#I bet she’s thinking about how much she wants to touch him #I’m sure that’s the thought she has the most when she watches him #how much she’d like to touch him #because they’re both incredibly tactile #when they’re together they’re always touching even if it’s just small touches #brushes of their fingers over the back of hands #or kisses dropped in hair and pressed to temples and brushed over cheeks and eyelids and noses #and now #she’s merely a ghost #and there is no touch #(‘I’m still just an image- not touch’ comes to mind) #and now the Doctor is in pain and she can do nothing #but stand and watch as the man she loves suffers- this time not by her hand #(I hate this ship oh my fucking god) (via alexandrakingstons)
Doctor Who + Scenery
I’m not running away. But this is one corner of one country on one continent on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and growing and never remaining the same for a single millisecond, and there is so much—so much to see. Because it goes so fast. I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.
Villains have surprisingly peppy ringtones.
The Doctor and his gangs
“You’re always here to me,
I always listen
and I can always see you”
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