Adrift somewhere, with old traditions.

Merry Christmas!

Since I noticed a ton of you keeps reblogging this thing, which is way too old and low-res and it makes me feel a little awkward, I made another sketch. Thank you.  ಠ◡ಠ

“I believe… I believe I haven’t seen everything, I don’t know. It’s funny, isn’t it? The things you make up. The rules. If that thing had said it came from beyond the universe, I’d believe it, but before the universe? Impossible. Doesn’t fit my rule. Still, that’s why I keep travelling. To be proved wrong. ”

The tenth part of my DW fanart series - David Tennant as the tenth Doctor!

OKAY BUT DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN the companion who stayed with the Doctor the longest was a piper’s son named Jamie McCrimmon from 18th century Scotland who couldn’t read or write and had no idea what a radio or a toaster or an elevator was, much less a time-and-space-ship? And who probably mentally catalogued Daleks and Cybermen as “metal beasties” and “the other metal beasties”, and made fun of the Doctor for never, ever landing the TARDIS even remotely where he intended, but still called him a clever wee chappie and would follow this rumpled-looking little Englishman to the ends of the earth without hesitation?

And then remember how the Time Lords ripped the Doctor’s companions away from him and wiped their memories, and Jamie woke up in the middle of the Battle of Culloden with a redcoat shooting at him, and the Doctor was exiled on Earth with a broken TARDIS so he could never find them again?

And then remember that one time on the Scottish moors when Ten used the name Doctor McCrimmon.

I JUST HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS ABOUT JAMES ROBERT MCCRIMMON OKAY.

It’s like when you’re a kid. The first time they tell you that the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at 1,000 miles an hour and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at 67,000 miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go… that’s who I am.

9th part of my DW project.
Christopher Eccleston was my first Doctor - and even if I don’t count him as one of my favourites among the thirteen of them, he still has a special place in my heart(s). He is a sum-up of what every Doctor should be - able to making you burst out of laughter and then bring tears to your eyes from one minute to the other. He inspires me with powerful feelings everytime I watch one of his episodes and I only wish he’s had more screen time.