Every episode of season 8

I tried to talk. I want you to remember that. I tried to reach out, I tried to understand you but I think that you understand us perfectly.And I think you just don’t care. And I don’t know whether you are here to invade, infiltrate or just replace us. I don’t suppose it really matters now. You are monsters. That is the role you seem determined to play. So it seems I must play mine. The man that stops the monsters. I’m sending you back to your own dimension. Who knows? Some of you may even survive the trip. And if you do, remember this – you are not welcome here. This plane is protected. I am the Doctor. And I name you The Boneless.

So, I had a dream last night that I was like a mini-Doctor and The Doctor was there but me, Amy and Rory were looking for The Doctor and then we bumped into an old guy in some freezer compartment and he had The Doctor’s sonic and pointed it at us and he was like “I’ve got a screwdriver!”. So I pulled out my mini sonic and pointed it at him and was like “I’ve got mine too” and then the guy flicked The Doctor’s sonic’s switch and nothing happened and he was like “I drained all it’s power” and then he threw it on the ground, I picked it up and then the guy turned into a giant Pitbull and started chasing after us. We ran on a bench and The Doctor was sitting on a chair there. I glanced at The Doctor’s sonic which was in my hand, along with mine and said “The Doctor’s not gonna like this” and then Amy looked at The Doctor as we were running and was like “And he’s drunk aswell. At a time like this!” Rory grabbed the drunk Doctor as we ran and we ran straight into the TARDIS. Then we ended up in some olden times city which was being taken over by scarecrow monsters and we lost the TARDIS so Amy and Rory split up to look for her while I went with The Doctor, who suddenly became sober during the whole space travel. As we entered some shopping centre, I was like “Come on, Sexy, where are you?!” and The Doctor was behind me, we were both running. We ran into a music shop and I asked the lady at the counter if she’d seen a blue police box and she was like “A blue police box?…Are you serious?” and The Doctor told her “Very much serious” and then I woke up.

anonymous asked:

I just love the Classic/Big Finish Doctors. I love that there are so many pictures of them together. I love that they seem to really get along and just hang out. It's such a wonderful thing to see. They're my babies... *getting emotional just thinking about them*

Literally me re: all the Classic and BF Doctors, anytime they record new material, or appear together in public, or do other important things like breathing

Next installment for anyone who wants it!

Oh for goodness sakes! I am making these patterns simple for you and yet you still bugger them up!” he snapped, waving the ruined pleated skirt in the face of his employee Mary Lindsey. His eyebrows were slightly furrowed and he threw the ruined material on the desk before the woman who was starting to well up. “Why on earth do I keep you all! I’d be better off with some lazy and utterly incompetent child! They seem to have more creativity and patience with hand painting than you have with a damned needle and thread!”

His phone began to buzz in his chest pocket and he growled. He certainly wasn’t in the mood for someone trying to flog a young person to him. His studio was again silent as his people worked and poor Mary gathered her wits and began to fix up her mistakes. He stormed off into the back room and looked at the number.

Oh really? You again?”

He took a deep breath, before answering with a tight smile on his lips and a rather strained voice.

Hello again Miss Rowlett.”

Mr Smith, I am sorry to bother you again. Really I know you don’t obviously want Miss Oswald-”

I don’t want anyone…”

But she is being rather unmoving.”

He bit back a groan, closing his eyes tightly as he tilted his head back. His free hand rested on his arm, his fingers digging in through his shirt to his skin. He didn’t care! Actually that was a little bit heartless of him because by the sounds of the girl she was a nightmare with a needle and thread and yes maybe she did need a push in the right direction… he scratched at his arm lowering his head again, his eyes still closed tightly.

Look I don’t have time for this okay? You phoned me less than an hour ago-”

He turned as the door opened slightly and Mary’s head popped round. Lord give me strength… he thought as he started to feel the pain in his cheeks from smiling so much. She waved the skirt she’d attempted to correct and he waved her in, listening to the woman babbling away about how the kid wouldn’t go somewhere else, that she looked up to him as a designer and always appeared in at least one piece of clothing created by him. He grabbed the skirt, resting the phone on his shoulder so his other hand was free.

He smoothed the fabric with his thumbs and bit back a groan. She’d fixed the patterns on the material but there were now gaps in the stitching on the hem. No stitch should be missed.

Miss Rowlett could you, ah give me a couple of minutes?”

He didn’t wait for the answer, slamming the phone on the desk and turning to Mary who looked like a kicked puppy. Her green eyes wide, blonde hair poking out of the once neat bun on her head and her lip trembling. Oh brilliant… more crying.


She stood waiting patiently for Mr Smith feeling rather put out. Why one of her students looked up to him she would never quite understand. Yes his eye for detail was rather on point but his attitude towards people was absolutely awful. She flinched slightly every now and then when he seemed to near the phone with his voice raised. She looked though the windows of her classroom door, spotting her ever eager student Clara Oswald. She was a lovely girl and she had all of the right ideas, but really her ability to create a good piece of presentable clothing was a lot to be desired. Of course saying that she knew what colours to wear with what and what shoes would go with her current look.

Sorry about that, just a little bit of a stitching problem.”

She smiled a tight smile and ran her fingers through her dark wavy hair. It sounded a little bit more like the poor person had blown up his studio rather than a stitching problem. She laughed a little more harshly than anticipated.

Ah yes well we were again talking about Miss Oswald. I really am sorry but-”

Oh no please do send her along… I’m sure she has more creativity and patience than this lot I have here…”