martha jones is my favorite doctor
Complaining that Moffat’s companions (or RTD’s, for that matter) are ‘all the same character’ just because they have some heroic traits in common is like saying that Superman, Batman, Spider-Man and Iron Man are all the same character just because they’re all brave, witty, good-hearted superheroes with no parents.
seeing the companions for the first time.
This is the truth, Doctor. You take ordinary people and you fashion them into weapons.
Martha Jones was born in 1986. She had an older sister named Tish and younger brother, Leo. When she was a child, Leo pushed Martha off the swing and broke her arm. Going in the ambulance and having her arm plastered fascinated her, which is when she decided she wanted to become a doctor.
where do you want to start?
"So what’s he like? In the future, I mean. Because you know him in the future, don’t you?" - "The Doctor? Well, the Doctor is the Doctor…”
#the contrasts here are so striking#one time she is telling him that he is loved#one time that he is feared#once she specifically calls him a man and not a god#once she can’t help but to make that analogy#when the full weight of what loving him means becomes clear#she’s seen all the sides of him#and that is what makes her perspective on who he is so interesting
You may not know this (in fact, there’s absolutely no reason why you should) but when I was a teenager I LOVED film magazines. I bought one, maybe two, a month. I didn’t like to throw them out - £3.50 is quite a lot of money to a fifteen-year-old, believe it or not - so I just kept them in drawers and under things. Doctor Who re-aired in 2005, so in 2006 I started buying Doctor Who magazines too. And anything else that looked like it was vaguely related to Doctor Who or British sci-fi. Time passed, and like some horrific mythical monster my collection grew…and grew…and grew.
Then I turned eighteen and moved out of my parents’ house. And as will probably happen to all of you once you move out of your parents’ house, eventually your parents will want your old room for storage space or for your gran to sleep in or to not be a fire hazard or whatever. “Okay, I’ll get rid of the magazines” I said. “GOD THERE’S SO MANY” my dad said. There were. More than I remembered, in fact, and inexplicably (considering some of them had been stored in various places for nearly ten years) they were in pretty good condition.
And so I’m selling them!
God knows if anyone actually wants them or not, but I can’t imagine there wouldn’t be a teeny bit of interest in some of the Doctor Who or Torchwood or Iron Man stuff. So, what’re you after?
SO MUCH DOCTOR WHO (this isn’t even all of them):
And a bit of Torchwood!:
You want a tiny inflatable Sontaran thingy, a freebie from the frankly awesome Doctor Who Adventures kid’s magazine? I HAVE YOUR BACK, FRIEND: