the thing about amy/eleven is that they're literally every relation possible all at once --- they're lovers, they're siblings, she's his mother, he's her father, he's her god and her savior, she's his god and his creator; he gives her whimsy and magic and hope and adventure; and after everything she's been through she still loves him and believes that he is good; to him she must be the pure unfiltered concept of forgiveness, the literal embodiment of redemption itself; she is the home he keeps on coming back to and he is the freedom she can never refuse ---
and above all
above all
they are best friends





