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i have seen the eleventh hour and will have spoilery thoughts to convey about that at some point. in the meantime i shall convey completely nonspoilery appreciation of the sexiness of the TARDIS and the obvious truth of the true love of a mad man and his box time machine. you might ask the serious and pressing question, "HOW DOES DOCTOR AND TARDIS MAKE LOVE?" so here is the true answer:
the doctor and the TARDIS make love with their brains. the TARDIS is satisified with esoteric telepathic contact, but she knows the doctor is organic and pseudo-mammalian so she tolerates him licking her and such sometimes.
he knows she likes it when he repairs her and tunes her up, which is why he does it ALL THE TIME. that is like cuddling for them.
sometimes the doctor writes poems about their love but let's be honest, he's not much of a writer, so they're usually a bit shit.
Sometimes I wish you had hands
So I could hold your hand
As we run about the universe
Together
Sometimes he writes really dirty ones that are full of puns on being "inside" her, but it's hard to be original with those after hundreds of years. he went through most of the good stuff when he was the third doctor, and a good deal of the "venusian lullabies" that he used to sing as he was working on her were actually filthy, filthy pornography. for given definitions of filthy -- keep in mind that time lords find advanced mathematics to be very sexual. imprecise maths are thus very kinky, which is why the doctor secretly enjoys it when he messes up his coordinates and the TARDIS ends up somewhere completely unplanned.
the doctor and the TARDIS make love with their brains. the TARDIS is satisified with esoteric telepathic contact, but she knows the doctor is organic and pseudo-mammalian so she tolerates him licking her and such sometimes.
he knows she likes it when he repairs her and tunes her up, which is why he does it ALL THE TIME. that is like cuddling for them.
sometimes the doctor writes poems about their love but let's be honest, he's not much of a writer, so they're usually a bit shit.
Sometimes I wish you had hands
So I could hold your hand
As we run about the universe
Together
Sometimes he writes really dirty ones that are full of puns on being "inside" her, but it's hard to be original with those after hundreds of years. he went through most of the good stuff when he was the third doctor, and a good deal of the "venusian lullabies" that he used to sing as he was working on her were actually filthy, filthy pornography. for given definitions of filthy -- keep in mind that time lords find advanced mathematics to be very sexual. imprecise maths are thus very kinky, which is why the doctor secretly enjoys it when he messes up his coordinates and the TARDIS ends up somewhere completely unplanned.
