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kass asked me to talk about why I love the Ponds, and with the last Pond standing about to bow out of the show tonight, it seemed like a good time. (Yes, of course the Eleventh Doctor's a Pond.)
My love of Amy, Rory, River and Eleven is well documented all over my internet haunts. It is a love that has been pure and true and ever-growing for four years now. And I adore Clara, and I'm super excited for Twelve and s8 looks fab, but it's hard to imagine a time when Amy's not my favourite companion and when Eleven's not my Doctor.
In the end, the Ponds era was a story about all of my favourite things. It was a story about hope, about love, about remaking the world if you only believe hard enough. It was about choosing what to do with the hand that life gives you, about getting what you want even when it might look strange to other people. It was about learning to be kind, about deciding to be brave, about having faith in yourself. It was about growing up, and what that does and doesn't mean.
It was about the triumph of intellect and romance over brute force and cynicism (youtube link).
It was about four people, each of them connected to each other in all kinds of ways - friends, lovers, family - whose combined power could bring the whole universe back to life.
They've been a joy and a comfort over the past few years' ups and downs, the way that all my favourite stories are. I miss Amy and Rory an awful lot. I'm afraid we might have seen the last of River. And saying goodbye to Eleven tonight is going to be pretty painful.
But I've made such good friends, done such cool things, and made things I'm really proud of thanks to this fandom, and so even though I'm about to go put the TV on and get ready to cry on Christmas (THANKS, SHOW, JEEZ), I wouldn't change a thing.
♥ Ponds ♥
