"You’ve lost the baby face," River observes, though her voice is quiet and the normal teasing is gone, her eyes looking away from him. Somewhere just south of his breastbone twists, because this is the first time she hasn’t recognized him first and for some reason that aches more than the entire regeneration had.
"It’s still me, River," he says, reaching for her as his glasses slip down his nose- he’s still not used to needing them, the heavy lenses uneven on his less-angular face. “I’m still me."
Inviting a new companion to join him
"Oh my god, Doctor, where are we?"
Looking for the TARDIS after losing it on an alien planet
Fighting a Dalek
Accidentally creating a paradox that is about to rip a hole in the fabric of Space and Time
I have a good feeling about the new Doctor, ladies and gentlemen
This blog is 100% satisfied with the 12th Doctor’s casting