Oh Peter 😏

And that’s when the blue guy shot a hole straight through my chest…

It was so big you could have shoved this bear through it!

Then I woke up like… How am I not dead!?!

What’s the catch?

Then I tasted the tea…

And wished I still had a hole in my chest.

translation of bill’s expression: dear old gods and the new, how, pray tell, could this mad man with a phone box get married but I’m still single?

Matt looks like the meanest bodyguard! 🤣

Question. If gems aren't made like humans are how the hell does Rose have reproductive organs in the first place?!?

Cinnamon is just delicious sawdust.

9:01 Deep Breath // 10:01 The Pilot

Clara meets Romana 2 please?

“Nice hat,” Clara said casually, plonking herself down in the only free seat in the courtyard of the library; one that just happened to be beside a blonde-haired woman with a straw boater perched on the back of her head at a jaunty angle. “Come here often?”

The blonde-haired woman looked over and seemed to do a double take. “What in Rassilon’s name are you doing here?” she hissed, looking scandalised by Clara’s mere presence. “The Great Library of Alexandria?! Are you mad?!”

“Are you?” Clara levelled, quirking an eyebrow in confusion. “Because I can assure you, I’m quite sane, but that hat? That hat is not sane.”

“It keeps the sun off,” the stranger said haughtily. “Why are you here?”

“To read the books. Not to cause trouble, if that’s what you were thinking.”

“Now, Doctor, I know-”

“Wait,” Clara frowned. “I’m not… no, you’ve got your wires crossed. I’m not the Doctor, I’m the Teacher.”

The stranger’s face passed through several expressions, before settling on polite embarrassment. “Ah,” she said meekly. “My apologies. I’m Romanadvoratrelundar.”

Are fedoras really that bad?

YES YES THEY ARE