The personifcation of the day, Hemera was the daughter of Nyx and Erebus, as well as the female counterpart and wife to her brother Aether. According to Hesiod, Hemera inhabited Tartarus, leaving it just as Nyx returned and returning when her mother was leaving; she was also by Aether the mother of Thalassa, the primordial goddess of the sea.
I think it was the Grand Moff Steven himself who pointed out how a new companion is as much a tonal shift for Doctor Who as a new Doctor.
This isn’t just limited to how the show is written or looks, but also includes how it sounds. With every new companion Murray Gold completely reinvents himself and the show, a fact made even more impressive considering that he has been one of the view constant members of doctor who production since its revival in 2005. And while he could just phone it in and give us some string chords whenever we are meant to feel sad, he still goes all in and gives us thematic leitmotifs each more hummable than the other. His themes are as much part of creating memorable characters than the actors’ performances.
Bill’s theme is perhaps most notable for being mostly percussion driven and quiet. Both of these things are true for much of season 10’s score, establishing a clear difference to the romantic string music previously heard on the show during Miss Oswald’s time in the Tardis. You can also hear a female choir and an e-piano in the background, giving the piece a slightly 70’s r&b feel.
But the main thing about Bill’s theme is the playful piano melody, which has a sort of daydream quality to it. It is not only incredibly catchy (after the first listen alone, it was stuck in my head for days), but it also captures Bill’s character extremely well. It start’s out slow and quiet, but cheerful nonetheless. After just the first eight bars the melody comes to a halt and starts from the beginning, getting higher and brighter until it almost reaches a point of triumph. Just before it can do so, however, it slightly loses its momentum and collapses into a sad chord. Not sad in the way a violin can be sad but in the way Bill feels when her foster mother can’t be bothered to buy her a Christmas present. It really is the perfect theme for her.
Does anyone else have just that one band that whatever happens or however long its been they just always feel like home
I have so many
Even when I feel lonely or angry or stressed or depressed I have these people who I’ve never met and don’t even know I exist making me feel better through poetry they probably wrote in the middle of the night while they we’re going through the same things
Sometimes things are so fucked up and music heals so much pain its amazing
I loved how last month everyone got into paying tribute to ‘If-Then-Else’ with me so I thought I would give you all a heads up that I plan on doing something similar this coming Tuesday (February 21) to celebrate the anniversary of the first time our favorite compact Persian sociopath graced our screens. (‘Relevance’ aired on February 21, 2013)
I’ll be posting my favorite stills of Shaw all day as well as Shaw-centric posts on my other blog. I’d love to make a day of reveling in all her badass glory.
So dig up your favorite Shaw posts or make some new ones!
I got a request for an orc a while ago and I just got a really good idea for it! I really enjoyed writing this one. Female reader with male monster.
For a while now you’ve been watching him, he comes into the village with his load of kills and sells them all to the highest bidder. Once he has his gold he drinks all night and sleeps all the next day, coming out during the evening only to eat and then be on his way. Nonetheless, you’ve taken a shine to him and now you know exactly what you want.
He’s big a mean looking, always an angry scowl on his face. One eye is permanently shut, a long, gnarled scar going down from the forehead to his chin. You heard several stories about how he lost that eye. Some day to a misfortunate knight who crossed his path, others say a monster more hideous than him. There are too many tales to know the truth. As many scars as he bares it really doesn’t matter anyway. All you wanna do is climb him like a tree.
You know your taste doesn’t make much sense, wanting to bed one of the most fearsome orcs in the village. Yet you have this craving for him, ever since the first time, you saw him. Big and hulking, his hands could crush you without trying. His broad chest was hairy, his belly hard and pooched and stuck over the top of the belt. You knew he could rip in half in more ways than one, but still, you wanted him. No one else compared.