HEAVEN IS NOT FIT TO HOUSE A LOVE LIKE YOU AND I
Francesca by Hozier // Doctor Who S9 "Heaven Sent" + "Hell Bent"
10 years ago today, Peter Capaldi was announced as the Twelfth Doctor.
And my life forever changed.
Just screwing around with book covers for a long-fic I wrote a while ago for my "The Hour" OTP Bel Rowley/Randall Brown. I always enjoy getting my fic printed as a single book for my bookshelf and every single one needs - of course - a neat book cover. How does this one look??
This story is sort of a war story playing after S2 of The Hour, I wrote for over two years on AO3.
Running away to the next war zone, wasn't one of his brightest ideas, but the only one Randall Brown could live with. Unable to deal with the past, nor the future, he found a home just two miles away from the front line. Just when he was about to get lost in the rabbit hole of war, drinks and miserable thoughts, the one person he thought he never sees again showed at his door step. Bel Rowley didn't come to stay, but given herself and home a promise, she certainly wouldn't leave without him. Her actions will have consequences for them all.
[Cloisters]
DOCTOR: Twenty feet of pure diamond. Harder than diamond.
(The lift door opens.)
DOCTOR: But you break through anything, given time.
CLARA: How much time?
GENERAL: Miss Oswald.
CLARA: Stay back.
GENERAL: I'm sorry, but we have to find a way to extract you
CLARA: I said, stay back!
(The General and Ohila lower their eyes and take one step back.)
CLARA: The Hybrid, what is it? What's so important you would fight so long?
DOCTOR: It doesn't matter what the Hybrid is. It only matters that I convinced them that I knew. Otherwise they'd have kicked me out, I'd have had nothing left to bargain with.
CLARA: What were you bargaining for?
DOCTOR: What do you think? You. I had to find a way to save you. I knew it had to be the Time Lords. They cost you your life on Trap Street, Clara, and I was going to make them bring you back. I just had to hang on in there for a bit.
CLARA: How long?
DOCTOR: It was fine.
(Clara stands and turns around.)
CLARA: One question. And you will answer. How long was the Doctor trapped inside the confession dial?
OHILA: We think four and a half billion years.
GENERAL: He could have left any time he wanted. He just had to say what he knew. The dial would have released him.
(Clara turns back to the Doctor.)
CLARA: Four and a half billion years?
DOCTOR: If she says so.
(Clara drops to her knees.)
CLARA: No. Why would you even do that? I was dead! I was dead and gone. Why? Why would you even do that to yourself?
DOCTOR: I had a duty of care. Listen, I'm nearly through here. (burble, clang) If I'm right, there should be a service duct under here. We'll be able to get to the old workshops. They'll have Tardises there.
CLARA: Okay, listen. I have something I need to say.
DOCTOR: We do not have time.
CLARA: No, my time, my time is up. Doctor, between one heartbeat and the last is all the time I have. People like me and you, we should say things to one another. And I'm going to say them now.
(A brief interlude of showing off the CGI Capitol so we don't get to hear what she says, then Clara stands and walks over to the General and Ohila.)
CLARA: You're monsters. Here you are, hiding away at the end of time. Do you even know why? Because you are hated. You are hated by everybody. But by nobody more than me.
OHILA: What did you say to him?
CLARA: Oh, nothing I'm going to tell you, or anybody else. Except maybe this one part. I said (metal moves in the background) Don't worry, Doctor. They'll all be looking at me.
(Light streams up from the open trap door.)
GENERAL: You need to tell us what the Doctor is going to do now.
CLARA: You really are thick, aren't you? The Doctor is back on Gallifrey. Took him four and half billion years to get here. What do you think he's going to do now?
(The sound of time engines wheezing.)
CLARA: Why, he's stealing a Tardis and running away. Bye!
10yrs ago my life changed when Peter Capaldi was announced as the Twelfth Doctor
Well... I really feel the need to buy a Ken. A specific Ken. A specific life-size Ken.
And one last little extra for This Isn’t A Ghost Story in celebration of posting the whole thing to Tumblr with new cover art – fanart by my sweetheart and beta-reader Jack, of the Doctor and Clara in Egypt in the 1920s. I love these so much I don’t even have words.
SOFT TOP HARD SHOULDER (1992)
I think this is when Malcolm Tucker was born…
Love this movie. This scene is hilarious.
“Excuse the french!”
twelfth doctor icons | heaven sent (9x11)
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