Doctor Who and Jackie, The Mum

Have spent four days absorbing Doctor Who (nine and ten, to be precise) and am incapable of processing thought; let alone human thought, which is messy and distracting. Nine is so goddam charming and sweet, with just the right bit of dash and dark; Ten is so handsome and darling and odd, seriously, there ought to be laws against surprising people with that sort of sudden and intrusive male beauty. No, I'm sorry Tennant, I take it back- you keep shining. You crazy diamond ! (Call me.)

GREAT GADFLIES.

I now know what everybody was talking about. Gosh everyone, awfully sorry, didn't realize I was missing INCREDIBLE HEARTSTOPPING SPACE DRAMA.

Also I love Jackie. Ha ! Mums. And Mickey. And Jack. And Rose. Rose. Oh, how I cried. Haven't gotten into much Martha-era yet, but I'm sure I'll love her as well.


Please, if you love me, rec me Doctor/Rose. Anything. I'm begging. Rec it hard and don't stop 'till the sun comes up.

I do believe I have the vapors.