My writing has improved since my first Doctor Who phase, and I still love Eleven so much it hurts. That said, this is when I’ll finally write the Doctor/OC fic my 14-year-old self dreamed of doing, and this is the account dedicated to the novel experience of seeing Matt Smith dancing around the TARDIS console, laughing and quipping and shouting, and falling in love with it all.

Here’s to the past loves, kiddos!

Never let those die.