Can someone please make me a gif of the Doctor running his hand along the inside of the crack in the universe, so I can watch it over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over?
Or can someone at least let me know that I wasn’t alone in finding that kind of really hot?
Reblogging in honour of the block of S5 that BBCA is good enough to be showing right now, because that will always be MY Doctor (and oh how I miss him, please bring him back) - and anything is better with Mrs Landingham in. I miss her too.
So damn OTP
#the look in her eyes in that last gif #it totally says “you think that was good, wait til I rip your clothes off you in your trailer half an hour from now”
What would you like in the Doctor’s bedroom?
Matt: I don’t know…otters, or something ridiculous
Arthur: that sing you to sleep?
Matt: playing ukuleles (x)
just…what are your brains. please explain them to me.
Dear Matt, if I learn to play songs from “Emmett Otter’s Jug Band Christmas” on the ukelele, will that get me into your bedroom? Love, Me
Goodness…is it warm in here?
Yeah…I will be over here, in the Woefully Unhip By Comparison corner.
“Funny thing is, this means you’ve always known how I was going to die. All the time we’ve been together, you knew I was coming here. The last time I saw you, the real you, the future you, I mean. You turned up on my doorstep with a new haircut and a suit. You took me to Derilium to see the Singing Towers. Oh, what a night that was. The Towers sang, and you cried. You wouldn’t tell me why. But I suppose it was time, my time, time to come to the Library. You even gave me your screwdriver, that should have been a clue.”
Because I needed a good cry today? *sob*
I’ll say it again - always reblog back-sex.
The Best of Confidential
or the Doctor Who Confidential Moments that made me smile
Matt Smith being the adorable giraffe-y thingie he is
My favourite bit is where he leans across Karen to high-five the child.
Come to my house and play with my 6-year-old, Matt. I will make you both PB&J with the crusts cut off.