WHERE are they getting this stuff !!
Why am I laughing so hard
“It is the opinion of us and our lawyers that you are fucking morons.”
Hahaha, that’s so totally funny, oh wait, the Berne Convention.
(7/?) Doctor Who Set Photos
It’s all over.
He’s just mad because he can’t acquire all the apple juice that I’m acquiring. (x)
That man had laughed when she pressed her knife to his belly – laughed, and growled, “for a southron girl, there’s sure somethin’ of the wolf about you.”
“You’re completely mad, aren’t you?”
The man – the Doctor, he’d said, it’s a word from Essos, he’d said – shakes his head, less as an answer and more as a way to wring the dirty water from his hair and clothes. He looks like a drowned rat, soaked to the bone from their unplanned jaunt into the Blackwater, with his brown hair and incongruously fine clothes plastered close to his skin.
Of course, Rose rather doubts she looks much better – she has, after all, just finished dragging herself from the water, and her dress feels about three times heavier than normal, weighed down from their adventure’s unexpected watery end.
They took their time ambling back to the Doctor’s bedroom, and Rose nearly felt compelled to drop him off at his door with a little goodnight kiss until she remembered, stomach flipping, that she was expected to join him.
She opened the door to the bedroom, which was starting to feel quite homey and familiar over the last day or so, and he gave her a soft smile as he led her towards the bathroom by the crook of her arm. When they stepped into the tiled room, he unlinked their arms and walked over to the cabinet, flipping it open and peering at the assortment of hair care products and medicine bottles.
“Just let me grab it for you. Which one is it?”
“Oh, er.” He leaned in, squinting at the tiny print on several of the bottles. “The red one.”
She leaned over, pressing her side against his arm as she snatched the bottle from the medicine cabinet and opened the lid.
“I can touch it, right?”