: aestheticmuse (tumblr: stardust-rust)
Characters/Pairings: Sherlock/John
Rating: G
Warnings: None. Except for maybe one self-proclaimed sociopath’s rather cynical views on the verbal expression of love.
Summary: For the August/September Johnlockchallenges on tumblr, this is for hatters-art, who requested: “Sherlock states on a case that he thinks it’s stupid to say ‘I love you’, people should be able to see if someone loves them and to respond accordingly, John hears. And obviously John and Sherlock end up being in love for a very long time before either one realises (both think the other isn’t in love etc.) and maybe Sherlock having to admit that yes, saying I love you is a good thing. Any rating.”
There are people living in the light and singing songs of Donna Noble. A thousand, million light years away.
Sometimes when you are content
ask me what it is
that moves me to want to hold you so,
so often, and I laugh when I tell
you the same old
indestructible thing.
One day when you are
where you feel no invitation to be
I will tell you
how you flower
like lamplight in me.
Like Lamplight - Brian Turner
The sea filled in the silence
Before you sank those words.
Doctor Who TARDIS gloves that I decorated myself. The gloves were store-bought from Cotton On, and though a brighter than true TARDIS blue, I liked the result anyway. The white ‘window’ rectangles and the white “Police Box” letters were cut out of white felt and then sewn onto the black felt background, then all were sewn onto the gloves. “Pblc Call” was embroidered on with white silk floss. I’m pretty chuffed with this actually, something to keep me nerdy through the winter!
Now I’m here I’m nowhere now.
~ Right On Time // Red Hot Chilli Peppers
So I’m gonna buy a gun and start a war
If you can tell me something worth fighting for.
~ A Rush of Blood to the Head // Coldplay
Any time anyone speaks your name I still feel the same.
I ache and I ache and I ache, inside.
It begins quietly.
“Of course… who else?”
I feel I ought to explain why I put Donna in the room. Now I know that Donna being in there is very unlikely, but I really don’t think it’s himself either. Amy saw herself in her own room too, but it wasn’t so much herself she was afraid of, but her fear of abandonment by the Doctor.
So what is the Doctor’s greatest fear? I think that it’s failure, that one day he won’t be clever enough or quick enough and the people closest to him will die. After he sees his own room, we see him visibly affected, and he seems to finally own up to the fact that he’s ruining Amy’s life, that he’s leading her by the hand to her death just because he wanted to be admired.
So I put Donna in that room because out of all the companions the Doctor’s ever had, Donna is the one that he failed that most, that he killed by his own hand. She represents his greatest achievements (helping Donna to mature and become a better person, to help her realise her potential and her brilliance) but also his ultimate failures (that he’s never going to be good for his companions, that his hubris will ruin their lives). He can make amendments of course, he’s got a time machine after all, but is it any consolation? Rose gets a job at Torchwood and Ten2, but she’s stranded in an alternate universe. Martha has a job at UNIT and Mickey, but what has her family been through? Donna gets to win the lottery, but she’ll never believe that she has any self worth or potential.
At the end of the day, his companions may have the time of their lives, but at what cost?
How terrible it is to love something that death can touch
Some people aren’t books. They’re poems.
