I’ve read she may be leaving at Christmas, but I don’t even know if she’ll get to Christmas. You’ve got to just watch and wait and see what happens.
Peter Capaldi - First Read Through
(Source: capaldilieu, via copyofclara)
Within the first episode, I loved the restaurant scene because you know it’s gonna work. You see the history there and then suddenly he’ll do something incredibly unpredictable. Something that 11 might not have done. And so it really takes us off in a new direction together.
Thursday, 21 August, 2014 | 5 notes
My lines were like: ‘But he’s so old! Why is he gray? Why has he got lines on his face?’ I didn’t know him at all at this point. In between takes, I was like: ‘Oh, Peter, I’m so sorry. Terribly sorry. You look great.’
—Jenna Coleman feeling awkward when criticising how Peter’s Doctor looked. (via kitt66
pro tip: do NOT think about your otp having their first christmas together bc u will explode from cute feels
As to River Song, don’t know. I mean it feels to me that story is slightly done and it’s time to move on from it. I was very pleased with how it worked, but we’ve seen most of the stuff we ought to see with the Doctor and River. There’s other stuff we never saw with the Doctor and River and I don’t want to see that. Just leave that somewhere else. No idea what they got up to together but I’m sure it was lovely. So let’s close the door on that.
finding out that clara's pregnant?
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three paragraph story! (seriously, why did I think I could stick to three paragraphs? #fail
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Clara crossed her arms over her chest and then lowered them to her side. The TARDIS was materialising especially slowly that afternoon, or so it seemed, but then just as she started pacing in front of the sofa and biting her thumbnail, she heard the Doctor’s cheery knock on her flat door.
She stared in the direction of the door with wide eyes, her heart racing.
"Clara?" the Doctor called uncertainly. "You home?"
She didn’t know what to do. Obviously she had to open the door, or he’d sonic the lock like he’d done that one time he’d shown up at three in the morning and she’d been dead to the world. Her neighbour across the hall already suspected him of being an unsavoury character - she didn’t need to catch him ‘breaking’ into her flat.
The doorknob jiggled. “Clara? I know I’m not early…”