And now it’s time for one last bow, like all your other selves. Eleven’s hour is over now, the clock is striking Twelve’s.

The Doctor - x
Clara Oswald - x
Photographer - x


moffia:

'DOCTOR WHO: WORLD TOUR' TICKETS NOW ON SALE FOR SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA

State Theate, Sydney, NSW
Tuesday 12th August 2014, 7:30pm

An introduction to the new 12th Doctor, live on stage. Hosted by Adam Spencer. Includes Q & A session, followed by the Australian premiere screening of the 1st episode of the new season.


matteleven:

'Well, you'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories in the end…'-Amy Pond - Hayley Smith11th Doctor & edit - MattElevenPhoto by Soph

matteleven:

'Well, you'll remember me a little. I'll be a story in your head. But that's OK. We're all stories in the end…'
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Amy Pond - Hayley Smith
11th Doctor & edit - MattEleven
Photo by Soph


matteleven:

This man claimed to be Captain Jack… the sonic claimed he was drunk!

matteleven:

This man claimed to be Captain Jack… the sonic claimed he was drunk!


moffia:

Doctor Who: written by Steven Moffat - Asylum of the Daleks

I am Oswin Oswald. I fought the Daleks and I am human. Remember me.


moffia:

Doctor Who: written by Steven Moffat - The Day of the Doctor

Clara sometimes asks me if I dream. “Of course I dream”, I tell her. “Everybody dreams”. “But what do you dream about?,” she’ll ask. “The same thing everybody dreams about,” I tell her. “I dream about where I’m going.” She always laughs at that. “But you’re not going anywhere, you’re just wandering about.” That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going. Where I’ve always been going. Home. The long way around.


moffia:

Doctor Who: written by Steven Moffat - The Bells of Saint John

Danger. This is a warning. A warning to the whole world. You’re looking for WiFi. Sometimes you see something. A bit like this ┓┏ 凵 =╱⊿┌┬┐. Don’t click it. Do not click it. Once you’ve clicked it, they’re in your computer. They can see you. If they can see you, they might choose you. And if they do, you die. In 24 hours you’re dead. For a while. People’s souls are being uploaded to the internet. Some people get stuck. Their minds—their souls—trapped in the WiFi. Like echoes. Like ghosts. Sometimes you can hear their screams. On the radio. On the telly. On the net. This is real. This is not a hoax. Or a joke. Or a story. This is real and I know that. Because I don’t know where I am. Please. Please, if you can hear me. If you can hear this. I don’t know where I am.


Last Trip to the Doctor Who Experience.


moffia:

Doctor Who: written by Steven Moffat - The Angels Take Manhattan

Afterword by Amelia Williams:

Hello, old friend.

And here we are. You and me, on the last page.

By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you always.

Sometimes I do worry about you though. I think once we’re gone you won’t be coming back here for awhile. And you might be alone. Which you should never be.

Don’t be alone, Doctor.

And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope.

Go to her. Tell her a story.

Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. And save a whale in outer space.

Tell her, this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.


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