I can never go back, I can’t. I just can’t, I can’t.
You know what I’d like to see? Whoever takes over Doctor Who next, when Moffat decides to release it from his greasy paws, should completely go back and DESTROY everything Moffat wrote. Like go back and change the Time War, write his companions into changing the Eleventh and Twelfth Doctor’s important moments, helping to save them even though they never truly met them. Then I want someone to record Moffat’s reaction as he watches these episodes and see how angry he gets over his entire run being made for naught. Then he’ll know how the rest of us fucking feel about what he’s done to undermine Classic Who and RTD era Who.
one picspam per dw season: season three
"I traveled across the world, from the ruins of New York to the fusion mills of China. Right across the radiation pits of Europe. And everywhere I went, I saw people just like you living as slaves. But if Martha Jones became a legend, then that’s wrong because my name isn’t important. There’s someone else. The man who sent me out there, the man who told me to walk the earth. And his name is The Doctor. He has saved your lives so many times and you never even knew he was there. He never stops, he never stays, he never asks to be thanked. But I’ve seen him, I know him. I love him. And I know what he can do."
The Doctor consoles Lute and Coffa after Jabe’s combustion.