I didn’t have to hesitate for a moment to reblog this after I read it.
i stick up for my family but this.. this is wow, there is like pure love radiating off this post!
I embarrass myself daily in front of everyone.
In public I’m just like:
But then I get home and in bed I actually think about what I did:
And then I realize:
In my head, the reason the TARDIS took so long to fix herself during The Eleventh Hour was that she was trying extra hard to make things perfect for the Doctor. She’d seen how badly he’d been hurt in his previous incarnation, how he’d been left by everyone he cared about again and again. And then when she got a chance at a fresh start at the same time as her beloved Doctor she took it upon herself to be big and warm and homey and inviting and to banish all the bad memories that had been haunting him. Because she knows him better than anyone and knew that this was exactly what he needed.
And when she felt the grin on his face and heard him compliment her hard work, her console glowed just a bit brighter with pride and love for her wonderful mad man.
My shipper heart just had a heart attack.
While the Doctor was working in a toy shop during his eleventh regeneration, a redhead walked into the shop with an elderly man. The Doctor, seeing them, quickly pulled off his name tag and dropped it on the floor. The redhead introduced herself as Donna, and asked if she could please see the selection of baby toys, because her niece, named Rose at her granddad’s request, had been born today. The Doctor turned away before Donna could see the look on his face, and didn’t notice the elderly man stoop down to pick up the name tag from the ground. There were tears in the eyes of both men
