Wherein Ten continues to bullshit his way through being a Time Lord
*blames himself to get himself out of trouble*
do you ever get in a mood where you’re just bitter about everything and anything because that’s me as hell right now i need some oreos and a nap
We call ships ‘she.’ We call our war machines ‘women.’ We compare women to black widows and vipers. And you’re going to tell me it’s not ‘lady-like’ to scream, to take up space, to fight and demand respect and do whatever the hell I want. You’ve looked at nuclear bombs and been so in awe that you could only name them after women. Don’t try to down-play my power.
The most aesthetically pleasing thing ever
"She knew his weaknesses, his moments of hatred, of despair.
Yet she was there at his side.
They shared the same universe"
those were the days guys
don’t you dare tell me you didn’t love this show