"It's the red beards," he says, concentrating. "It helps me aim."
Your Master. Oh, your Master. He gets me every time. It was like, 3a.m. when I read this, and I didn't censor myself a bit when I laughed uproariously over this.
And the Doctor and Rose and broken umbrellas and toasty rain and Rose being glowy and wondering and loving traveling with the Doctor SO MUCH, and the Doctor being completely and totally butt crazy in love with Rose and oh, I could just go on and on.
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Date: Thursday, May 15th, 2008 05:29 pm (UTC)Your Master. Oh, your Master. He gets me every time. It was like, 3a.m. when I read this, and I didn't censor myself a bit when I laughed uproariously over this.
And the Doctor and Rose and broken umbrellas and toasty rain and Rose being glowy and wondering and loving traveling with the Doctor SO MUCH, and the Doctor being completely and totally butt crazy in love with Rose and oh, I could just go on and on.