"I’ve got to do this. I’ve got to end it. The Daleks destroyed my home, my people. I’ve got nothing left."
"Every story has a beginning, a middle, and an end… but not always in that order.”
The story of the Eleventh Doctor’s era, in chronological order.
yeah, that’s gonna happen.
Day 01: Pick a feature: Hair, Eyes, Face, basically Everything.
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Hugh Jackman riding a scooter. That is all.
Christopher Eccleston on being the Ninth Doctor
”His arms are covered in sharpie marks. One night he decides to count them. He hits 50 before he stops. He doesn’t want to know anymore…every day Rose Tyler doesn’t know him, and every day he tries and every day he fails…
They’re facing each other on her bed. He’s trying to memorize this moment in case it never happens again…”Are you going to regret this in the morning?” she whispers. He thinks he already does…He wakes up to his alarm. In his own bed, in his pajamas, in the past. He isn’t surprised…
Twice he’s gotten almost to the airport. Three times he’s been slapped by donna. Once he’s made Martha cry. Once he was so rude to Rose she didn’t come in the next day, but he woke up on January first before he could find out if he’d driven her off for good…
The fire alarm sounds. He grabs her hand without stopping to think about it as customers file out of the shop and begins to pull her toward the exit.