"'I think it'd be nice,' Chris says to Billie, 'if you, at this point, do things. Rose flies the TARDIS now and he doesn't watch her, he just knows she can do it.' Billie grins. 'Yes, work round each other,' says James, seizing on Chris' suggestion. 'If you're co-pilots, that's great!'"
— DWM 355 (filming the opening to The Empty Child)
This is where I vomit my feelings/misadventures that are generally not socially acceptable to have in public.
I USE CAPS TO EXPRESS THE INTENSITY OF THESE FEELINGS. THEY USUALLY PERTAIN TO RAINBOWS, GLITTER, BOOKS, AWESOME WOMEN, BAMF SOCIAL JUSTICE, COOL SCIENCE SHIT, AND MEN WITH CHEEKBONES SHARP ENOUGH TO CUT A BITCH. OUCH, SO SHARP.