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Uh oh, I feel another unhealthy celebrity crush coming on…

regala-electra:

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Every time Darren looks at that damn flower. Kills me.

Doctor Who Officials: So ya know how the the 10th Doctor carried the Olympic torch in an episode of Doctor Who?
Doctor Who fandom: Yeah...
Doctor Who Officials: Ya know how you all have been asking for David Tennant to run the torch part of the way?
Doctor Who fandom: Yeah!
Doctor Who Officials: Well someone from Doctor Who is going to be running the torch through Cardiff!
Doctor Who Fandom: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
Doctor Who Officials: It's Matt Smith!
Doctor Who fandom:
Doctor Who fandom:
Doctor Who fandom: Cardiff is doomed. The Olympics are doomed. The Universe is doomed.

Terrifying Fact Number Two, is that I’ve just watched Matt Smith carrying a flaming torch on screen. Oh, it’s for such a thrilling scene in Episode 12. Really and truly, magnificent and epic. A proper movie moment. But never mind that, it’s Matt carrying a FLAMING TORCH. Look, Matt’s lovely, he’s a magnificent, brand new, hilarious, heartbreaking, heroic Doctor — but the fact is, if that man walks into a room with a coffee then it’s only so long before you’re wearing it. No, really, clumsiest man on earth. He walks like he’s in a constant state of surprise at his own limbs. I remember when he turned up at a Worldwide meeting really early on, and the first thing he did was spill a cup of coffee over a rather lovely woman. Naturally she giggled, flushed and introduced her mother. (Ahh, life when you’re Matt ! I accidentally made eye contact with the same woman — she phoned the police and shot me in the face.) On the way out he apologised to a completely different woman for the coffee incident. “That was the wrong woman,” I said, as he went out the doors. “Nope,” he replied, “That was the second cup.”

Oh, and there was the top secret, very special, extra readthrough for Episode 10 (I’m talking that up, but what the hell) and Matt came striding in with a GUITAR ON HIS BACK. I have honestly never seen a whole roomful of people flatten themselves against a wall with such a high-pitched squeal of terror. Except Karen, of course, who trotted along behind him without a care in the world. Oh, the horror as the Doctor spun and chatted and coffeed a series of delighted women. How that guitar arced and scythed! Swish! Get down, Karen! Swish! Karen, save yourself! Swish! Not her face, Matt, NOT HER FACE!! Ah, the memories. You know, to this day I’m not sure if Matt knew he had a guitar on his back — he might just have collided with a musician.

Steven Moffat.

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and they’re letting this guy carry the torch through Cardiff.

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oh my GOD

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distance-dimension:

GIVE ME THESE! WE SHALL HAVE A HOGWARTS PARTY AND I WILL GET DRUNK!

mishasminions:

Dean, I’m SORRY. You’re my numero UNO. Let’s play naked TWISTER.

notabadday:

What kind of day has it been, Doctor?