Elizabeth. Some times I make things, occasionally I write things, and the rest of the time I mindlessly reblog. Most of my blog is Avengers, Supernatural, Doctor Who, Merlin, and anything else that strikes my shipper's fancy. Current celebrity crushes include (but are not limited to) Tom Hiddleston, David Tennant (duh), Michael Fassbender, Jensen Ackles (and most of the Supernatural cast), and the entire rest of the Avengers cast.Enter at your own risk and enjoy!
Doctor Who Confidential - 1.13 - The Last Battle
i could use a dream or a genie or a wish. to back to a place much simpler than this
He is standing there, facing the TARDIS.
The scariest thing of all—scarier than the new face, the cowboy hat, the changed TARDIS—is his stillness. He is a statue, she thinks. This is some kind of post-modern art that is made to break her.
Rose crosses her arms. Just in case, in case this isn’t some giant universal mockery of her mental state, she calls out. His name spills out, soft and disbelieving and, she will admit, hopeful.
It is not there to mock her. His head turns first and she can see him in profile with a flat-fronted face and straight nose.
He says nothing, yet. His turn toward her continues with a wavering smile affixing itself to his lips. Then, he walks toward her, long strides as always, with one hand in his pocket.
She would put ten pounds that he is worrying his fingers on the sonic.
The Doctor stops four feet from her, smile fighting away from his mouth. He tips the brim of his hat, “Rose Tyler.”
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you. ~Richard Wilbur
‘cause i know that you feel me somehow
You know they would have shagged right then if Jack hadn’t beamed them up.
