I’ve seen some complaints about how ugly this outfit is, but you guys – this is PRECISELY how someone who has been a questionably styled man for 1300+ years would attempt to dress a woman’s body. I effing love it. Doctor, you hopeless, wonderful creature.
okay but imagine tho
nobody recognizes thirteen as the Doctor at first because “you never told me you can change gender????”
but then kate lethbridge-stewart from UNIT stops by, and thirteen immediately braces herself for another five minutes of trying to prove she’s the Doctor
and kate’s just like “hi Doctor good to see you again here’s the deal”
“hold on, you recognize me? how’d you know it was me?”
“honey, you’re the only person in the universe who would even begin to think about putting something like THAT on their body”
Yeah, we’re talking about a person who used to dress like THIS:
And don’t forget Four’s mega-scarf. Or Ten wearing converse with fancy evening wear.
Five wore a fucking vegetable on his stupid cricket outfit, but this is where you draw the line?
Date a girl who has seen the end of your relationship. She has seen how it burns down into ashes, to be blown away like nothing was ever there.
Date a girl who loves you anyway.
You both happily marry and live on in marital bliss for the rest of your lives. Eventually, though, as is inevitable for all living things, your health begins to deteriorate with age, and you die peacefully in your sleep. There was no sadness upon hearing the news of your death, everyone knew it was time, and you had made peace with the world.
Many years earlier, you had made your final wishes known, and planned your cremation. You never liked the idea of being locked in a box six feet underground for the rest of eternity and especially disliked the idea of being pumped full of harsh and harmful chemicals, at high expense for your family.
The service was lovely, and your family and friends gathered in your home to tell stories about you and remember your life. Your friends and family then piled into your niece’s car and drove to the funeral home. People thought it was strange that your wife requested that she be able to be there when the cremation was to begin and that she be able to light the machine, but accepted it nonetheless. She saw it as a sort of final goodbye, a brief, personal way to send you off onto the next leg of your eternal journey, sending the atoms of your body back into the earth to create more beautiful things.
As she pushed that button and said her goodbyes, she remembered that she had seen the relationship end like this, in flames, crumbling into ash, and was glad that she decided to continue your relationship, realizing that both of you had become better people because of each other’s companionship.
Later on your wife decides to scatter some of your ashes in the garden near the flowers and trees that you had lovingly cultivated together, the fragments of your ashes floating away, off to create beautiful things for the entire human race.
