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If Rose can be selfish, then her finest moments will come when she’s selfless. If Martha keeps quiet, then her moments of revelation – like her goodbye to the Doctor in Last of the Time Lords, or stuck with Milo and Cheen in Gridlock – make her fly. Donna is magnificently self-centred – not selfish, but she pivots everything around herself, as we all do – so when she opens up and hears the Ood song, or begs for Caecilius’ family to be saved, then she’s wonderful. 

Russell T. Davies

Hey, remember when the revived Doctor Who was actually good, and helmed by Russel T Davies and not Moffat? Well, RTD had a great quote (which is also great writing advice). Before I get into how it relates to Always Sunny, here is the quote in question:

“I suppose there’s a basic characteristic that I bear in mind. An essence. Rose is open, honest, heartfelt, to the point of being selfish, wonderfully selfish. Martha is clever, calm, but rarely says what she’s thinking. Donna is blunt, precise, unfiltered, but with a big heart underneath all the banter. But we come back to what I was saying ages ago about turning characters. If Rose can be selfish, then her finest moments will come when she’s selfless. If Martha keeps quiet, then her moments of revelation–like her goodbye to the Doctor in "Last of the Time Lords”, or stuck with Milo and Cheen in “Gridlock”– make her fly. Donna is magnificently self-centred–not selfish, but she pivots everything around herself, as we all do–so when she opens up and hears the Ood song, or begs for Caecilius’ family to be saved, then she’s wonderful.“ - Russel T Davies

We all know and are aware of the heaps of flaws each member of the Gang has, as well as the Gang as a whole. They are disloyal, selfish, angry, ignorant, all kinds of -phobic and -ist, impulsive, rude (even, if not especially, to each other), dangerous to themselves and others, and honestly, just a whole host of shit that I am too lazy to go through individually. Due to their natures (and the nature of the show, in extension) Always Sunny is rarely serious. It’s almost always over-the-top and fucked up; that is why the people who laugh at the show find it hilarious.

However, that is also why when the show does something even remotely semi-serious, or even fully serious, it has more of an impact, and more of a punch to the audience’s emotions. If the Gang is transmisogynistic, then when Dee is a surrogate for Carmen, it’s more impactful. If Dennis is a flat-out dick to his sister, when he defends her or tells her he loves her upon fear of death, it tugs your heart strings. If Mac, whose denial at his sexuality progressed so that he had to make insane leaps to straighten himself out, finally comes out and stays out, it sticks with you. That’s why the simplest acts of something approaching half kindness (Charlie singing Dee a love song, even though she forced him; the Gang singing together) resonate so much with the audience. That’s why something that wouldn’t be cute, or at all noteworthy, in other shows (complimenting someone’s appearance? Not arguing?) encourage gifset after gifset from the Always Sunny fandom. A talker who gets quiet or a quiet person who gets chatty; these are moments, in storytelling, that shine brightest, and right now, Always Sunny is shining.

Rose is open, honest, heartfelt, to the point of being selfish, wonderfully selfish. Martha is clever, calm, but rarely says what she’s thinking. Donna is blunt, precise, unfiltered, but with a big heart beneath all the banter…If Rose can be selfish, then her finest moments come when she’s selfless. If Martha keeps quiet, then her moments of revelation - like her goodbye to the Doctor in Last of the Time Lords, or stuck with Milo and Cheen in Gridlock - make her fly. Donna is magnificently self-centred - not selfish, but she pivots everything around herself, as we all do - so when she opens up and hears the Ood song, or begs for Caecillius’ family to be saved, then she’s wonderful.
—  Russell T Davies describing writing his companions in The Writer’s Tale
An ode to the Ood

Something I wrote a couple years ago. Enjoy.


An Ode to The Ood


When the Doctor, Donna, and the tardis three

Stepped out for their next adventure spree

How little did they see, and how little did they know

As they excitedly stepped into the alien snow.

But, “This isn’t right, this isn’t fair”

Said the one with the locks of ginger hair

“I expected tropical, I expected nice”

“Not a world that is frigid, and covered in ice.”

Lo, this is how it is and how it will be

For the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

For the Tardis takes you where you need to go

And today it’s adventures in alien snow!

Hijinks will ensue as they get on their way

And find the morally reprehensible evil of the day.

“Oh look, there’s an ood,” The doctor exclaimed

“We should comfort it’s soul as it passes away.”

“Oh snap! It’s gone red, with its eyes full of hate”

“I think now it wants to exx-terminate!”

Vexed at the state of the prenasal tentacles

Donna attempts to make sense of the spectacle

“What is it?” she asks, “what can this thing be?”

The Doctor then states, “It’s not an it, it’s a HE.”

“It’s an Ood, for the record, not unlike you and me.”

“A race used as slaves, by humans, you see”

“But now he’s passed on, named delta fifty”

“And the evil that killed him is this way, Allons-y!”

And so begins a new quest, of things impossible that can’t be

With the Doctor, Donna, and the Tardis three.

As they run through the hills, all covered in snow

They head towards a building that sits there below.

Inside is an evil, that’s a big, ugly git

But not like the evil from the satan pit

This one’s more pernicious, like a sickly disease

An illness of the soul, all driven by greed

The Ood speak of the circle, and wish it were broken

For then they can sing, and be more outspoken

The big ugly git thinks he’ll shut it all down

By killing the brain, and removing their crown

But Ood Sigma is tricky, and is one step ahead

A hair tonic to change him, he’s been fed instead.

Now the greedy, bald man, becomes what he hated

And to the collective of Ood, has been subjugated.

The Doctor and Donna, played a pivotal role

In resurrecting Ood song, in psychic musical scroll.

“We’ll sing of you forever, for setting us free”

Said Ood Sigma of now “The Doctor-Donna”, and the Tardis three.

Every Time We Say Good-bye

What if your soul mark was the last thing you heard your soul mate say, instead of the first thing? An expansion of my tags on this post

Nine x Rose, Ten x Rose, rated K. 762 words. 

ANGST WARNING.

Rose POV

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TenToo POV

The Doctor’s soul mark, like almost everything else about him, marked him as an outsider in Time Lord society. Everyone bore a brand of the last words their soul mate would ever say—that was universal across all humanoid species. But the marks of all his friends and instructors were in Gallifreyan. The Doctor’s were in English, a language on the primitive Level Five planet called Earth.

Three words: “Yeah? See you!” When the Doctor studied English, he learned they were a casual farewell, and wondered how he was ever supposed to know if they were coming from his soul mate. It was about as useful as a soul mark as, “What are we having for dinner?” would be.

Then one day, after he’d had to destroy his people and his home, the Doctor reached for a hand in a dark basement and said just one word: Run. Five minutes later, he knew he’d met his soul mate. Rose’s hand fit into his, her life fit into his, and her heart—her soul—filled the spaces left empty by the loss of his people.

From then on, he dreaded hearing her say those three words. Losing Rose was an impossible idea, and yet the brand on his arm said he would.

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"Fade"

Title: “Fade
Fandom: Doctor Who
Summary: A vignette.  The Doctor prepares to regenerate.  Based on this prompt.
Characters:  Tenth Doctor, Rose Tyler 
Length: 552 words

“Fade”

It’s a peculiar process, the brain completely self-rewiring its own branching synapses. It’s inevitable, under this kind of magnificent strain, that a few memories will vanish.  It’s little things, most often, useless snippets of time cataloged in the arbitrary and meticulous halls of his measureless mind.  Apple trees in blossom in Prague, the lonely sigh of wind at a long past daybreak, the faces of passers-by.  Idle time, Tuesdays, sun-drenched slopes of red grass remembered vividly for what seems to be no reason at all.  Memories that only seem like keepsakes, but are really just clutter.  Nothing he’ll even miss.

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