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“I love this. Traveling with you.”

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Doctor Who Character Edits: Bill Potts

David Tennant and Billie Piper at the Doctor Who Series 2 Tooth and Claw screening in Glasgow (April 2006)

Doctor Who moodboard: Ninth Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (requested by: @waltzing-with-my-inner-geek)

Chris, David, Matt, and Peter talking about Jodie.

my sweeties! 

David Tennant on The Late Late Show With James Corden 5/01/2018

What, one face in all of that crowd? There was a crowd too?

The Doctor had initially felt a surge of relief when he realized just how much of his Time Lord visual, auditory, and olfactory capabilities had remained after the metacrisis, but as the days wore on, it became apparent that, in many ways, such heightened senses were more of a hindrance than a help. He was always hungry or thirsty or hot or cold or sleepy, Time Lord senses hijacked by a human body and human needs. He smelled a whiff of chocolate from someone’s 99 Flake half a block away, he suddenly wanted to eat. He heard someone filling up their cup with water, he suddenly wanted to drink. He felt Rose’s hand brush against his, triggering his newly formed, tender and raw nerves, sending a not-unpleasant ticklish jolt up his spine, and he suddenly wanted to kiss her rotten.

Well. The desire to kiss her wasn’t sudden, per se. It had buggered at the back of his brain since his ninth incarnation, peeking out from behind the curtains sometime between a Slitheen invasion and a very frustrating confusing conversation about dancing. It had been a quiet wish in a safe space, easily pushed aside, left humming pleasantly in the background noise of his thoughts for years. Physical intimacy was so far removed from the Time Lord reproduction process, practically bred out of his species in an attempt to curb the number of immortal children roaming round the universe, that he had long regarded kissing and sex as unnecessary, and therefore ignorable (though he found himself touching Rose in other ways more than was strictly needed; even as a Time Lord, his tenth incarnation had itched to hug her and hold her hand and maybe, perhaps, sometimes even cuddle a bit). But now the urge to hold, to kiss, to touch was growing stronger, more difficult to push away, matching in intensity his needs to do basic things like eat, drink, and sleep.

She had become a physical necessity.

He’d always appreciated Orwell’s writing but never held such a visceral understanding of that particular passage until now.

(a redraw; the passage and art for which i would like to dedicate to the super-talented @lvslie, who always leaves such nice replies on my stuff and has such nice quiet backgrounds that they’ve inspired me to stop leaving my backgrounds so blank all the time <3)

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