a new Doctor’s companion
GAHHHHHHHH SCREAMING ACTUALLY SCREAMING AND IMAGINING ALL THE POSSIBILITIES PLEASE SOMEONE WRITE THIS
THE EYEBROW RAISE AND NOD IN THE LAST GIF
I CAN’T HANDLE THIS
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The Doctor looked at Gabe, completely stunned. Should he be happy to see him? Relieved that he stopped the daleks? Confused about how he destroyed the daleks? Or angry that he had left?
“What did I tell you about wandering off?” he demanded, mentally and physically strained from trying to hold off his most dangerous foes on his own.
“Dude, would you relax?” Gabriel sauntered over to the exhausted Time Lord. He took the jammy dodger out of the Doctor’s hand, and shoved it in his mouth before the Doctor could protest. “It would take a lot more than the combined powers of a whisk, a plunger, and an overgrown, PMS-ing trash can to take me down.”
“But how did you…” the Doctor’s mind was reeling. He was trying to process what just happened, and failing to make sense of it all. Here was this unassuming little man, whom the Doctor thought was very much an ordinary human being, and he blew up the daleks with a simple hand gesture.
“Who are you?” the Doctor asked, although, he probably should be asking him what he is.
Gabe’s mouth crooked into a smirk as he swallowed the remains of the Doctor’s cookie. “Ya know, Doc, I would’ve thought that being the big, impressive, ‘I’m-a-Time-Lord-and-I-know-everything-about-anything’ type person that you are, I thought you’d be able to figure that out by now.”
The Doctor frowned, and fought back the urge to argue that he wasn’t a know-it-all.
“I’ll give you a second to figure it out.” Gabe put his hands behind his back, and started humming the tune from Jeopardy.
Immediately, the Doctor started going through every alien race he has faced. He ruled out anything that couldn’t appear human, like the Sontarans, Silurians, or an Ood, and it was obvious that he wasn’t a dalek or cyberman. He couldn’t be from Raxicoricofallapatorius because as far as he could remember, Gabe hadn’t been overly gassy, and taking a quick once over of what Gabe was wearing, it was unlikely that he was using a perception filter to feign his human-like appearance. He couldn’t be part of the family that hunted him down in his previous regeneration, as he made sure they had no chance of escape. He wasn’t made of stone, so he couldn’t be a Weeping…
The Doctor looked at the man in awe.”Oh.”
Gabe cocked an eyebrow.
“Ding ding ding, we have a winner!”
A grin spread over the Doctor’s face as if he were a child that just received a new toy. He had to stop himself from poking at Gabe and trying to figure out what he was doing so far away from home.
“This is so cool!” the Doctor exclaimed, clapping his hands together in excitement.
“You know what’s not cool?” Gabriel said before promptly answering his own question. “Bow ties. You dress like those damn hipster kids who think crucifixes are a cute fashion trend.”
The Doctor ignored Gabriel’s comment on his beloved bow tie. “1200 years of time and space, and I’ve never met one of you before,” the Doctor said. “Whenever I come across an angel, they’re usually after my ship.”
“Ah, speaking of the TARDIS, where is the old broad?” Gabriel asked, as he began to make his way out of the building.
The Doctor hurried after him. “Oi! Don’t say that about her. If she hears you, she’ll get upset! She’s not just a box, you know. She’s alive.”
“That’s fascinating, Doc. Really, it is,” Gabriel replied, his response thick with sarcasm.
“I mean it!” the Doctor said, trying to defend his precious ship as they walked out into the street. “If she doesn’t like you, she can trap you in a labyrinth inside her.”
The TARDIS wasn’t too far away from the building, and Gabriel found it easily. He gave the blue box a once over and walked around it before giving the Doctor an unimpressed look. “Really, Doc? This is the TARDIS? It seems kind of small.”
“She’s not an it, she’s a she,” the Doctor said defensively.
Gabriel chuckled. “You’ve got some strange taste in women, my friend.”
The Doctor tried not to blush, and kept talking. “And she’s more impressive than you think. She’s bigger on the inside.”
Gabriel shot the Doctor a cocky grin. “She’s not the only thing that’s bigger on the inside.” And with that, Gabriel opened the door of the TARDIS and disappeared inside.
The Doctor hesitated to follow him, trying to fathom what he just got himself into.
“Traveling through time and space with Gabriel, the angel.” He took a moment to ponder the pros and cons of his newly acquired companion.
Before long, he shrugged his shoulders.
i hate when a teacher is genuinely funny and i’m the only one in the entire classroom that laughs at their jokes since everybody i go to school with are distasteful heathens
remember that time in high school musical 2 when Troy got all jealous because Gabriella started hanging out with Ryan and he thought Ryan was moving in on her
and it was like
yeah if Troy had just taken a look at what was actually going on
he would have seen
who Ryan was actually interested in
THEY ARE WEARING EACH OTHER’S CLOTHES
handjobs are fuckin lame i can do that myself
you can scratch your own damn back but that doesnt mean it feels the same yo
i honestly tried to think of a witty response but i cannot damn that is a very valid point
this is the most civil ending to an argument i have ever witnessed on the internet
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.
it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE
WILF GOOD SIR YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY FAVOURITE
it took me a second and then
the whole yahoo/tumblr thing is rly just like when a single dad marries a new woman and the kids get rebellious and are like “YOU’RE NOT MY REAL MOM”
Well, I’m an aspiring/struggling writer, and that concept seems interesting to me. It may not fit in my current project, but I’ll definitely get on writing some badass, blood thirsty female villain.