I thought I would always love Ten best…but I still haven’t forgiven him for what he did to Donna, and it’s ruined a lot of my love for him? It’s entirely possible that a huge part of my love for Eleven is stanning the hell out of Matt Smith and his ridiculously physical performance. I also love how he’s totally baffled by things—kissing! Soccer!—and yet a total genius. I also love how he seems to be genuinely delighted by just about everyone. Also, the contrast between his personality—very much an old man—and his body—that of a young man. Plus: fezzes! Bowties! River Song! Love all arooooound!