Silence is the most ominous sound the Doctor ever makes. On the slow walk back to his little blue box from the Naismith’s parlor, he’s utterly silent, unnaturally, and Wilf fills in the vacancy with anxious chatter because this kind of quiet, it’s like a pause between explosions—accentuated on either end by cacophony.
Is this long enough for a read more? idk, it feels long. Maybe because I only do meta-y posts once in a blue moon. So yeah. Doctor Who thoughts under the cut.
Not Moffat friendly, as per usual. Don’t click if you’re not into that sort of thing.
Characters I love in Scenes they Give me Feels In: Leela of the Sevateem | Doctor Who
#no but by Gallifrey she’s realised that she can still be useful and wonderful and still better than most of the Time Lords around#she’s grown so much since then#and having Time Lords looking down on her as being worthless all the time#only makes her more determined to prove them wrong#she knows she has worth and that she can help even after she’s blinded (via eloralouistra)
A little Nine and Rose commission from Awesome Con that is WAY LATE but I finally did it! Nine is absolutely the most fun Doctor to draw btw
Listen, what you get up to in the privacy of your own regeneration is your business.
Ten/Rose, AU; think Murder on the Orient Express by Agatha Christie…but with Doctor Who characters. Sorry!
Doctor John Smith swirled the whiskey around in his glass, staring at it thoughtfully as his best friend and travelling companion Captain Jack Harkness reacquainted him with a tale from the good old days of their youth. It was 1934, and he had known his friend since the War. They often journeyed about together these days, and currently they were travelling to Paris via the Valiant Express, having boarded at Belgrade.
“Doc, are you even listening?” Jack asked, nudging him with his elbow.
“Hmm?” John, who was to everyone known simply as the Doctor, looked up at his friend.
“Penny for your thoughts.”