Madame Vastra: We were almost back to the TARDIS when…

The Master: (Looking around) So the Doctor has finally given up then?

Professor Song: Taking a little break. You know how hard that man works. I tried, oh how I tried, to make him take a vacation from all this “saving the universe” stuff, but he would never listen.

The Master: Clever, I can see why he chose you. (He walks toward a nearby bookshelf, flicks his fingers across the spines.) So fitting, all your stories ending here. No need to flick to the end of the book, “The tale of the Doctor’s lost army”. Everybody knows that everybody dies.

Professor Song: Spoilers, sweetie.

The Master: I don’t care how many years you spent with him, you’re a poor copy.

Professor Song: I never tried to be, nobody ever could be.

After the fight , The Master vanished in front of River.

Professor Song: Escaping through space and time? Cheap. The Doctor always had a rather low opinion of him, and now I can see why.

Missy: That may well have been true in the past…But things change, don’t they Melody? My, my, look at you all. Like….lost children. Or a pack of adorable but ultimately gullible and disposable puppies. Remnants of a history which is about to no longer exist. (She scans around the room, her eyes lingering on Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart.) Oh, I do like a man in a uniform!

Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart: You’re not going to like this one.

Missy calling River her real name is probably my fav thing in this game??? The girls have some things in common don’t they? Like, fancy a boy in a uniform? Please tell me they do sometimes hang out together, talking about the types of boys and girls they like, and have a love-hate friendship? - that would make my day.

And River trying to persuade her husband to take a rest is so sweeeet I melted. My otp is so married. (>V<)
A tethered mind freed from the lies - Chapter 1 - savvyliterate - Doctor Who (2005) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T

Pairings: Eleven/River, Twelve/River, Amy/Rory, Clara/Danny

A/N: Many thanks and love to Sarah and Beverly for talking me through the two major outlines of this story over the past year and a half (and then that got scuttled during the actual writing and we’re on the third one now) and enabling it.This fic is for all of those who wanted a more coherent take on the Trenzalore mess and what happened after. This starts at the beginning of series 7 and pretty much just redoes everything.

Summary: Love wasn’t an emotion. Marriage just wasn’t a bunch of words. They were promises. They had made those promises atop a pyramid at every point in history and sealed them in a simple garden. They would follow each other to the ends of the universe. They would save each other, no matter the cost. There was simply no other choice.

I really hate Moffat…

So I’m all caught up on Doctor Who. I’ve seen The Husbands of River Song, and I’m currently re-watching Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead. The FEELS from knowing that the Doctor and River just spend 24 years on Darillium. And then THIS. UGH!!! 😩😩😩

Not to mention all the tumblr posts I’ve seen explaining things like when River places her hand where Eleven’s bowtie would be. So many feels packed into this after seeing The Husbands of River Song. 😭😭😭💔💔💔


“We know that night was 24 years of constant joy.” — Steven Moffat of the Doctor and River’s last night 

 "What a night that was.“  Indeed. The night the Doctor managed to show River Song she was loved and worth it, and pushed away all her demons and insecurities.