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Doctor Who Big Finish Sound Bytes - Omega - [47(II)/?]
"You believed me? You’re scared of me?… Oh, dear. I think I’ve worked out who killed Tarpov and Ertikus… It was me wasn’t it? Daland, how did you work it out?"
"I didn’t need to work it out! I’ve seen it, look here! Look, what you did! Look, there’s no retched Omega. Just you. Strangling the poor prof.
The cutest little Roman [1/2]
+ 4
Charlotte jogged down the street, looking back every few seconds. When she was sure that they weren’t following her any longer she slowed down. She still turned back to look every few seconds, meaning she wasn’t looking where she was going. This proved to be a terrible idea when she ran into someone. Catching him by the arm so they didn’t fall, she said, “I’m so sorry. I wasn’t watching where I was going."
"You're eyes are put on the front of your head for a reason." He said with a smile as The Doctor regained his balance. "Well, Who are you running from? ... Or what..." He trailed off.
Doctor Who Big Finish Sound Bytes - Living Legend - [46/?]
"Of course! July 11th, 1982, Italy beats West Germany 3-1 in the World Cup final!"
"Oh, that’s football, isn’t it? Oh, I thought something important had happened like Italian spacemen landing on the moon."
She opened her mouth as though she was going to respond, but with a small frown she shut it. Thinking her response over once more, she spoke. "What kind of Doctor /are/ you, if I may inquire?"
"The.—" He paused with a grin noticing the confused expression of the woman a cross from him get worse. “Not a, The. The Doctor."
"A Doctor?" she mused, one chin stroking thoughtfully at her chin, "You don't look like any Doctor I've ever seen!"
"I’ve never seen a Doctor quite like me either to be honest, no matter how many of me there are, there all quite different." The Doctor shot the woman a quick smile, knowing she’d have no clue as to what he was talking about.
My energy’s spent at last and my armor is destroyed,
I have used up all my weapons, and I’m helpless and bereaved,
Wounds are all I’m made of- did I hear you say that this is victory?
(original prompt here)
*Blink Blink*
"Not really. I’m alone out here. I’ll leave a note for my landlady along with the rent for the next month, but aside from that, I’m good for it.", Frobisher bundles up some money in a pre-addressed envelope and places in a mail slot by the door.
"That should do it."
"That's it? Alright then, If that's about it, I believe the TARDIS is over..." he kneeled down, bringing himself to Frobisher's eye level. He squinted at the sight of the sun in the distance as he pointed to the horizon. "... there... We have a bit of a walk a head of us, unless you have a better idea?"
Grace Holloway didn't cause the death of the Seventh Doctor
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
Grace Holloway didn’t cause the death of the Seventh Doctor.
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doctor who meme: five otps
↳ nine and donna noble [2/5]
*Blink Blink*
"I’m about to reach an extreme lull period in the bar business. I can spare a few weeks to have a couple months worth of adventures." Frobisher grins. “Just make sure that the TARDIS has a fresh stock of kipper, and the swimming pool is open, and I’ll be all set!"
"Pools open year round and I'm sure we could find some way of feeding you." He smiled before an idea popped into his head. "Wait, is there anything you need to get first? Anybody you need to tell where you're going, or that you're leaving?"
*Blink Blink*
"I haven’t had many cases, and not a lot of customers in the bar. I kind of want to travel again." Frobisher admits.
"You do?" The Doctor asked with glee. "Well... ask it happens, I'm sort of between traveling companions at the moment... Would you--" He paused and thought for a moment. "Would you like to.. I don't know, come with me?"