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After watching the series finale of Who, I'm mildly blah and yet all yay. So much happened and yet... Yeah. Didn't.

My head is now spinning with weird pron!bunnies and do forgive me if I scribble down some indulgence crap just to give my fav time agent/poster boy/total manhor a happy... er... a happy ending!

Bunny: blah blah blah and then the Doctor and Jack had accidental buttsex in the Hub/the Tardis/the alley/wherever. Bonus if the Torchwood gang is watching. Extra bonus if I manage to put Martha there as well.

/insane

Also, there is now love for John Simm, because him all serious and gasping and moaning and cuddling David Tennant is so much better than the maniacal glee and clowning around. Then again I wonder if it had been so meep if I hadn't been expecting the mania again... So...

Days and days and days till the Christmas Special. I'll miss my weekly squee. To make myself feel better, shall buy an extra Dalek during my London trip! Maybe an extra Jack action figure as well. :D