2014-2015; or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Twelfth Doctor
A confession: I really struggled with Season 8. I was jazzed as all hell when Peter Capaldi was announced, but I wasn’t at a great time in my life in 2014 and I needed Doctor Who to be less dark and gritty. More importantly, I needed the Doctor to still be a positive hero. While I liked Deep Breath, too much of Season 8 wrote the Twelfth Doctor as an unlikable grim jerk. I really wanted to like him, but it was hard. At the very least, by the season finale I could see just how much he and Clara really meant to each other, and that gave him a lot more emotional depth.
And then Season 9 came around. As my Tumblr folks probably know, anxiety issues and lack of a TV kept me from keeping up with it as most of it aired. But I had reassurance from multiple sources, including friends, that Twelve was written much more consistently this season and that he’d softened around the edges. The weekend that Face the Raven aired, I’d finally had enough with waiting and dove right in. I was hardly disappointed, and I finally got a chance to properly fall in love with the Twelfth Doctor.As one of his predecessors once said, “change, my dear, and it seems not a moment too soon.”