I’m guessing what you guys don’t know about me is that identities don’t seem to really stick where I’m concerned, I’ve been forever changing them. And to be honest, this one does not seem right any more. I’m fed up with the name of this blog and the identity behind it. As a result, I’m setting up a new blog where you can follow me there if you wish, and where I’ll be active and actually post my own stuff instead of just mindless reblogging and that. Sorry about involving any of you with my identity crisis, it’s not the first time this has happened, though it the first that it’s happened on here.
Anyhow, if you want to follow my new blog, it’s over here: http://theoncominghurricane.tumblr.com/
two regenerations later The Doctor finally meets that person
Doctor: Once we know what’s coming, it’s fixed.
Amy: Time can be rewritten.
Doctor: Not once you’ve read it. Once we know what’s coming, it’s written in stone.
The moment you realize that we were the ones who read Rory’s name on that tombstone first.
Moffat made this entire thing our fault.
“My friends have always been the best of me.”
I’ve often thought this kind of thing must happen quite often.