alayn

alaynes asked:

Moffat keeps talking about how we get to see a "realistic" view of what would happen in "real life" if you were best friends with a time traveller this series. I feel like a lot of it is repeating what they said last series? I do hope they don't just undo all of last series' development, though, especially as Clara had some pretty great stuff there.

lol that IS exactly what they said about s8. I’m pretty sure they also said it about s7, and s6 as well. Every year since s5 it’s been “ohoho this isn’t a fairytale!” (and in s5 it was “this is a DARK fairytale, what would it REALLY be like??”) It’s especially rich to me given that Moffat never actually delivers on any of the supposed darkness he introduces to the story.

I am honestly pretty unsure how they could continue on Clara’s s8 trajectory into s9 without the show becoming dark enough so as to be uncomfortable. The way s8 presented travelling as “dangerous” and we were, I thought, seeing Clara kind of lose sense of reality, lose track of her priorities, become someone who lies and manipulates easily and takes pride in that ability — like, when that arc doesn’t end with Clara going “whoa, whoa, whoa, this isn’t good, and I need to leave”, but instead reunites her with her “addiction” as a happy ending, I just have no idea what else can be done with it.  I suspect s9 will see them travelling and “happy” and s8 and Clara’s apparently development in it will be rendered entirely meaningless.

The prayer by bubug

"She turned her face up to the sky and closed her eyes. She could feel the snow on her lashes, taste it on her lips. It was the taste of Winterfell. The taste of innocence. The taste of dreams. When Sansa opened her eyes again, she was on her knees. She did not remember falling. It seemed to her that the sky was a lighter shade of grey. Dawn, she thought. Another day. Another new day. It was the old days she hungered for. Prayed for. But who could she pray to? The garden had been meant for a godswood once, she knew, but the soil was too thin and stony for a weirwood to take root. A godswood without gods, as empty as me. She scooped up a handful of snow and squeezed it between her fingers."

"A Storm of Swords", George R. R. Martin

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If the Eyrie had been made like other castles, only rats and gaolers would have heard the dead man singing. And the songs he chose… He sang of the Dance of the Dragons, of fair Jonquil and her fool, of Jenny of Oldstones and the Prince of Dragonflies. He sang of betrayals, and murders most foul, of hanged men and bloody vengeance. He sang of grief and sadness. No matter where she went in the castle, Sansa could not escape the music.