no but imagine, after they become cool with each other, twelve taking both clara and danny out on “dates” that consist entirely of life or death situations where somebody always ends up covered in alien bodily fluids
and pinkwald finally getting fed up and being like “we need to show this poor bastard what a date looks like” and taking him out to dinner
which annoys him because isn’t this just eating
-insert pansexual joke here-
Doctor Who in a nutshell.
a creature of true majesty
I will reblog this everyday
- don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. it isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
- don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. you’re not the sum total of what you produce.
- don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. that’s not how it works. there are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. it’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.
Doctor, Sherlock wants his shirt back.
welcome to the BBC, we have twelve actors three writers and ten props