thanks for waiting, Shady.
Once upon a time, there was a curious David Tennant. He decided to have some seemingly innocent fun and Google himself
The first searches came up fairly normal.
Then he came upon some of the beautiful Doctor Who edits and graphics of his lovely self.
He liked those.
Next he came upon some paparazzi photos.
A bit weird since he didn’t know they were being taken, but nothing too frightening.
And then come the manips
*I don’t recall being in that compromising position with Billie*
Then the fan art, particularly the ones of him and John Simm
*The Doctor and the Master…they…they shouldn’t be doing that*
Thinking that was as bad as it was going to get, he kept searching.
*Tumblr? What’s that? Apparently there’s quite a bit of me on here. Hmmmm….*
*life ruiner? little shit? jerk?*
*oh, wait. It seems to be a term of…endearment?*
Silly fan girls. Silly DT.
*OOOH! FAN FICTION! I loved writing Doctor Who fan fiction*
*Hardtie? Carvbox? How am I related to this?*
Once safely out of internetland, DT tried to sanitize his eyes.
*can’t. be. unseen.*
When asked about his experience in internetland, he said two words: