cyruspotnoodle:

decemdoctorten:

cyruspotnoodle:

mostly10:

dunderklumpen:

dear kind sir, sometimes I just //need// to punch your face

hard

to kick it or to lick it. that is the question.

And then Cate takes a bat to his face. Out of rage, not love.

…You lot make me think that I should perhaps run for my TARDIS.

…

You’re just lucky I wasn’t there, good sir. I would have convinced Rose to knock you out with her ice gun and hop on that horse herself, save Reinette because it didn’t really require all that much finesse and then let you come pick her up in the TARDIS… you know, the logical approach.

(Source: dunderklumpen)