Smoking cures weight problems. Eventually.

[darkeyedwolf]

I know I'm spamming my poor uninterested flist with Who, but I do believe I've found life's true meaning and it's all in David Tennant's kilt. *__* I'll go back to JE soon, promise. Just indulge me when it comes to the sexy Scot in bum-fitting suits and waistcoats.

Have you ever farted in the TARDIS, David?

Do you fancy Billie Piper, sir? (This more than anything has convinced me Donna will be worth watching.)

David: How was I supposed to entertain the crowd at a gay pride parade?
Alan: A glory hole in the TARDIS? (dlkjsflkdjsff)

Also in the above: David, tied to a bed in his underwear and black socks.

And here's a fan permitted to ruffle his hair, except it's less ruffling and more THOROUGH AND ENTHUSIASTIC MOLESTATION. A woman after my own heart!

And here is something so beautiful it has to be seen to be believed: DAVID BEING READ DOCTOR WHO PORN (5:37). His face. His face. "Captain Jack lunged forward with the power and strength that the Doctor had always so admired, and took him in his manly arms -- " "Actually, I think that's John Barrowman's blog." ;SLFKJDFDF.

ETA: On playing Casanova. "Hello, my name is David and I'm taking you from behind." YOU'RE A POET, TENNANT.

There is also fic where Torchwood meets... well.

"Are you telling me," Gwen said, "That we have an alien LOLcat?"

"Makes sense," Owen repeated.

"In what universe does this make sense?"

"Ours," Jack replied.

I think I've pegged why I'm enjoying this fandom so much. Rampant gay, crossdressing, unashamed nudity, sexy accents, casual conversations about genitalia, wholly inappropriate but encouraged fan questions -- it's JE, only with time travel.