Imagine the Doctor finding out you’d been getting hassled everyday by a group of guys on your daily walk home. They mostly just cat call you and whistle and stuff, but the Doctor gets adorably pissed. After chasing them off, the Doctor grumbles to himself until you make it back to the TARDIS.
“The little… Daleks!”
“Oh they’re on the same level as Daleks now, are they?”
“Of course! No one gets to mess with you except me.”
This is britishboyswithafringe’s 700 follower follow forever. <3 I love all of you so much and I never though anyone would follow my silly little blog where I obsess over 2 giant dorks but you did. thank you so so much. I know I’ll forget a lot of people but just know that I love you a lot. these are my favourite blogs that I follow. okay I’d better get on with it.
“Hiya, the little girl in the dalek outfit is my niece, she’s autistic and was finding it difficult coming to terms with the regeneration as Matts doctor is her imaginary friend, she was worried PCap wouldn’t want to play with her. We are very ecstatic that he took time to reassure her. He’s brilliant!”
I've gotten bloody razors. Well, there was certainly red stuff on them. That was not the greatest but maybe the strangest. We get little dolls that look a lot like us sometimes that are real freaky looking. I had one that had buttons for eyes and it's real hilarious.
I don't get much weird stuff: I get Doctor Who stuff and Star Wars stuff which is all cool. I got a little Dalek thing that they must have knitted. It was pretty awesome and pretty cute. We got Lego Jedi versions of us. Pretty cool.