Steven Moffat has said that calling Peter Capaldi’s incarnation the ‘Twelfth Doctor’ is wrong.
Speaking in SFX magazine #251, Moffat said: “I’m just going to throw this continuity grenade back at Doctor Who fans and say, ‘You are all wrong!’ He has never called himself the anything-th Doctor in the show.
“If the Doctor was a real person and walked in here, and you said, ‘Which incarnation are you?’ he’d have to think, just as you’d have to think about how many houses you’ve lived in. He never thinks of himself as a numbered Doctor. The Twelfth Doctor means the twelfth actor to have played the lead in Doctor Who. That’s all it means. There is no such character as the Twelfth Doctor and never has been.
“It’s a long time into the show before any such nonsense ever comes up. It’s purely us lot, us fans, wittering on about calling him the Third or the Fourth Doctor – which is actually quite an unpleasant thing to do. It doesn’t feel right at all when you type that. I had to do that for the [50th Anniversary] special. It was the Tenth Doctor, the Eleventh Doctor, and it felt like a betrayal, in a way. But what else could you do?
“Out of curiosity, I looked at what they did in ‘The Five Doctors’. They didn’t number them at all. Do you know what they called them? The Hartnell Doctor, the Pertwee Doctor…” x
From “The Lodger”:
(The Doctor head butts Craig.)
(There is a very rapid montage.)
CRAIG: You’re a
CRAIG: You’ve got a Tardis.
DOCTOR: Yes. Shush. Eleventh. Right. Okay, specific detail.
Admittedly not written by Moffat but IN HIS SEASONS, so you’d think he’d remember it.
Actually, even better, HE LEGIT REFERRED TO HIMSELF BY NUMBERS IN THE MOST RECENT EPISODE,when he’s explaining to Clara why he can’t regenerate and bullshits: Well, number ten once regenerated and kept the same face. I had vanity issues at the time.”
From The Five Doctors, where Davison and Hartnell (well, Hurndall)’s Doctors first meet:
SUSAN: Is he really-?
DOCTOR 1: Me? Yes. Yes, I’m afraid so. Regeneration?
DOCTOR 5: Fourth.
DOCTOR 1: Goodness me! So, there are five of me now!
Didn’t look very hard, did ya pal
I don’t remember the dialogue but Davison’s doctor also explicitly referred to himself as the fifth regeneration in Mawdryn Undead
Orbital path of asteroid near miss in 2002. Yah, that’s how close we came to nuclear winter and possible total destruction.A visitor.
It’s like it’s trying so hard to hit us and it just can’t do it
"J002E3 is the designation given to a supposed asteroid discovered by amateur astronomer Bill Yeung on September 3, 2002. Further examination revealed that the surface appeared to contain the paint used on the Apollo moon rockets. The object is probably the S-IVB third stage of the Apollo 12 Saturn V rocket.
"The Apollo 12 S-IVB unit had an empty weight of about 9,559 kg and is in unstable Earth orbit, which may result in eventual collision with Earth. An object with a mass of 10,000 kg collides with Earth’s atmosphere approximately 10 times a year.”
Peter Capaldi, on the more-visible age difference between his Doctor and Jenna-Louise Coleman’s Clara. Sunday Telegraph Interview
Peter, let me (platonically or not) love you, love you, love you for this.
You have my undying gratitude, sir.
I feel like the story of Snape and Lily via this post needs a muggle twist so some people can get a true understanding of what that was like. And how you should never side with Snape ever and how he was not romantic and his devotion to Lilly was 5,000% icky.
Imagine you are black.
(I mean, I’m black so I don’t have to do much imagining. But if you are not black imagine you are black. Close your eyes real tight. Concentrate. Okay open them. Get ready for oppression.)
Now imagine that in maybe 5th grade you make friends with a white boy. He’s kind of shy, but you have things in common. No big deal. Whatever. Its like, the 80’s, being friends with someone of another race isn’t a huge fucking deal anymore. Especially in a big city, which is where you live. Whatever man, its 5th grade.
In your 5th grade class, there is another boy. Everyone has had this boy in their class at some point: Loud, brash, cocky, kind of really popular but in an annoying way, thinks he’s the class clown—or at least he’s good friends with the class clown. (But this is fifth grade, remember, so if you’re in high school and you have something forming in your mind, age that down to about 12 years old and yeah.) Annoying boy is white too. But hey, its America/England so, most people are white. Its not a big deal.
Annoying boy pretty much won’t leave you alone. Hair pulling, skirt flipping and the like. Its bothersome and you pretty much loathe him. Particularly because, by contrast with your sweet shy friend, annoying boy is rather beastly.
In about a year, shy boy starts getting really into reading stuff about nationalism and conservative politics. You don’t really pay much attention to it because this is 6th grade. Everyone’s going rapidly through interests and hobbies at this stage of their life. Shy boy is still nice to you and that’s all that matters really.
((whispers; please just….
just let me ship))
Oh my god its this again.
If I ever don’t reblog this assume chimpanzees stole my laptop
I need this as an alarm.
do u ever just try to like hold everything in because you don’t wanna burden people with your problems and don’t want them to feel sorry for you but at the same time when no one can see that you’re depressed you just wanna yell to the world that you’re upset