Mar. 23, 2012
Every Time I Go Out In Public
Dec. 28, 2011
…just because there’s so much Doctor Who and vegan pizza on my dash!*
* NOT THAT I’M COMPLAINING MIND YOU!
** FIXED IT!
Dec. 28, 2011
(Source: myashes, via thetardis)
Dec. 23, 2011
Can someone take this computer away from me?
Dec. 21, 2011
What if every TARDIS toy/model/cutout/blowup suddenly became Idris? Real life Idrises of different sizes just walking about.
Dec. 18, 2011
In my head, the reason the TARDIS took so long to fix herself during The Eleventh Hour was that she was trying extra hard to make things perfect for the Doctor. She’d seen how badly he’d been hurt in his previous incarnation, how he’d been left by everyone he cared about again and again. And then when she got a chance at a fresh start at the same time as her beloved Doctor she took it upon herself to be big and warm and homey and inviting and to banish all the bad memories that had been haunting him. Because she knows him better than anyone and knew that this was exactly what he needed.
And when she felt the grin on his face and heard him compliment her hard work, her console glowed just a bit brighter with pride and love for her wonderful mad man.
My shipper heart just had a heart attack.
Nov. 7, 2011
Doctor, this is why I love you. Right here.
Vincent van Gogh was a man who is somewhat famous for his mental instability. He later ended his own life. For the Doctor to go and show him that his art mattered, and that his existence mattered…is amazing. And I wish someone could have shown this amazing artist how much he contributed to the world.
I wish the Doctor could show everyone how they mattered, because everybody does matter. In our own small way, we change the world simply by existing.