the edit doctor


I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you. Why do I keep running into you? I met you in the Dalek Asylum. There was a girl in a shipwreck and she died saving my life, and she was you. Victorian London. There was a governess who was really a barmaid, and we fought the Great Intelligence together. She died and it was my fault, and she was you. What are you, eh? Are you a trick, a trap?


part 1 / part 2

inspired by jack talking about a video game involving all the different alter egos

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90% of the many hours i put into this were spent watching jack’s videos repeatedly at 0.25x speed for screencaps. i think i’ve memorized all of the videos by now.


For we will be wicked, and we will be fair 
And they’ll call us such names, and we really won’t care
So, go tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes
There’s a place they can go if they’re tired of chains


If I run away today, good people will die. If I stand and fight, some of them might live; maybe not many, maybe not for long. Hey, you know, maybe there’s no point to any of this at all, but it’s the best I can do. So I’m gonna do it, and I will stand here, doing it, until it kills me.