Solo aquí, un poco más allá podéis hacerlo.
Everybody knows that everybody dies and nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever for one moment, accepts it. Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair, and the Doctor comes to call… everybody lives.
Doctor Who 50th anniversary party!! Every good party has fezzes, bananas, and jelly babies… in fact, it’s not quite a party without them.
Now THAT is a party!
LOOK AT MY KENZIENOODLE. SHE IS UTTERLY BRILLIANT. SHE’S GOING TO GO SO FAR!