(AKA Megan doesn’t want to go to bed and she’s watching the Doctor Who marathon)If anyone cares, this is my #newtowho story.Ok here goes, so at the end of my freshman year of college, my new friend moovelope was telling me how I need to watch this show called Doctor Who. But I ignored her cause it sounded dumb.I was also stupidly falling victim to some Scottish scam artist I met online who was preying on stupid, desperate American girls. Well like i said, he was Scottish and he kept talking about David Tennant and how good Doctor Who was. Again, I ignored.Because everything happens in three’s, my best friend iamthequeenoftime spent our long bus rides to work talking about this new show she watched and how “fantastic” this girl Rose was and how there are these things called weeping angels and daleks and blah blah blah. I mastered the smile and nod that summer.Well August comes around and I had some oral surgery. My mom refused to let me take a Percoset and I was in massive pain. I had to wait 6 hours for my ibuprofen to wear off so that I could take real medication. I figured “hey I might as well watch a movie to distract myself.” So I log on to netflix and start to find something and what’s right there? Yup. Doctor Who.So I started watching “Rose” and I was in so much pain I didn’t even give a crap about the not-so-special effects. I watched the whole season in the next 24 hours. I was blindsided by the regeneration and completely crushed. I slammed the computer shut and refused to watch anymore.But the next day came around and I started the episode. Honestly my reaction to David Tennant was “who the fuck does this guy think he is? He’s not the Doctor!” But I was sooooo wrong. It took about 2-3 episodes (and maybe some strong pain killers) and I totally okay with David. Needless to say, he became my Doctor and is to this day.So i moved in with moovelope and we started our wonderful friendship. I caught up within 2 weeks of school starting and we spent our Saturdays watching Matt Smith. We could sit for hours and theorize and talk stuff out. We came up with our own companion we wished we could see (complete with tragic and yet fulfilling end). It was the best of times. I spent the year researching the fandom, writing papers/studies on it, and submitting them to conferences. It was an intense year and wonderful beyond a doubt. Doctor Who has changed my life, honestly for the better.I still watch the show and participate online. Unfortunately moving back home has cut me off from spending time with lots of Whovian (a luxury I had in college).So thank you BBC, Russell T. Davies, and the fandom, for keeping the show alive during the hiatus and bringing it back.
I just want to see Nine, Ten, and TenToo in the same room
with Nine looking back and forth between Ten and Tentoo before glaring at Ten like “What the fuck did you do?”
so you’re telling me there’s an alien who regenerates into a completely random form, that he cannot control or determine himself, and who understandably could take millions of different appearances, but who all 13 times just turned into a different skinny abled white guy
Doctor Who - The Doctor x Jack Harkness
(Disclaimer: I love Capaldi)
please, just- just see me
You, sir (and your eyebrows) are MAGNIFICENT!!!
OH MY GOD
“I can complain about things now”
petition for the next companion to not be a white girl in her 20s who crushes on the Doctor
petition for the next companion to be a grumpy chinese-american grandma who complains about plot-holes and knits the doctor horrific time-travel-themed sweaters to wear when she thinks it’s cold out (most of the time)