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Sometimes, just sometimes, I love River.
Moffat. You and your breaking of my heart. You will be the death of me.
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.
Terrifying Fact Number Two, is that I’ve just watched Matt Smith carrying a flaming torch on screen. Oh, it’s for such a thrilling scene in Episode 12. Really and truly, magnificent and epic. A proper movie moment. But never mind that, it’s Matt carrying a FLAMING TORCH. Look, Matt’s lovely, he’s a magnificent, brand new, hilarious, heartbreaking, heroic Doctor — but the fact is, if that man walks into a room with a coffee then it’s only so long before you’re wearing it. No, really, clumsiest man on earth. He walks like he’s in a constant state of surprise at his own limbs. I remember when he turned up at a Worldwide meeting really early on, and the first thing he did was spill a cup of coffee over a rather lovely woman. Naturally she giggled, flushed and introduced her mother. (Ahh, life when you’re Matt ! I accidentally made eye contact with the same woman — she phoned the police and shot me in the face.) On the way out he apologised to a completely different woman for the coffee incident. “That was the wrong woman,” I said, as he went out the doors. “Nope,” he replied, “That was the second cup.”
Oh, and there was the top secret, very special, extra readthrough for Episode 10 (I’m talking that up, but what the hell) and Matt came striding in with a GUITAR ON HIS BACK. I have honestly never seen a whole roomful of people flatten themselves against a wall with such a high-pitched squeal of terror. Except Karen, of course, who trotted along behind him without a care in the world. Oh, the horror as the Doctor spun and chatted and coffeed a series of delighted women. How that guitar arced and scythed! Swish! Get down, Karen! Swish! Karen, save yourself! Swish! Not her face, Matt, NOT HER FACE!! Ah, the memories. You know, to this day I’m not sure if Matt knew he had a guitar on his back — he might just have collided with a musician.
Steven Moffat, DWM Production Notes (via tzecco)
I just read this out to a friend and could. Not. Stop. Laughing.
Doctor Who + The Magic School Bus
River Song makes me think of Miss Frizzle from The Magic School Bus
So I did a little cross over- including the Doctor of course.
GET ON THE MAGIC TAR-DIS!
So this is a thing I am going to hell for.
On the left we have the 9th Doctor, who is, as I’m sure Rose found out, a great dancer.
In the middle is the 10th Doctor, the sexy one who sometimes gets all (unfortunately) of the attention.
And on the right is the 11th Doctor, who doesn’t exactly sway to the same beat as his predecessors, but if you tell him it’s because he’s just a bad dancer, he’ll deny it and say this is one of the obscure mating rituals of “his people.”
THIS IS FOR YOU BATA!
Put more models like these on the hood and I promise I will pay more attention to car ads.
Fish sticks and custard, but without the fish. Those right there are sneaky vanilla cookies and graham crumbs disguised as fish fingers.
I’m going to make them soon. Very very soon.
Thought up by the Whovian author of Bakingdom.
Matt (2:04 AM): hey i have something for ur bb xx
David (5:47 AM): Who is this
Matt (5:50 AM): it’s matt & i’ll be at ur house to drop it off soon xx
Matt (5:51 AM): she will love it i am sure
David (6:02 AM): Please don’t come to my home
Matt (6:05 AM): ur daughter will treasure this badger for the rest of her life it will be her best friend & close companion
Matt (6:06 AM): every child needs a badger xx
Why can I imagine that actually happening?