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For kilt-wearing time-traveling cling-loving Highlander Scotsmen only.
“The Doctor gazed at his reflection in the frosted-over bowl of water and then, with a resigned shrug, shattered the ice with his elbow. He rolled up his sleeves and splashed cold water over his face. There was no towel about and he stumbled over to the bed, water dripping into his eyes, until he found his frock coat. He wiped his face dry with it and then stumbled backward on to Jamie’s bed. The young Scot sat up with a cry and the Doctor flashed him an apologetic smile. ‘Sorry to wake you, Jamie.’ Jamie rubbed his eyes and stretched. ‘What time is it?’ ‘Sixteen forty-eight,’ said the Doctor cheekily. Jamie tutted and buried his head in the pillow.”

— Doctor Who: The Roundheads (via keatulie)

DOCTOR: Jamie, I’m being stared at. Is there something wrong with me?
JAMIE: You mean up here, Doctor?
DOCTOR: Is my hair in disarray?
JAMIE: Well, no more than usual.
DOCTOR: Do I look strange or bizarre?
JAMIE: Aye. Well maybe I’m just used to you.
DOCTOR: That’s some comfort.