Three hypervodkas. Two glasses of red wine. One banana daqueri.

I probably should never drink that much again.

Also? Before passing out, I should think to turn my cell phone off so certain leather-clad Time Lords don't decide to call thirty minutes before dawn to remind me that I will be in complete and total misery when I wake up.

...I'm not. Not pregnant I mean.

I should be grateful, yeah? Wasn't the best time.

There’s something broken about her today ( Read more... )

All right. Fine. I understand that Time Lords can cheat death. I get regeneration. I've seen it.

And I understand that when time traveling you can see yourself. Been there, done that.

But we have (count them) one, two, three, four Doctors. Four. And I am soso very confused ( Read more... )

( I am NOT in love with the Doctor )

continued from here

She's laughing, her arm linked with Mickey's as she makes her way to her room, pausing every so often to check the number on the key. "This is it."

She lets his arm go to unlock the door and push it open and smiles. "Very nice."

Rose steps in, bringing the key with her and beckons Mickey in with a wave of the hand.