In the not too distant future, way down in Deep 13, Dr. Forrester and TV’s Frank were hatching an evil scheme.
They hired a temp by the name of Mike, just a regular Joe they didn’t like. Their experiment needed a good test case so they conked him on the noggin and they shot him into space.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Nothing seems to be going right.
I’m always available to talk, y’know… =/
You start to feel offended when you hear Mudblood in conversation.
I know, right!?
It drives me nuts when we’re talking about Wizarding politics and someone says “mudblood” when they mean “muggleborn” or “halfblood.” And I’m like… “WTF guys.”
Sarah Jane: Doctor, you’re being childish!
The Doctor: Well of course I am! There’s no point in being grown up if you can’t be childish sometimes.
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Me too, Doctor. Me too.
I’m not rebloggin’ because it’s Doctor Who, or because it’s David, or even because it’s Harry Potter.
I’m rebloggin’ because of Martha’s face. OMF! XD
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