When Doctor Who first started up again in 2005, companions were people that kind of moved in with the Doctor and practically cut off their entire home life.
Now, companions are people that have to deal with the possibility that at any given moment, they can be having a quiet evening at home and this hyperactive dumbass will land a spaceship directly in their bedroom unannounced. Because boredom.
And personally I find it 500% better
this tag is fucking killing me because that’s it, that’s the entire plot of series 10
“Rose saw a photo of a man with a fantastic jaw, dressed in a tweed jacket and bow tie. Then Clive kept the sequence going; an older, angry man in a brown caretaker’s coat, holding a mop; a blonde woman in braces running away from a giant frog in front of Buckingham Palace; a tall, bald black woman wielding a flaming sword; a young girl or boy in a hi-tech wheelchair with what looked like a robot dog at their side…”
— Russell T Davies’ Rose novelisation, inventing two future Doctors and showing us one of Thirteen’s adventures (via doctornolonger)
This is one corner… of one country, in one continent, on one planet that’s a corner of a galaxy that’s a corner of a universe that is forever growing and shrinking and creating and destroying and never remaining the same for a single millisecond. And there is so much, so much to see.
Amber 