God Moffat

It's been a little over 7 hours since I've finished The Angles Take Manhattan, and I have the most pure hatred for Moffat right now. My most prominent feeling at the moment is tiered. I haven't slept for the past 24 hours or so, and my brain feels fuzzy from all the crying.

When I started watching it, I got up to the part where the detective walks into the apartment to find his future self laying in bed. At that point, I had to pause it. It was almost too much. My palms were sweaty and I didn't know if I could watch the episode. I had already know that it was Karen Gillan and Arthur Darvill's last episode, so that thought was constantly running through my mind, even before I had pushed the play button.

Oh god, there was so much tears by the end. Rory. Oh lovely, lovely Rory. It was so hard watching him leave. Same with Amy. I just can't. And The Doctor. Oh lord, The Doctor's reaction when he finds out that he's going to loose Amy, and his reaction when that time comes. I don't know if I can watch the Christmas special. Not after the angles episode.

Right now, I want to break Moffat in half and feed him to those damn angles he loves so much.

I don't know. I just cant anymore.

-Cree
September 30th, 2012 at 10:32pm