Doctor Who AU | Ten & Donna Noble visit Diagon Alley
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I think I would get summoned back on set for everyone to say goodbye. Which is very sweet and very kind of… all a bit too much, actually. I think I wanna just run away now. But I can’t do that, that would be… that wouldn’t be very, uh… sociable after four years. But it’s a funny feeling. It feels a little bit… I feel a bit bereft.
But anyway, I’ll go on and smile and say thanks to everyone. I’m being a bit sad… I’ll be fine. It’s great. And… I just wanna go home now.
Anyway… Anyway… I won’t. Because everyone wants to say cheeri-o, and that’s nice.David Tennant on his last day of shooting for Doctor Who.
His life long dream and ambition has come to an end… (his song has ended)
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PHOTOSET PER EPISODE
I love how he says “Yes you are, you are brilliant.” Because he knows to keep it light and teasing, but so sincere it hurts. I wonder what the Doctor was thinking then, whether he had any idea what Donna meant to him and to the universe. That she was already the most important woman in the universe and it is her compassion and her humanity that saved his life and everyone else’s.
#a love letter to Donna Noble #this production was brought to you by My Creys
Dearest darlingest future me,
‘Ello! How are you? Err, how is me? How will me be? Wait, don’t answer that: spoilers. Anywayyy, right now I’m a bit bored in the TARDIS. Must be Sunday. So, I thought I’d try out the ‘ol advanced poetry degree (remember, the one we earned during our artsy-fartsy phase? What with the cat pin and the outrageous jacket? Oh gosh, don’t tell me that future me is wearing that again. Or worse, a flamboyant hat.) Welllll, on to the poetry:Rose isn’t dead.
The TARDIS is blue.
Bananas are sweet.
Raxacoricofallapatorius..
Oh Captain! My Captain Jack! Our fearful TARDIS trip is done.
Your eyes have explored every female’s rack, the man meat you sought was won.
Two timelines diverged in an open vortex, and I-
I took the one more traveled by,
so that I didn’t accidentally destroy all of Time, Space and reality itself.
To be, or not to be - Wellllllll, that is a really pretentious question, as
‘ol Willy thought himself.
Whether ‘tis Donna Nobler in the mind to suffer a two-way meta-crisis…
Do I like green eggs and ham?
I do not like them, Tenth Doctor I am.
Do you like green eggs?
I don’t know. Maybe my Eleventh self likes spam or jam or clams or grahams or rack of lamb. Or even taking a physical exam while eating canned yams with someone named Jam and scoring a grand slam. Dammmmn.
I do not know about him yet, Tenth Doctor I am.
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Nahh, in most atmospheres, I prefer spring, thank you. Not too cold, not too hot, and all you need is a light jacket.
This poetry thing isn’t working out so brilliantly, is it? I suppose I’ll try another day. Stay clever, self!
Does it need saying?,
*Insert endless squiggly crop circles that I can’t quite write out with this measly Earth-made feather pen here*
Is most likely the most amazing DW piece of fanfiction I’ve ever read.
