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I got a haircut today--just trimmed off the damage from not getting on for a year and a half, and when I looked in the mirror and realized I had committed to this look, I also realized... I'm regenerating. High school weirdly-dressed kid with crazy long hair was my One, then there was the college version that wore big decorations on her head with that shaggy cut, and now I'm going to be Three. Adult me, whose hair keeps changing color (within the range of possibly natural colors, unfortunately) and keeps getting longer. I'm going to have new companions soon and the interior of the TARDIS will look all different.
Yeah. Regenerating. But I'd like to keep the same showrunner that Two had, thanks.
(Thanks for being so patient with me during my meltdowns and for being supportive, guys.)
Yeah. Regenerating. But I'd like to keep the same showrunner that Two had, thanks.
(Thanks for being so patient with me during my meltdowns and for being supportive, guys.)