no #no no no #this bothered me so much #because vastra only knew eleven #Alistair knew multiple doctors and experienced his regeneration #why is vastra all of a sudden the expert in all things doctor #guh
Dream tardis team
OOOO good one…let’s start with
and of course that means we need
add a dash of
and finish off with the most important
bonus guest staring
All those polls that rank amazing female companions below a robot dog or a giant potato and I’m like
A Thorn in His Side
fobbed!Twelve, Rose Tyler
Malcolm Tucker fights with himself.
Not actually smutty, but not exactly innocent either. Nothing with Malcolm is. Take that as you will.
That, in itself, isn’t new.
The cause of his irritation, on the other hand, is unprecedented and, frankly, baffling.
He glares at the offending item laying insolently on his desk, and runs his hands down his face. It’s stupid, all of it. Fucking ridiculous. He’s Malcolm fucking Tucker, he’s important, he hasn’t got time for this horse shit.
“Mister Tucker?” Rose asks, ducking her head into his office, and he scoops the thing out of sight hurriedly.
“What, what is it?” he snaps.
“Treasury’s waiting for the draft of that memo,” she said calmly, arching an eyebrow. “And Ollie’s asking to speak to you. Again.”
“Oh for Christ’s sake! Tell him I went to Majorca.”
“You were on television this morning.”
“Then tell him I fucking died, I don’t care,” he growls as he shuffles through the papers on his desk to find the memo. “Tell him, if he wants to talk to me, to get out a fucking Ouija board, cause he’ll have better luck with that.”
Oh MARI that’s so mean! But if I have to pick a least favorite
she’s deserved better
Favorite Planet - Krop Tor
How could I resist a planet that defies the laws of physics?