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I forgot to mention this earlier because I’ve been so busy working, being tired and watching BigBang videos BUT something awesome happened in the city the other day…
I was walking down the street with my friends and I noticed a woman dressed in period clothing. Obviously this sparked my interested, so I took a closer look as we walked by AND TO MY DELIGHT I noticed that the man beside her was dressed as Tom Baker’s 4th Doctor! At this point I shrieked “IT’S THE DOCTOR!” and from behind me I heard a voice say “Did somebody say Doctor? I’m the Doctor!” I turned around to find a man standing there dressed as Chris Eccleston’s 9th Doctor! I said something stupid like “YOU’RE NINE, HELLO DOCTOR” and he proceeded to show me his credentials on his PSYCHIC PAPER. I asked him what they were doing and he replied “Saving the world!” in a northern accent. He remained in character the entire time.
I got a photo with him (he was very tall and I’m very small but you can even see the 4th Doctor in the background!):

So basically, that’s the story of my encounter with not one but TWO Doctors. It came at such a good time because I had lost my faith in Melbourne and NOW IT HAS BEEN RESTORED. Whoever you people are, THANK YOU for making my day.

I don’t think I’ve never cried so much over fictional characters before. I’m sorry but I hate Steven Moffat for doing this and I won’t ever forgive him for it. I don’t care if it’s unreasonable to expect that the Doctor and the Ponds would travel through time and space together forever because that’s exactly the only version of events that I could have lived with. I refuse to be accepting of this. Fuck. I’m so sad right now. And angry. Everything sucks.

edit: AND TUMBLR, the endless gifs and gif sets and photo sets are NOT HELPING. I actually think I’m going to just stay away from tumblr for a while because I can’t stand the twisted people who think it’s okay to post about this right now. I literally need time to mourn and I cannot do it here.

I should probably stop text posting about Doctor Who re-runs on ABC, but I can’t help it. These emotions that I have, they can’t be contained. Currently watching ‘The Stolen Earth’ and am overwhelmed by Rose/Doctor feelings, Doctor/Donna feelings, Captain Jack feelings, Ten feelings, basically I have too many feelings. THE DOCTOR’S SECRET ARMY. Everybody is there and they’re trying to find the Doctor, and it’s all just too much. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to casually watch Doctor Who. It’s too spectacularly done, and I care too deeply about the characters.

And now I’m crying again… boo.

DAVROS NOOOooo!

What a perfect trio. I’m going to cry for weeks when we finally have to say goodbye to the Ponds. I really do love Matt Smith. I wish I was at Comic-Con so bad.

Watching Doctor Who and remembering that I physically can’t sit through a single episode without crying.

Fires of Pompeii.

EEP. So excited. (even though I have them on DVD)

you officially have a who-dar inside of you

My Who-dar is ready and waiting at all times to make or catch any DW reference within 500 metres.