“Oi, bow tie,” she says, but her voice is shaking. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m nothing special.”

“Oi, bow tie,” she says, but her voice is shaking. “Why are you looking at me like that? I’m nothing special.”





The most heartbreaking thing about Donna Noble…

it-s-time-to-go-now-lockie:

himynameissomething:

She saw him as an equal and didn’t worship him as a god. 

She was the friend he needed, always making him laugh

She was the friend that saw right through him, the one he actually shared some stuff with.

She wasn’t some little girl he bossed around…

She was so amazing in every single way, yet she didn’t see it herself….

But when she finally realised it…

 

And felt SO happy, happier then she’d been in her entire life… They had to take it away.

Basically…



But…. Moffat didn’t write in Donna. Russell did, and he wrote her out. Why are you blaming Moffat? You should blame Russell



virginiachance:

He still keeps the phone in his jacket pocket, even though it hasn’t rung in years. 
It didn’t ring when all the children stopped in their tracks.
It didn’t even ring when people stopped dying. 
But it’s ringing now - and he doesn’t want to answer it, but he has to.
It’s Martha. Of course it’s Martha.
“Doctor,” she says, “She remembered.”
His hearts catch in his chest.
No - he thinks - no, the defense mechanism was supposed to keep her safe. And now it’s one more thing he won’t be able to forgive himself for.
“Is she - ?” He chokes on the next word.
“Oh no. No. Doctor, she’s fine,” Martha quickly assures him, “I don’t know what happened but she’s fine. Her brain hasn’t exploded. She’s okay.”
She’s okay. 
He doesn’t know what to say, except to repeat to himself, She’s okay. Donna’s okay. She’s okay.
“She’s waiting for you, Doctor,” Martha tells him, and adds, after a few moments, with that quiet, uncanny intelligence he always wishes he’d been more openly appreciative about, “You can come back now. You can stop running.”

——

His fingers tremble as he sets the TARDIS controls for Chiswick.


bad-w0lf-bay:

the—void:


But you didn’t have to cut me offMake out like it never happened and that we were nothing

bad-w0lf-bay:

the—void:

But you didn’t have to cut me off
Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing


“I’d like to do a play; I’d like to do Much Ado About Nothing; and it just so happens that the perfect Beatrice in my head is Catherine”. —David Tennant

Working with David, he’s absolutely my ideal Benedick.—Catherine Tate


have you ever shipped something so hard that you started crying



Doctor, please, please don’t make me go back!