For those who read my earlier dream post, did they just make Eight not canon? Or have I misunderstood the timey-wimeyness of half-human half-Time Lord peoples? I CLAIM MY FIVE POUNDS ANYWAY, DAMMIT.

And here are some incoherent thoughts
Well, it made me sob like a fool, so they definitely did lots right. Murray Gold needs to calm the fuck down and Rose was, alas, horribly ill-served by the worst thought out plot resolution ever (here, have this trite yet unsatisfying ending and a really unpleasant-looking snog!), Jake/Mickey has been retconned, and Rusty is a lying liar re Gwen/Gwyneth.

BUT

OMFG. Oh, Donna. And it was predictable but in the most heartbreaking way, and godammit if Turn Left didn't break me into little tiny pieces already and now that's what she is, and OH WILF WITH YOUR HAVING TO LEAN ON DOORS OHHHH. And remembering to ask the Doctor if he was OK, which is really isn't, and instead of them having had a season all about Poor Wonely Dockter Woo they haven't done that, they've had him having fun with his lovely brilliant mate, and OH POOR TEN. Who has fucked up everyone he's ever met. (Wot no Adric in the flashback, boo.) Half-human him kills everyone: Time Lord him does a War Games. He's shit and he knows he is.

The bit where he goes back into the kitchen because he wants to say goodbye? OHHHHHHHH.

I'm sure there were lots of other very important things I will complain about later but for right now, I am very happy with how sad they made me. Gosh. It's been fucking excellent this year, it really has. And now I am going to cry about how his memories of all the lovely fun are now completely fucked, because I am an overinvested fangirl in a puddle, goodbye.