Doctor Who - The Big Bang
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apocalypsos"From now on, I'm leaving the kissing duties to the new Mr. Pond!"
"No. I'm not Mr. Pond. That's not how it works."
"Yeah, it is."
"... yeah, it is."
Two thousand years.
Two thousand years.
He (or at least, one version of him) waited for and protected and loved her for two thousand years.
Look, I didn't plan on this post turning into the Why I Love Rory The Bestest Story. Really, just because Rory does funny things to my tummy in all of his dorky self-deprecating loveliness doesn't change the fact that I love:
a.) Eleven, for being goofy and fribbery and liking fish custard and wearing a fez and having Matt Smith's lovely rubbery faaaaaace and generally being awesome,
b.) Amy, for being Amelia and ginger and saucy and wild and daring and hurt and thirsty and in love and an adventurer and just generally awesome,
c.) River, for being a curly and a trickster and a spoiler and a possible wife and a minx and a thief and a murderer and a hero and a generally awesome character,
Aaaand d.) the Moff, for not being deathly allergic to happy endings like some former showrunners are.
But I came into this season knowing a few things from the first couple of episodes. I knew I liked Matt Smith and felt him a worthy Doctor. I knew I liked Amy in all of her open and brash wonder. I knew I liked River for being brave and taunting and sneaky. And I knew I liked the Moff because ... well, he's the Moff. And he's not Rusty, so he's got that going for him.
The thing is, I didn't love Rory the same way when the season started. He was just there, just the sweet maybe-boyfriend until he was the sweet definitely-fiance, and then he became something more.
The Doctor was Amy's invisible friend, but not his. For all of her twelve-years cynicism for being left behind, Amy is the dreamer, and Rory is the boy next door who knows exactly who he is. He's not Jeff the hot computer guy, and he's a nurse, and he lives in Leadworth. He's nothing special, and he knows it, and yet he's marrying Amy Pond. Amy, who is gorgeous and adventurous and imaginative. Amy, who is a bit of a whirlwind. Amy, who as far as Rory sees it is going to turn around one day and realize that she's marrying poor dorky Rory the nurse. He's a bit bewildered and awed and thrilled by her all at once. And there was a part of him that is and may always be a little bit terrified that she'll realize just how wonderful she is compared to him, and she'll leave.
This season was Rory's lesson that Amy loves him. She loves him so much. She may flirt heavily with the Doctor and tease and throw herself headlong into danger and walk away from her wedding for just one moment, but her heart belongs to him. Even when he didn't exist, it belonged to him. Even when he was a plastic man, it belonged to him.
He's her hero, and the plastic Rory is her proof. He was made in Rory's image, but he was constructed from Amy's image of him. Her image of him would stand by her side for two thousand years while her pretty-much-dead body sits in a box. Her image of him would haul that same box out of a warehouse during the Blitz. Her image of Rory is amazing.
And now we end the season with him on an equal footing with Amy and the Doctor. Amy and Eleven and Rory, sitting in a TARDIS, K-I-S-S-... actually, no, Mr. Pond is in charge of all of the kissing, thank you very much.
... so, yeah, I kinda like Rory. :D
It can be Christmas now, right? Right?!
"No. I'm not Mr. Pond. That's not how it works."
"Yeah, it is."
"... yeah, it is."
Two thousand years.
Two thousand years.
He (or at least, one version of him) waited for and protected and loved her for two thousand years.
Look, I didn't plan on this post turning into the Why I Love Rory The Bestest Story. Really, just because Rory does funny things to my tummy in all of his dorky self-deprecating loveliness doesn't change the fact that I love:
a.) Eleven, for being goofy and fribbery and liking fish custard and wearing a fez and having Matt Smith's lovely rubbery faaaaaace and generally being awesome,
b.) Amy, for being Amelia and ginger and saucy and wild and daring and hurt and thirsty and in love and an adventurer and just generally awesome,
c.) River, for being a curly and a trickster and a spoiler and a possible wife and a minx and a thief and a murderer and a hero and a generally awesome character,
Aaaand d.) the Moff, for not being deathly allergic to happy endings like some former showrunners are.
But I came into this season knowing a few things from the first couple of episodes. I knew I liked Matt Smith and felt him a worthy Doctor. I knew I liked Amy in all of her open and brash wonder. I knew I liked River for being brave and taunting and sneaky. And I knew I liked the Moff because ... well, he's the Moff. And he's not Rusty, so he's got that going for him.
The thing is, I didn't love Rory the same way when the season started. He was just there, just the sweet maybe-boyfriend until he was the sweet definitely-fiance, and then he became something more.
The Doctor was Amy's invisible friend, but not his. For all of her twelve-years cynicism for being left behind, Amy is the dreamer, and Rory is the boy next door who knows exactly who he is. He's not Jeff the hot computer guy, and he's a nurse, and he lives in Leadworth. He's nothing special, and he knows it, and yet he's marrying Amy Pond. Amy, who is gorgeous and adventurous and imaginative. Amy, who is a bit of a whirlwind. Amy, who as far as Rory sees it is going to turn around one day and realize that she's marrying poor dorky Rory the nurse. He's a bit bewildered and awed and thrilled by her all at once. And there was a part of him that is and may always be a little bit terrified that she'll realize just how wonderful she is compared to him, and she'll leave.
This season was Rory's lesson that Amy loves him. She loves him so much. She may flirt heavily with the Doctor and tease and throw herself headlong into danger and walk away from her wedding for just one moment, but her heart belongs to him. Even when he didn't exist, it belonged to him. Even when he was a plastic man, it belonged to him.
He's her hero, and the plastic Rory is her proof. He was made in Rory's image, but he was constructed from Amy's image of him. Her image of him would stand by her side for two thousand years while her pretty-much-dead body sits in a box. Her image of him would haul that same box out of a warehouse during the Blitz. Her image of Rory is amazing.
And now we end the season with him on an equal footing with Amy and the Doctor. Amy and Eleven and Rory, sitting in a TARDIS, K-I-S-S-... actually, no, Mr. Pond is in charge of all of the kissing, thank you very much.
... so, yeah, I kinda like Rory. :D
It can be Christmas now, right? Right?!
