This is it. I’m out. I’m leaving. Goodbye friends I am dead
- Clara saying she outgrew fairytales and Santa calling bullshit as her space boyfriend/fairytale hero arrives
- The Doctor telling Clara not to say anything and SHE DOESN’T
(CLARA.DOESN’T.TALK. I repeat: CLARA OSWALD IS QUIET BECAUSE HE TELLS HER TO BE. Clara effing Oswald who talks a hundred miles an hour.)- Clara touching his arm instead of saying anything and the Doctor understands what this means, what she’s trying to say but can’t, and assures her that YES he’s real and he’s here.
- Clara just walking right into the TARDIS when he tells her to
- me lying in a pool of tears as I try to calculate how many hours and minutes and seconds until Christmas
But Clara saying “I grew out of fairytales” is heartbreaking
because only a few episodes ago she wanted to meet Robin Hood. She convinced the Doctor to take her there. The Doctor asked her when she started believing in impossible heroes and she replied with “Don’t you know?”
In fact so much of Clara’s story has been based around impossible things and fairytale-like features.
But she lost everything, she lost Danny, she lost the Doctor and now she’s lost any belief in fairytales.
And that hurts
Pressed up against her,
you felt safe and warm.
And you knew what would happen next. The snake
ready to strike, the bullet finding a body. Night.
The taste of cherry.
This is the astral plane,this is the spirit world, she says and draws
a heart on the dirt floor with her finger.
Home isn’t where you live. It’s where people understand you.