Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
“Don’t play games with me. You just killed someone I liked!”
“Don’t play games with me. Don’t ever ever think your capable of that.”#This is such a beautiful summation of the fundamental difference between these two #It’s the same line #the same feeling #but Ten wore his every emotion on his sleeve and had no problem whatsoever showing exactly how he was feeling #while Eleven #oh Eleven #He is so hurt so damaged and so careful with himself that even when he’s SEETHING and betrayed he hides it all away #and yet somehow even though he says this with perfect calmness and composure it’s still utterly terrifying #because you know what’s lurking underneath #that same ferocity he had before but this time being bottled up for fear of what it might do #and when it lets loose - basically run
Reblogging for beautiful tagging.
“I feel more sexy than ever, not because I’m sexually attractive, I just feel I’ve grown into my body.. It took me ages to grow into being a woman, into being happy with it. Now I feel fine about shapes and things. It’s nice to have curves. To be a woman.”