Oi, I am so silly. You see I’ve been watching Doctor Who with a friend lately. I’m sort of introducing her to the series, and I am so excited for Eleven this spring; however, it’s just Ten. I love him. I hate him. I have my closure. I am glad he’s gone, but he’s gone and I won’t see his damn proper grinning silly face again—on new episodes, that is. It kills me. I know it shouldn’t, because I am okay with it. I’ve been okay with it. But it kills me! … Do you lot understand what I am getting at, or am I going mad?
Ten wasn’t my favorite Doctor - I always thought he hung around a bit too long and I am still bitter about Nine leaving so suddenly - but it’s still weird he’s gone so I understand. It’s like sending off close family, even if they were annoying and sometimes weird they were family. I have a feeling I will be very anti-Eleven and very anti-new companion for awhile :(
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