Alyssa. Assertion in pumps, doing a victory ball-change.
In my zombie apocalypse survival bag: my trusty sonic screwdriver, my Browncoat, my 'Mutant and Proud' badge, my Ancient Nord Battle Axe of Frost, snacks for my Direwolf, and my PhD in Horribleness. I've got shit to Avenge.
"Laughter. Running. Let down hair. That is all there is to life."
MY FICTION WRITING PROFESSOR RUINED MY 4.0
WHICH IS BULLSHIT
BECAUSE I’M OBVIOUSLY IN THE TOP 3 WRITERS IN THAT CLASS
I EXCEEDED THE FUCKING PAGE COUNT
I DIDN’T GO OVER THE ALLOTTED ABSENCES
AND I WAS /ALWAYS/ ON TIME
so nobody’s gonna fess up to getting boobie boners, huh
you’re all hanging me out to dry
BUT I KNOW
AND YOU KNOW
WE ALL KNOW
RANDOM BOOBIE BONERS ARE A THING
“What I did was in the name of peace and sanity.”
“I know. But not in the name of the Doctor.”
Guys. It’s not 12. It’s 8.5. 11 knows who this is. It’s gotta be the Doctor who ended the time war. The disowned Doctor because he committed the acts that scarred 9 and 10 so deeply.
Also. John Hurt + Matt Smith = John Smith.
^ THIS IS WHAT IM SAYIN.
I KNO DIS.