It makes me laugh whenever I remember that the ninth doctor and the eleventh doctor are the same person. I mean the ninth doctor just escaped a war in which he killed all of his kind. He’s quick to anger and tortured a dalek out of pure rage. He’s extremly traumatized and doesn’t know how to handle it. Then there’s the eleventh doctor, a very childish and goofy doctor. He plays soccer with people, he wears fez’s and bow ties because they are “cool”. He’s still traumatized as you can tell by the episode “Amy’s choice” but he’s got support from his friends now, he’s no longer alone.
I love you ianto, you freaky bastard
his ass considered it im crying
"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."
"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."
Happy plagueiversary
the iliad it boy and tamer of horses
The Hanged Man Rusts in a Nutshell:
Brian: Don’t be racist
Gawain: No
Brian: Your son is trans
Arthur: That’s literally impossible
Brian: Go sit on the chair that kills people
Galahad: I have literally been waiting for this my entire life
'just ask them out, the worst they could say is no' WRONG the worst they could say is that's why i left you behind. it's not easy even just looking at you, jack, because you're wrong. you are. i can't help it. i'm a time lord. it's instinct. it's in my guts. you're a fixed point in time and space. you're a fact. that's never meant to happen, even the tardis reacted against you, tried to shake you off. flew all the way to the end of the universe just to get rid of you.
“I am cursed by the narrative”
No, the narrative is as obsessed with me as I am with freedom. The narrative saw me along with every other version and decided that I was special. The narrative adores me and views me as a relic. I am Beautiful in the narratives eyes and it is beautiful to me. I am scared of the narrative but i also crave its attention.