2019-08-17

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2019-08-17 05:10 pm

Harry Potter makes me sad when I think about it too much

 I have small nieces. Before they were born I was the youngest in the family and consequently had never really been around babies and small children for any length of time. So I only had the vaguest idea of developmental milestones. To me then, a one-year-old might as well have been a newborn. 

Then I was around my nieces. I watched them grow and develop and learn. I watched the younger one start walking at 10 months. At fourteen months she could manage a rough approximation of my name, along with Mama & Dada. She recognised me as a source of positive feedback. She smiled when I smiled. She climbed on me. She cuddled.

Then I think about the story of Harry Potter. Who was one-year-old when his parents were murdered in front of him and when he was dropped off on the doorstep of people who hated the existence of people like him. 

Could he already walk? Did he have words? How long did he ask for mama & dada until he stopped trying? Days? Weeks? Months?

The more you think about them, the more nightmarish the Dursleys become.
 
 
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2019-08-17 05:11 pm

Donna/Tenth Doctor thoughts

I love Ten & Donna as completely non-romantic best mates who love each other.

But … I also very low-key like the idea of the Doctor falling in love with Donna. Genuinely finding her physically attractive and beautiful. Getting mildly jealous when other people pay her romantic attention. Being in denial about it. And Donna just. Does. Not. See. Him. That. Way. At. All. And him accepting that.

Just imagine. The Doctor is watching Donna tell someone what’s what and the thought crosses his mind how beautiful she is and then he sees his reflection in a mirror/water/convenient-reflective-surface just smiling dopily and gazing at Donna with puppy-eyes.

Oh he thinks. Oh Fuck Me. I’m In Love.

And then Donna turns to him. “Oi, Spaceman. We’ve gotta go. What have you got that look on your face for? Spotted a fancy bit of tech or something?”

“No,” the Doctor says, swallowing awkwardly. “No. It’s nothing. Come on then, allons-y.”

“What is wrong with you today?”

I’m in love, he thinks as they dash off. Oh no, I’m in love.