Well, That's Who For You

nochancemartian:

nodaybuttodaytodefygravity:

kilodalton:

jonquilclegane:

doctorhim:

Doctor Who: Then vs. Now

THIS.

Thanks so much, Moffat.

Again, we have to remember to gather perspective. In the second one, the Doctor is talking to a monk who had sworn off women and likely thought them sinful by nature. It was a joke about how that character viewed women. I’m not by any means saying Moffat’s perfect, but in this instance I don’t think we need to jump down his throat.

Also he’s talking on a phone.

In 1207.

Just a little out of the correct time period for a piece of technology that allows you to talk to someone across the world in near real time, huh?

theninthincarnation:

sirdoctor—oftardis:

whocriedbadwolf:

welcometogeekdomthyla:

rtylering:

PARALLELS: Doctor Who
L Supernova

OH MY GOD

It had been months since he’d seen his Rose being pulled towards the void, months since a single flash of hope for her life in the form of Pete Tyler appeared and saved her from hell but could do nothing to save the Doctor from the same.  Months…when it finally hit him.

Leaping out of the captain’s chair, the Time Lord pulled lever after lever, pressed the right buttons, turned the right knobs and when he’d locked on to that final gap left between universes, he’d never flipped a switch with so much enthusiasm.  He was near breathless from the sudden effort that had echoed within the console room that had remained empty since Rose’s departure.  He’d found himself saying her name ever now and again, unaware until the scanner’s readings had come up that she’d been able to faintly hear him.  Now he could at least give her this; a proper goodbye, no matter how much it would tear his hearts out of his chest to do so.  She deserved more than a final glance at his broken expression.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a thick book that he instantly recognized.  With the layers of dust covering it, he knew it to be his least read book on the ship; the TARDIS manual.  The Old Girl herself had a habit of showing it to him when he was about to do something stupid and it always turned up no matter where on the ship he tossed it.  Now it was even open to a specific page.

Humoring his ship, he made his way over to the book that was laid out upon the captain’s seat.  He picked it up and of course, it warned him against orbiting a supernova.  It warned him against just what he was about to do in order to say goodbye to Rose Tyler.  His lips pursed into a thin line when there was a telltale ‘ding’, signalling that he’d arrived at his destination.  It was time.

His glance fell back to the book in his hands and his eyes narrowed.  The Doctor’s chucks made little noise as he crossed the grating and moved to the double doors, opening the one on his left.  “It’s been fun,” he mused to the book, “but I think I gave up on following the rules a loooong time ago.”  Right about the time he fell in love, he mused to himself inwardly.  With that, he tossed the book into the supernova to never have it return.

A weight lifted off of his shoulders to make room for the one that would settle there when he saw his precious Rose crying on that beach.

——

“Shall I run and get the manual?”  Amelia’s voice, accent as blatant as ever, rang through his mind as the Doctor made his way towards the stairs.  Little did she know, about a million images ran through his head all at once just at the mention of that book.

“I threw it in a supernova,” he answered, descending the stairs in order to have a better look at the wiring below.  He was foolish to hope for that to end the conversation.

“You threw the manual in a supernova?  Why?”

Because it told me not to perform a simple act in order to see her one last time.  Because it forbade me with a supposed law of the universe when I myself am a Time Lord, the last one, and I’m the last that should be bound to such laws.  Because it tried to stop me from giving my Rose one last goodbye, one last hope to live a better life.

Those were his thoughts, at least.  What came out was simple and would warrant much less inquiry.

“Because I disagreed with it!” he shouted up to his companion.

Well, he wasn’t lying.

WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO MY HEART?!

david-tennants-little-fangirl:

cozcat:

slytherinweasley7:

Probably one of the worst moments of all time.

Look how he reaches for her. His best friend. He just wants her to show some recognition. That she is still in there somewhere. He just wants his best friend back. 

#Sometimes when I rewatch this episode #and when this part comes up #I always wonder just what is going through the Doctor’s head#I imagine it might be the first memory of her he ever had #that moment she randomly appeared within his TARDIS and just how confused and excited he’d been at the situation #or maybe even all the adventures he never talked to her about #and he wonders just how many amazing things he could have shown her #would have been able to show her had it not been for everything that had led up to her forgetting him #and I wonder if he finds that just the touch of her hand in this small handshake was painfully beautiful #because it took him back to all the times he took her hand #and ran #maybe it was the most painful thing he’d ever experienced and maybe he made a note of that in this moment #that he could never run while holding her hand again

i-like-blue-boxes:

faithandlovewillkeepmestrong:

I never saw her face the first time with the Daleks but her voice! It was the same voice! The same woman! Twice! And she died both times! The same woman!

#it is killing me how excited he is #because #like okay #clara died and came back to life/back into existence somehow and died again #and so he’s presuming there’s another clara out there (which clearly there is) #but like i can’t help but think he’s so excited because he thinks that just maybe #the universe has given a companion he can’t lose #i mean obviously she can die and the different claras all have different backgrounds and whatnot #and they don’t have their memories of their past/other lives clearly (except maybe when they die?) #but they’re all the same basic person right down to the fondness for souffles #and so maybe the universe has finally taken pity#except nothing’s ever that simple and it’s just going to end badly

#people who criticise Amy and Clara for not being ordinary girls and for having this timey wimey factor  #need to take a step back and remember that this is the kind of companion 11 needs  #9 and 10 needed someone simple and kind to mend him after the war  #they needed some ~stability because well everyone was pretty much dead  #but 11 needs something to get him going  #he needs a reason to keep travelling and to keep being himself  #11 is a child and he needs someone to play with  #someone to be a mystery  #this is the kind of companion he is drawn to and he can’t help it  #because he needs people like Clara and Amy  #he needs someone to bring him from here to there and to give him a reason to travel  #instead of staying stuck in victorian london being all grumpy #9 and 10 needed someone that would be amazed by them and that would be in awe of the things they see  #so they can be in awe as well with them  #they needed someone with a contagious innocence and willingness to embrace a new world  #so he could once again discover it trought them  #and not be all grumpy pants  #idk i think different doctors need different types of companions  #HE NEEDS a companion always #but the type changes

_{wibbly wobbly who;
the doctor in good times vs. bad times}

cas-wants-the-dean:

boredandnotginger:

#Of all the companions who might’ve wanted to see Ten naked #poor Donna is the one who ends up having to deal with naked Doctor #the only one who couldn’t care less (via gallifreyburning)

And thus, you could hear the barely audible thud of millions of fangirls all over the world fainting after uttering the words “he’s naked”