aintborntipycal-blog:

_{Like the stars miss the sun in the morning skies.}

elektranatchics-blog:

That Martha must’ve done you good.

sorrydearie:

We all have such fateful objects - it may be a recurrent landscape in one case, a number in another - carefully chosen by the gods to attract events of special significance for us: here shall John always stumble; there shall Jane’s heart always break.

eathons:

Time Lord, TARDIS, same old life. Last of the Time Lords.

blueboxarchives-blog:

She listened as he told her stories of Gallifrey, of its rise and fall, its wrath and ruin; of its builders who hung the first orange lights in the streets to mirror the stars. In the golds of his irises she could see the planet’s twin suns, great round tables upon which thousands of restless flames danced and flared. And as he spoke, she felt the twining of a thread around her heart, tying her forever to this strange, lost place that had given her the most beautiful of gifts: him.

doctorstwelfth:

s4/e10, Midnight

the-riversong:

Yes. You’re right. I am definitely Mr. Grumpy Face today.

tennydr10confidential:

David Tennant’s eyes as the Tenth Doctor.

never. never e v e r.