Thigh

Holster thing

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casanddeanalwayssex:

thedoctorslapels replied to your post: steph put the grammar away before you hurt…

i need to stop violating the rules i’m super obnoxious right now. okay. yes dont have a hernia or something

oh no i was talking about my grammar. i suddenly don;t know how it works so i really need to put it away.

baby no come here

i will coodle you

it will be ok

we will be ok

you will be ok

ok

look anderson cooper

ok?

“Yes, we get the message. Arthur, take Martin his coffee.”

(1.04 Douz)

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tennalicious:

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CHRIS HARDWICK: By the way, shirtless David Tennant, well done sir! Excellent shape, my friend! Excellent shape!
DAVID TENNANT: Well, please. Listen, come on! Also, Craig the director said, ‘don’t be going to the gym and getting any tans. I want scrawny, British, kind of gangly look.’ (x)

how many of you want to bet he worked out anyway?

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street-howitzer:

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sardonicus69:

Now that’s a profile.

CHEEKBONES

My brain screamed.

It sounded like “NNNNARF”.

[Image description: Christopher Eccleson dressed as the Ninth Doctor. He stands in shadow, staring off to his right.]

Oh.

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doctorbluebox:

sonic-wand:

They stepped out of the TARDIS, breathing in the odd stench of the air around them, nearly soaking with humidity. The Doctor took one look around, made a face, and turned back into the TARDIS. Amy frowned. “Doctor? Doctor, is something wrong?”

“Wrong? Wrong? Of course it is, everything’s wrong. It’s supposed to be 1993, but it doesn’t look like 1993 at all. Certainly doesn’t smell like 1993. Feels more like…late Jurassic Period. Been there once, nasty place.”

“Jurassic. You mean like…dinosaurs, yeah?” Amy took another tentative step forward. “Are we here to see dinosaurs? You could have just taken me to a museum you know.”

“No. We’re not here to see dinosaurs. We’re not staying. Something is off about this place and I don’t like it, not one bit. Now, come along, and we’ll see dinosaurs properly. Fossilized. And behind glass.” Amy rolled her eyes and took off away from the TARDIS. “Amy! Amy, you come back, we can’t stay here, we don’t—” The Doctor rounded a thicket of trees and stopped. Amy was poised on a hillside, looking out over the valley. The Doctor swallowed thickly. “Oh my.”

Before them, in great herds and taking thundering steps that shook the entire valley around them, were dinosaurs. Living, breathing, actual dinosaurs. 

“You did,” Amy said breathlessly. “You…you brought me to see dinosaurs.” The Doctor looked about uneasily. Something was wrong. It was very wrong. 

The TARDIS may have overshot by a decade or so sometimes, but she was never wrong about where they were. It was most definitely 1993. And they were most definitely looking at dinosaurs. Yes, there was something very wrong. The trouble was...who had made all this?

And more importantly, why?

Yesyesyes! OHMYGODYESSSS!

I want this.

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itssciencefriction:

gallifreyangato:

Cloudy with chances of Doctor

greatest thing I’ve seen all day

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you guise, guess what?

david tennant is still hot.