Apr 18
today has been one of the worst days i’ve had in a long time.
Mar 21 Reblogged
Here's the official word on new 'Doctor Who' companion Jenna-Louise Coleman →
Via Anglophenia:
Jenna-Louise Coleman has beaten hundreds of hopefuls to become the new companion to Doctor Who, it was announced today by Steven Moffat.
Twenty-five year old Jenna from Blackpool, England will star alongside the 11th Time Lord, Matt Smith, to mark the biggest year in the show’s history.
Best known for her roles in Emmerdale (Jasmine Thomas) and Waterloo Road(Lindsay James), Jenna will replace Karen Gillan when she and Arthur Darvillbow out of the show in a heartbreaking departure after one final series of rollercoaster voyages later this year on BBC AMERICA.
Lead writer and Executive Producer, Steven Moffat, says: “It always seems impossible when you start casting these parts, but when we saw Matt and Jenna together we knew we had our girl. She’s funny and clever and exactly mad enough to step on board the TARDIS.
“It’s not often the Doctor meets someone who can talk even faster than he does, but it’s about to happen. Jenna is going to lead him his merriest dance yet. And that’s all you’re getting for now. Who she’s playing, how the Doctor meets her, and even where he finds her, are all part of one of the biggest mysteries the Time Lord ever encounters. Even by the Doctor’s standards, this isn’t your usual boy meets girl.”
There’s a lot more at the Anglophenia article so click through to read more.
If you haven’t seen our earlier updates yet, click here. (We’re not linking directly to our own post because there are some spoilers.)
I am more excited than you can imagine. :D
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Mar 19 Reblogged
The Angles Have The Phone Box.
This seems like a rather obtuse scenario.
I like to think it’s acute drawing.
Mar 18 Reblogged
Sometimes, when you’re not looking, I just stare at you in sheer amazement, taking you in.
I find it hard to believe sometimes that such a beautiful boy like you exists.
Mar 16
sometimes i hate it all.
I hate that I can’t sing unless I’m completely alone, which is never. I hate that I can’t even sing loudly when I’m close to being alone. I hate that the minute I murmur the quietest note my sister yells at me to stop. I hate that I have to practically whisper my notes so no one can hear me. I hate that I have to do that to complacer myself. (I can’t think of any word that would fit that better, even though I’m probably spelling it wrong.)
I hate that I have to dance secretly. I hate that I have to dance in the adult fiction section while I’m putting away books, hoping no one hears me or sees me. I hate that I have to practice the time step, shuffles, and stupid ballet leaps in that corner of the library. I hate that I can never be a dancer. I hate that the moment I get caught dancing, a teenage girl staring at me as though I was some sort of freak, I burn with shame, because I believe it. And what I hate the most is that I only do this because of the aforementioned situation.
Do you know what I want? I want a room. A room they have in the ballet studios, with hardwood floors and one wall that is completely mirrors with a bar running across it. I want the wall across it to be completely windows staring out above some city, the whole world in front of me. I want a black upright piano in one corner and a stereo in the other. I want a room where I could sing and dance to my heart’s content and no one would hear me. That would be perfect.
And because I’ll never get that, I’ll just keep being quiet. That’ll be fine.
