“There’s nothing about you that’s mine,” Amy says. “You’re … yours, and maybe a bit his. But me, and Rory, we don’t …”
She thinks of packing a suitcase and waiting all night, staring up into the sky. So, so sure at first.
Amy stares down at the white floor. It does. It looks awful now. Who’d feed that to a baby. Who’d do that to a baby.
That sound you hear is the sound of my entire heart exploding. I love what you've done with this. It's what I want, no, need the show to do in order to make everyone's reactions feel more authentic and real. You've infused emotion into the timey-wimey business and it's glorious. I've felt like the whole Melody Pond business has made everyone's relationships overly complicated on the show, but you gave the story time to breathe so that we can really appreciate the nuances in these inter-dynamics. Love. This. Love. You.
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Date: 2011-09-01 11:20 am (UTC)She thinks of packing a suitcase and waiting all night, staring up into the sky. So, so sure at first.
Amy stares down at the white floor. It does. It looks awful now. Who’d feed that to a baby. Who’d do that to a baby.
That sound you hear is the sound of my entire heart exploding. I love what you've done with this. It's what I want, no, need the show to do in order to make everyone's reactions feel more authentic and real. You've infused emotion into the timey-wimey business and it's glorious. I've felt like the whole Melody Pond business has made everyone's relationships overly complicated on the show, but you gave the story time to breathe so that we can really appreciate the nuances in these inter-dynamics. Love. This. Love. You.