oh i know, i know. *lost fans group hug* it took me a long time to accept it, and i think it has been so subtle that it has been a slow awakening for a lot of people. suddenly you just realise you’re not enjoying the show as much anymore, and it’s not engaging you, and it’s not just for one reason, it’s kind of just because of everything. it’s still watchable and people like it because it’s pretty and can pull a few heartstrings as necessary, but it’s like the core has been removed and the show is now just a shadow of what it used to be. 

but it will be okay! doctor who still exists pre-moffat, and all those companions and adventures we have loved are still around to be watched and re-watched. it’s sad knowing there probably won’t be new material that is watchable for a long time, but at least it’s a consolation. and truthfully, when in a lighter mood, taking the piss out of moffat and his gigantic ego can be quite satisfying. it’s not petty to do so, it’s just one of the stages of grief ;)

ohsoromanov:

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i post a lot of dw/moffat related stuff so i’m surprised people don’t understand it yet? i don’t dislike clara, i haven’t watched doctor who since the wedding of river and the doctor. i have trouble putting it into words but basically: moffat’s writing is only getting more and more sexist. i’m sick of ~*~*special companions whose entire lives revolve around the doctor from a young age. like does it not disgust anyone else that he has written Clara’s sole purpose for existing is so that she can ~save the doctor??? all the companions have saved the doctor from himself at some point! we never needed to be explicitly told this as though we are morons. we see it in subtle character development. but Moffat has a massive wankery ego that is only satisfied when he gets to believe that he is so much cleverer than everyone else, and when he gets to explicitly explain things as though we are five year olds learning addition. Donna was the most important woman in the universe. if she hadn’t met the doctor he would have died and catastrophe would have struck earth over and over. but there was no big ~*~**~poetic arc about how Donna was created to save the Doctor. her arc was about making choices, and she always, always, always had that choice. she could have chosen not to go back to the doctor and she could have let everything happen, but out of the goodness of her own heart and her faith in the doctor, she chose to be the hero. and even then, she refused to believe she was ever that important. she was just Donna, you know? i just feel like Moffat has sacrificed the heart of the show just so he can put his massive ego up on a shelf to be displayed. he creates confusing storylines that most people have trouble understanding. he breaks all the fundamental, basic “rules” the show has had since forever. he thinks, for some reason, that he has to be the one to answer “all the questions” about the doctor, just because he’s had all these nerdy little theories since he was a boy. i understand his excitement, but we don’t watch doctor who for the mystery… we love the doctor because of some of the mystery that surrounds his being, but what we watch it for is the adventure. we watch it for aliens and war and companions proving their worth alongside the doctor. the show wasn’t perfect pre-moffat, but in my opinion it has only become so much worse. 

i don’t know, i’m so tired and i’ve never been good at voicing my problems with the show. i just don’t like it anymore. it is not the same as it was, and the way it has progressed is not for me. some people enjoy it (mostly americans who are used to seeing this sexist shit all the time tbh) and that’s fine. but me, and pretty much every other person who used to love doctor who no longer does. most of my friends who watched it casually gave up because it was no longer capturing their attentions or imaginations. my family no longer wait impatiently for new episodes. we no longer look at each other wide-eyed after an episode, discussing the brilliant or terrifying aliens from that week. my sister and i used to have to sleep in the same bed, sometimes for nights on end because we were so scared. to be continued eps would leave us breathless and we all verbally abused the television when nine regenerated. i have so many good memories from watching doctor who with my family - and i honestly don’t have that many good, solid family-time memories. it was so important to me to have that time, and i feel like i’ve been robbed of it. we all have been. we no longer care. my family sometimes watch it because it’s on. no one discusses it any more and attention is more likely to be focused on bowls of pudding than it is to be on the show.

it just makes me so sad and angry on so many levels. my doctor who tag has a couple of posts in it explaining my feelings better if you’d like to have a peep. 

“I am Clara Oswald. I was born to save the Doctor”

i was already so fucking done with this show and i actually don’t even watch it anymore but i caught that as my family are watching it and god i have never been so done with anything ever in my life.

slowly forgetting what it’s like to be able to eat food without feeling ill.

thisivyhouse:

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