Matt & Kaz
she was not the girl of his dreams. she’s one big, red-headed nightmare but she tastes too sweet to wake up just yet. he likes the feel of fire in her hair between his fingers and passion on her drifting skin. he hates the smell of cheap cigarettes on her lips and the taste of an entire life outside of him on her tongue, because she’s all of his. and she knows, oh, she knows she is. she breathes it in, like oxygen to a flame, and boy, does it make her hair glow redder on his pillows every night.he wished for a star and got a meteor. wished for air and got poison smoke. wished for a spark and got a forest fire underneath his ribs, just atop his left lung, and it burned, burned, burned all the way to his head. she’s gotten all the way in his head and his bones inhaled the smoke.she burns. but he’s always liked a little sting. he just never knows how to mend the burn when the fire’s gone and the twinge of the moment’s passed. maybe she’ll be kind, burn him away entirely before blazing off.no, she was never the kind type. and he loves her, cruel and red and all the way in his head.
karen/mattkaren gillan in the morning is tough.
"You look back, and it’s been two-and-a-half years, spending almost everyday with each other. We went mad in the end. You saw us. We were just insane. We developed a whole language, a whole world."
It was the most fun ever. No other job is like that. I mean, when you’re filming outside and it’s -9C and you’re eating ice cubes so nobody sees your breath, that’s pretty tough. But I’m Scottish, so I’m used to the weather.
Things were just ridiculous between takes. One of my favourite memories is of Matt Smith hiding in my trailer. He used to do that on a regular basis. I’d walk in, and he would jump out at me and scream absurdities and freak me out.