Credit goes to THIS Tumblr.
30 DAYS OF NEW DOCTOR WHO: Day 13 → Favorite Scenery
He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun. The doctor.
Doctor/River clay people :)
One of my first t-shirt design attempts. I’m not sure if I’m going to finish it or not, but I thought it was cute.
Moffat hints a spoiler from 2008!
Hello! I’m a Linguistics major at Western Oregon University and a somewhat recently addicted Whovian. When I heard about the final project we’ll be doing for my Linguistics 370: Discourse and Text class, I decided to pick something awesome! As we talked more and more about metaphor, and how we use so much metaphor talking about time (using space and direction, etc) I thought doing an exploration on how the Doctor uses metaphor when he talks about Space and Time in the abstract.
Anyway! This is the blog where I’m going to collect my date in one place, which will hopefully help me see patterns and new ideas I didn’t have before. I’m going to be focussing only on the Doctors since the 2005 reboot, because they’re the ones I’ve seen. In the future, if I continue this project after my course is over, I might go back and watch the Classic Who episodes to explore how the language of time and space was dealt with back then.
If you have any questions, please ask! I’m completely open to discussing my project, and I’d love all the help I can get!
Nice. I bet we’d all love to hear what you discover about how/if the language changes. Publish your results on Tumblr?
CONFIDENTIAL: Matt Smith & James Corden practice lines from “Closing Time”.
This kid is amazing. Every day he has come to college dressed like ten, but today he was dressed like eleven. He used to have ten hair too, but he cut it off. Depressing. However, he is still fantastic. I just knew I had to share this with the rest of you. I hope he has tumblr and he sees my appreciation for him. Definitely a hardcore Whovian. Love it.
Doctor Who. 9th, 10th and 11th Doctor’s with their companions.
CASE CLOSED!! <3 <3
A madman with a box.
But still, my brain exploded behind my eyeballs when this happened:
Oh my god, Eleven. Stop being so damn FANTASTIC.