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Doctor Who-The Parting of the Ways [Fanedit]

Parting of the Ways Fanedit Poster

Discussing this episode on Doctor Who forum “The Hive” got me excited about the potential of tweaking the ending of this episode so that Rose doesn’t resurrect Jack Harkness and there’s no foreshadowing of a regeneration before Eccelston begins his farewell speech.

I was able to pull it off by grabbing a line Eccelston says shortly after Rose says “I bring life” and bring it around to just before she says that line (which then led to a shot of Jack coming to life), the line worked really well and segued neatly into the rest of the scene.

Another tricky part was editing out Jack approaching the TARDIS just before it dematerialised, I had to time the take off just right, and then cut to the interiors, also removing some of Rose’s dialogue so the tone was more sombre, with Rose confused and The Doctor preparing for the end.

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Doctor Who-Lifers [Fanfiction]

Lifers

 

“Come along you lot, this is a special occasion” The Doctor said, beaming as she presented a colourful box to Graham, Yaz and Ryan.

“What’s in the box Doc?” asked Graham as they all gathered around.

The Doctor looked at him with a spirited frown, no intention to scold, but expecting better of him.

“If I told you that, the surprise would be lost now wouldn’t it?”

“This doesn’t come with bubble wrap does it?” said Yaz with a cautious tone.

“Yeah, we won’t want to go through all that again” said Ryan.

“You can trust me fam, you won’t want to miss this” The Doctor assured them.

Yaz, ever the curious, asked what the occasion was.

“Why should the day matter?”

“Usually, we don’t get presents unless it’s an anniversary, or a birthday, or a wedding, or Christmas”

“Or it could be because you’re my lifers” said The Doctor.

“Lifers?” said Graham.

“Lifers, best friends, the ones that stick with you through all your days, short or long”

“Oh I’m sure you’ve met a long list of lifers on your travels Doc, we’re not that special” said Graham.

“You’re the first faces I set my eyes upon in this form, you never forget your firsts, everyone’s equally important to me, and I’ll show you what I mean with this”

The four formed a circle around the box as The Doctor prepared to open it.

“Excited?” she asked.

“Terrified” said Graham; The Doctor nudged his shoulder with her arm.

Wasting no time, The Doctor opened the box. White smoke poured from the contents, and a loud, warm almost emotionally stirring howl could be heard emitting from it.

“It’s essence, pure essence. Say hello to it, it won’t bite”

“Hi there” said Ryan, waving to whatever form he assumed was in the box.

The wisps of white energy flickered and briefly burst into a mesmerising light that almost blinded Ryan.

“What just happened?”

“It absorbed that moment and stored it in its tidy little memory”

“A little? Doc, I can hear about a thousand different voices in my heads, I’m pretty sure it’s coming from there, it’s packing a lot”

“The universe is a big place Graham, more than a billion souls inhabit it, and I’ve only ever explored a fraction of it in this rackety old thing”

The TARDIS let out a slight wheeze from its engines, almost in protest at this.

“Sorry” The Doctor said.

“So this box somehow contains the essence of everyone you’ve ever met, and it now includes Ryan?” guessed Yaz.

“It’s called The Cloud, it was developed on my homeworld, my people had created technology that could allow us to send telepathic messages through time traversing space cubes. One brilliant scientist, a mentor of mine, proposed we upgrade the technique so as to gather the telepathic recordings of people we met on other worlds for research. This was the only one of its’ kind created”

“And it fell into your lap how exactly?” said Ryan, most intrigued.

“My people had a strict rule of non-intervention, so the cloud was bequeathed to me, and I’ve put it to good use with all of my loved ones ever since”

“Well, consider me in this for life” said Yaz, and leaned over to add her voice to the cloud.

“My name’s Yaz and the tea at my place is never cold” she said.

There was another bright flash, Yaz stumbled back, and The Doctor gathered her up in her arms.

“You OK?” she asked.

“Yeah, I feel real good about that, it felt right, like something I needed” Yaz revealed.

Graham looked hesitant; The Doctor grabbed him by the arm and dragged him back over to where the cloud was stationed.

“Oh don’t drag me into this Doc; I wouldn’t know what to say”

“Yaz and Ryan didn’t say much, you’ll be fine, if you want to, you can tell it a story, actually I’d really like that, it can even be a sad story, maybe you’ll feel better when it’s finished, you look like you’re in need of something that can perk you up this winter” The Doctor insisted.

“I’m at the age where I don’t need anything really”

“Oh don’t talk rubbish; everyone needs a bit of the universe in them”

“I’ve got the entire universe I’ll ever need Doc, you, Ryan, Yaz, I don’t have to be part of a bigger club to know where I stand with you”

“You’re the sweetest man I’ve ever known Graham, but you’re thinking a bit too selfishly here. That’s not what the fam’s about. If you’re not going to do it for yourself, then at least do it for me”

“The Doctor’s right Granddad, she wants us to share parts of ourselves with this Cloud so she can be reminded of us when we leave, or pass on”

“She’s got a time machine, she can see us anytime”

“You’re right, I can visit them at any point, but there are paradoxes to consider, there’s a matter of whether or not they recognise me, go too far and it’s almost too late. When I go well beyond my reach in the universe, where all that greets me when I return is a grave yard, I need them to still be around me, sending me reminders of who I was thirteen times over, letting me know it’s ok to still be who I am. I lose that, and I lose all sense of myself. I need my sense of identity, without that I am not a Doctor, I am a Warrior, I am someone who forgets, someone who regrets, and I don’t want to be made of those things. I’m a healer Graham, and maybe not right now, but eventually I’ll be in need of healing myself and I need everyone to help me do it. I need my universe around me Graham, and most of all, I need you”

Graham made eye contact with The Doctor’s startling eyes as they welled up ever so slightly, a look of genuine care and desire in her eyes, he realised how much this cloud meant to her, and what he could provide for it and her.

“A friend of mine I knew from work, a bit of a lifer to me actually, told me this morning he couldn’t get his car started today, he’s calling to get it towed over to the work shop in a couple of hours and that they’ll work on it tomorrow. Trouble is, he’s always telling me tomorrow never comes with these mechanics, the car’ll sit in there unattended to while they got on with work on motors whose owners all pay better for their services. It’s a real disgrace. I told him yesterday’s full of mistakes but tomorrow is the future, and it’s always better to look towards that than what you said then, because before you know it, tomorrow is today, and today’s the day.”

The Cloud flashed brightly yet again, Graham threw his hands over his face as his eyes reacted harshly to the burst of energy, he reeled back only for The Doctor to catch him by the back and hoist him back up, giving him a tight hug in the process.

“That’s more like it” The Doctor said

“You were right Doc, that did perk me up”

“I knew something was on your mind, you’re always thinking of others, that story of yours will go a long way towards reminding future me of what matters in a life that goes between today and tomorrow, whichever it is, today will always be the day”

She gave Graham a quick kiss on the cheek.

“And you lifer, as always, have made my day”

Doctor Who: The Good Place [Fanfiction]

The Good Place

She once contemplated whether or not she was a good man.

Her pal at the time told her she didn’t know.

After a while, upon given an army tailored for destruction as a birthday present, she declared she was not one. She was an idiot.

Maybe this is what this was.

The mark of Idiocy.

She and Graham had discovered The Herald, a powerful alien entity in The Doctor’s image, a creature they had encountered before in Bohemia during the 17th Century. It had escaped the Catastrophea, a dimension of perpetual disorder, The Doctor and her friends had sent it back.

Now, trapped in a logic cube with Berraka Dogbolter, they found the Herald being tortured. Its screams would scar any normal being.

The Doctor wouldn’t stand for it. She couldn’t.

Were The Doctor’s attempts to cut through the noise to settle The Herald courage on display? Or bull-headed stubbornness? A willing defiance and denial of danger to always ensure the right deed was done?

Graham had warned her, he asked if she was being wise, reminding her the last time they met her, she almost swallowed the planet whole.

The Doctor’s response was quick and all too overconfident. The rationale was simple, if they could overcome the danger once, they could do so again.

She could not stand to see someone tortured, even a former enemy.

She should have been wiser than this, now was no time to play the fool.

Someone had told her that once before, in her fifth incarnation, after too many people had died that day.

But that’s who she chose to be, that’s what she was defining herself as, a foolhardy go lucky, confident woman who relied too much on her own wisdom.

She reached out to the tortured Herald calmly; it identified her as “little mirror”, a commentary on its connection to The Doctor, as the real deal assured it she could ease its pain.

And then that pain opted to share itself with her.

The Herald’s mind opened to her, pouring into her like blood from an open wound, a transfusion of memories, faces, friends and rivals of old. River, Sarah Jane, Ian, Barbara, Susan, Jaime, Missy.

Regrets and romance, feelings and ferocity, every emotion the Doctor tried to let sleep in her mind had awoken.

She realised to her horror that the Herald was not just a creature that had patterned itself on her body to use as a template, it had absorbed everything that made her who she was. Mind, body, and possible soul.

The Herald was her.

Graham was right, she had not been a wise one this day. And now the truth frightened her. It chilled her to the bone.

In her state of vulnerability, her mind cast back to earlier, to how they had found the Herald in the first place, to the man whose very instincts picked up on the Herald’s cries for help and who had led the expedition down the tunnels to the torture chamber that contained her.

That man was her beloved Graham O’Brien.

Even when it wasn’t exactly her, he could distinctly hear the echo in her image, it’s cries, and he could lock on to it and find his way to it.

He could always find his way to her.

In an attempt to do good, she had overlooked the negative traits she had within herself, traits that compelled to splinter the Herald, she saw what a fool she had been to try and tame herself.

But Graham? Graham could ease her pain, a part of her contemplated having him ease the Herald, but she dared not risk exposing him to such turmoil.

As she explained what the Herald was to him, the vulnerability overtook her, and she held on to him, gripped him tightly, her warm delicate features grazing against his own, her arms wrapped tenderly around him, she felt safe. Terrified and sad, but content where she was.

For as long as she held him, she was in a wise place, a good place.

And in his grasp, she needn’t fear any future.

 

Doctor Who-Twice Upon A Time 1.5 [Fanedit]

Twice Upon A Time Jodiless Cut

Since releasing the original version, I have since watched a few other edits of this episode and I feel further improvements can be made, some inspired by the other cuts I saw, but I gave the edits my own twist

Changes to version two

-Capaldi and Bradley’s banter greatly reduced, time freezes directly after Twelve says First’s face is all over the place due to holding back regeneration

-Testimony ship now abducts the TARDIS before the ‘male nurses’ dialogue can kick in, this allows us to skip other unnecessary conversations about The Doctor’s guitar and One dismaying that Polly isn’t around to do the cleaning up

-One’s reaction to the sonic sunglasses remains cut.

-Twelve’s “cut out all the jokes” line is cut

-Bill’s reaction to One’s TARDIS is cut

-One’s remarks regarding Bill giving the TARDIS a spring cleaning is cut, helping bridge the transition between One’s missing lines and Twelve interrupting him is the line “I kind of miss it” in regards to Bill missing her travels with The Doctor.

-One’s reactions to having the sonic sunglasses placed on his eyes cut, as is the line “what’s browser history”

-The infamous “made of glass/fairer sex experience” exchange cut.

-Bill and Twelve’s argument minimised as Bill finds The Doctor’s doubts about her amusing. One’s threat of a spanked bottom cut

-Capaldi’s final speech greatly reduced. Soundtrack removed from scene to allow better transitions

-Regeneration occurs, but we cut away to a “TO BE CONTINUED” before we see anything from Thirteen.

-Jodie Whitaker’s credit cut in ending

 

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Doctor Who-Hell Bent [Fanedit]

 

password to view trailer: tardis

The divisive Doctor Who Series Nine finale “Hell Bent” overhauled and repurposed as a tidy 24-minute instalment that does away with The Doctor breaking his no-kill code, man-baiting gender jokes and female general, the diner TARDIS etc, the focus is entirely on The Doctor’s quest for the truth regarding The Hybrid, and making the decision to determine Clara’s fate for her

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Doctor Who-I Can Feel It [Fanfiction]

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The TARDIS’ radiant emerald yellow light diminished and the central column gently came to a halt, the whole of the interior almost drowning in pitch blackness were not for a vibrant blue light.

The Doctor’s back came very close to leaning against one of the columns, her head was titled back, and her right hand was clenched, as if she were trying to draw enough strength to physically attack an unknown force that was driving her to an intense discomfort.

As a child, she had ran away from the untempered schism, as an elder with the temperament of a child, he had stolen away a ship and took his granddaughter to the stars. She was fearless in that instant.

When the time came to let her grandchild go, she had no fear there either

In thwarting the terrors of Mondas, she had faced the first of many deaths with just as much bravery.

This was an altogether different feeling.

This was a different kind of fear, a fear that rivalled the one forged in the caverns of Metabelis III.

A fear she wasn’t sure she could conquer.

Her face was a complicated jigsaw, changing expression to match the unease in which the anxiety had swept over her.

She felt an ache in the pit of her stomach, she felt a tremble in her hand, sensations of pain that only drove her to distraction, and set her on course for confusion.

There was anger and resentment towards this feeling, there needed to be a counter emotion, a strong show of force, an urge to resist and reject that fear, but it was proving a trying task.

Yaz couldn’t know, Ryan couldn’t know, she needed to hold it together for them, and for one other in particular.

That significant other soon walked into the room, whistling a few Broadway show tunes to himself.

“Hey Doc, what’s with the lights being out in here? We’re almost ready for supper…good on Ryan for paying, I’m skint. We could do with a few egg and ham sarnies from Greggs’, something to chew on while on the go, y’know?”

The Doctor didn’t dare turn around; she didn’t want to subject him to her pain when he was in such jubilant spirits.

But he could sense the disquiet in her soul, and he gently perched himself down where she sat and, seeing that she was now trembling, leaned over and placed a hand over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter Doc?”

The Doctor gently slid over to her side, leaning her head gently on Graham’s shoulder.

“Something’s coming for me…I can feel it” she whispered to him.

The two lay there, precious minutes ticking by, minutes that could be spent reassuring Yaz and Ryan that things were OK and they could go out for sandwiches.

The Doctor’s fears hadn’t left her, but she knew the courageous man providing her warmth in the uninviting darkness, both inner and outer, would never leave her either.

She could feel it.

Doctor Who: Day of the Doctor [Extended Renegade Cut]

 

Day of the Doctor Extended Renegade Cut

This cut makes use of superfans Youtubers Oliver Comet and Confession Dial to prove you with the most unique cut of Day of the Doctor perhaps ever assembled. Classic Doctors, the near-entirety of Night of the Doctor, a clearer and more concise transition from War to Nine, it’s all here for you on this, the 56th anniversary of our favourite tv programme, so get in.

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