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purplefringeHappy More Joy Day, everyone! <3
I have never made anything for More Joy Day before, but have wanted to ever since I first found out about it. And this year, I have a vid! \o/ I didn't, technically, make it for today, but this seemed a good time to post it, particularly given that it was already out of date the moment I finished it.
You see, I had a LOT of feelings about the 2015 Doctor Who Christmas Special. A LOT of feelings. So many feelings, in fact, that I proceeded to go back and, er, rewatch every DW Christmas Special since 2005. (Well, I skipped The End Of Time because I did not have the energy for it, but I watched all the others). It was a wonderful experience, and I noticed all sorts of interesting things, particularly relating to certain repeated themes, and to the vast differences between RTD and Moffat's approach to the concept of a 'Christmas Special', and the differences in my own reactions to things now and eight, nine, ten years ago. Rewatching them, particularly the older ones, reminded me intensely of all sorts of things I used to think and feel. I might write about that sometime. (Or maybe I'll just write 'WHY DID MARTHA NEVER GET A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. WHY DID NINE NEVER GET A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL' over and over again.) In the meantime, I livetexted alllllll my feelings to the ever-patientsuch_heights, who woke up one morning to discover something like 105 messages from me. From just one episode. Sorry (not sorry). Anyway, I rewatched all these episodes, and as I was doing so, I realised that really, honestly, truly the 'true meaning of Christmas', for me, is Doctor Who.
Ever since 2005, Doctor Who is what I have most looked forward to about Christmas. It is the one immovable thing around which my whole Christmas holiday is planned. I am Jewish, and I come from a Jewish family, and - perhaps more importantly, as lots of Jews do do Christmas in some way - I come from a distinctly unfestive family. (We don't even do Chanukah properly. We're pretty bad at birthdays too.) So there is nothing at all about Christmas Day, or the long lead-up to Christmas Day, that fills me with excitement and gleeful anticipation, or leaves me feeling anything other than exhausted - except Doctor Who. Every year, I spend the whole morning impatient for it, I turn the TV on at least 10 minutes before the episode actually starts, 'just in case', watch it in rapt silence for an hour, then immediately phonesuch_heights to talk about it for another half an hour or so. We have phoned each other after the Christmas DW episode every year since 2007, I realised recently. Then, after that - after she has put the phone down and gone to resume Christmas with her family - I lie on my bed and continue to think happily about Doctor Who. And then rewatch the episode on iPlayer.
So, even though the Doctor Who Christmas episodes are rarely objectively "better" than most other episodes in their season, they are always magical, and they are always important to me. So I made a vid. As I mentioned - it's kind of out of date now! Should really have been posted on Christmas Day. But as I only started it on Christmas Day, and finished it last week, my choice was either 'wait a year until NEXT Christmas and post it then', or 'steal a TARDIS and go back to Christmas 2015 when I started it' and neither seemed particularly feasible. So I'm posting it now, for More Joy Day. I don't know that it's exuberantly joyful, but it is - show of my heart - full of kindness, and love, and resilience, and wonder, and hope, and those are perhaps quieter joys.
This is for all of you. All of my friends, those of you I have met and those of you I haven't. All of the lovely people who watch my vids and read my meta and leave wonderful comments. And all of you whose vids I watch and whose meta I read and whose fic I read and whose art I enjoy and who generally contribute to making my tiny slice of the world a better place. I love you, I'm glad you exist.
Halfway Out Of The Dark
edited bypurplefringe
fandom: Doctor Who
characters: Ten, Eleven, Twelve and Companions
music: Atheist Christmas Carol by Vienna Teng
summary: Don't forget, I love, I love, I love you
content notes: Contains spoilers for all of the DW Christmas Specials (and TEoT2, which I guess was technically a New Year special)
Thank you tosuch_heights for beta-ing, and putting up with my texts. And also to kaydeefalls for reassuring beta comments.
(Yes, it's Vienna Teng AGAIN. No, I still don't care. I've wanted a vid to this song for aaaaaages, but every winter when it occurs to me to think about vidding it, I'm already embroiled in Festivids. No, of course I'm not procrastinating on my Festivid this year. Why do you ask. What are you talking about. Who even asked you. La la la.)
download: 78MB @ mediafire
stream:
Lyrics
It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear, not alone in the dark
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
I have never made anything for More Joy Day before, but have wanted to ever since I first found out about it. And this year, I have a vid! \o/ I didn't, technically, make it for today, but this seemed a good time to post it, particularly given that it was already out of date the moment I finished it.
You see, I had a LOT of feelings about the 2015 Doctor Who Christmas Special. A LOT of feelings. So many feelings, in fact, that I proceeded to go back and, er, rewatch every DW Christmas Special since 2005. (Well, I skipped The End Of Time because I did not have the energy for it, but I watched all the others). It was a wonderful experience, and I noticed all sorts of interesting things, particularly relating to certain repeated themes, and to the vast differences between RTD and Moffat's approach to the concept of a 'Christmas Special', and the differences in my own reactions to things now and eight, nine, ten years ago. Rewatching them, particularly the older ones, reminded me intensely of all sorts of things I used to think and feel. I might write about that sometime. (Or maybe I'll just write 'WHY DID MARTHA NEVER GET A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL. WHY DID NINE NEVER GET A CHRISTMAS SPECIAL' over and over again.) In the meantime, I livetexted alllllll my feelings to the ever-patient
such_heights, who woke up one morning to discover something like 105 messages from me. From just one episode. Sorry (not sorry). Anyway, I rewatched all these episodes, and as I was doing so, I realised that really, honestly, truly the 'true meaning of Christmas', for me, is Doctor Who. Ever since 2005, Doctor Who is what I have most looked forward to about Christmas. It is the one immovable thing around which my whole Christmas holiday is planned. I am Jewish, and I come from a Jewish family, and - perhaps more importantly, as lots of Jews do do Christmas in some way - I come from a distinctly unfestive family. (We don't even do Chanukah properly. We're pretty bad at birthdays too.) So there is nothing at all about Christmas Day, or the long lead-up to Christmas Day, that fills me with excitement and gleeful anticipation, or leaves me feeling anything other than exhausted - except Doctor Who. Every year, I spend the whole morning impatient for it, I turn the TV on at least 10 minutes before the episode actually starts, 'just in case', watch it in rapt silence for an hour, then immediately phone
such_heights to talk about it for another half an hour or so. We have phoned each other after the Christmas DW episode every year since 2007, I realised recently. Then, after that - after she has put the phone down and gone to resume Christmas with her family - I lie on my bed and continue to think happily about Doctor Who. And then rewatch the episode on iPlayer.So, even though the Doctor Who Christmas episodes are rarely objectively "better" than most other episodes in their season, they are always magical, and they are always important to me. So I made a vid. As I mentioned - it's kind of out of date now! Should really have been posted on Christmas Day. But as I only started it on Christmas Day, and finished it last week, my choice was either 'wait a year until NEXT Christmas and post it then', or 'steal a TARDIS and go back to Christmas 2015 when I started it' and neither seemed particularly feasible. So I'm posting it now, for More Joy Day. I don't know that it's exuberantly joyful, but it is - show of my heart - full of kindness, and love, and resilience, and wonder, and hope, and those are perhaps quieter joys.
This is for all of you. All of my friends, those of you I have met and those of you I haven't. All of the lovely people who watch my vids and read my meta and leave wonderful comments. And all of you whose vids I watch and whose meta I read and whose fic I read and whose art I enjoy and who generally contribute to making my tiny slice of the world a better place. I love you, I'm glad you exist.
Halfway Out Of The Dark
edited by
purplefringe fandom: Doctor Who
characters: Ten, Eleven, Twelve and Companions
music: Atheist Christmas Carol by Vienna Teng
summary: Don't forget, I love, I love, I love you
content notes: Contains spoilers for all of the DW Christmas Specials (and TEoT2, which I guess was technically a New Year special)
Thank you to
such_heights for beta-ing, and putting up with my texts. And also to kaydeefalls for reassuring beta comments.(Yes, it's Vienna Teng AGAIN. No, I still don't care. I've wanted a vid to this song for aaaaaages, but every winter when it occurs to me to think about vidding it, I'm already embroiled in Festivids. No, of course I'm not procrastinating on my Festivid this year. Why do you ask. What are you talking about. Who even asked you. La la la.)
download: 78MB @ mediafire
stream:
Lyrics
It's the season of grace coming out of the void
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance
It's the season of possible miracle cures
Where hope is currency and death is not the last unknown
Where time begins to fade
And age is welcome home
It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise
And holding fast with sharp realization
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention
You are safe here you know now
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind
And knowing we are not alone in fear, not alone in the dark
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
Don't forget, don't forget
I love, I love, I love you
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