doctorwho:

Doctor Who Quote

Cyberman: “Daleks, be warned. You have declared war upon the Cybermen.”
Dalek Sec: “This is not war, this is pest control!”
Cyberman: “We have five million Cybermen. How many are you?”
Dalek Sec: “Four.”
Cyberman: “You would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek?”
Dalek Sec: “We would destroy the Cybermen with one Dalek! You are superior in only one respect!”
Cyberman: “What is that?”
Dalek Sec: “You are better at dying!” 

#Always hilarious #Trash talking Daleks and Cybermen #You’re doing it right

herrissyvoo-ofbakerst:

Fury from the Deep, episodes 1-3.

The Only Help Available Isn’t Much Help At All 

deanwinchesterinthetardis:

just-an-ancient-amateur:

The Timelord thought of asking after the story of Rory and the crawl space but decided that would have to be for another time as the car suddenly swerved, pressing the Doctor up against the door the Impala until Dean corrected the car. This was almost worst then the TARDIS what with the small space and Dean’s slightly reckless driving. He would probably have door-handle shaped bruises in his side by the time they reached their destination.

“I’d like it better if there was nothing to protect them from.” the Doctor replied as the hunter began tapping out some tune he didn’t know on the steering wheel.

He found himself frowning as Dean described the case in more detail—there were to many aliens in the universe that would snack up children from their beds for comfort. And coupled with the surely equally large number of supernatural creatures who would be willing to do such a thing, well…their suspect list was looming large already.

“I’ve always thought American’s weren’t partial to boarding schools, least of all in the middle of California.” the Doctor said, a glance out the window affirming his thoughts that picturing any kind of proper boarding school all the way out here was harder then it looked.

“I’d like it better things were like that too, but that’s not the case, so we gotta help them.” Dean stated matter-of-factly, yawning when the song on the radio buzzed with an annoy Radio DJ’s voice before smoothly transitioning to Iron Man by Black Sabbath. He did his best not to sing along, as perhaps, because he could already picture the Doctor’s look of distaste of delight. Sometimes he could not read that man.

“Eh. Their usually for rich kids, and there’s some religious places like this one. It’s Catholic, and I guess that’d make sense because we’re real close to L.A. It’s weird though. ‘Cuz we’re not that far away, but we’re in the boondocks. Who’d want to send their kids all the way out here?” Dean had made a fair point. Redwood, cedar, and pine trees towered over the poorly maintained road like monstrous creatures. Vegetation clung thickly on either side of them, and even the occasional briar brush stretched out in the road as though threatening to capture an oncoming cars.

This was a scene that belonged in a wicked children’s tale, not in real life. “You sure you can handle this?” Dean asked after some time, and wondered whether he should have brought Sam along. It was not that he did not have faith in Doctor’s abilities, it was quite the contrary, but he would have felt better knowing he had a more experienced hunter on hand. After all, he was starting to get a very bad feeling about this case…

“Maybe mums and dads who thought all this wilderness would do them some good. Isn’t that popular now? Sending the ‘problem children’ out into the wilderness so they come back changed?” the Doctor asked, his expression speaking volumes of his disapproval for the practice.

The Doctor looked out of the windows as the trees zoomed past, the vegetation so thick it was difficult to see far back into the woods. Dean might think of it as a problem, cutting down on visibility on a hunt, but to the Doctor it was an asset. After all, it wasn’t just always the wind whispering through the trees. He turned to look over at the hunter when he posed the question of his handling this. The Timelord paused to actually consider it for a moment. He knew he’d likely ‘handled’ worse things in his 900 years but even the Doctor knew a hunt was different. Much more violent then he was used to more then likely. 

“I won’t let you or any more of those kids get hurt, if that’s what you mean. Just because i don’t like guns doesn’t mean i can’t fire one and i know how to keep my head in a pinch.” the Doctor assured the hunter as best he could, smiling slightly at his next words, “Besides, i’m a very quick study.”

It was only a few minutes after that that the ‘boarding school’ came into view. It was more of a glorified old manor home in the middle of the woods then any new and special school, with a long dirt driveway that no one had bothered to pave leading up to it. The Timelord supposed it was the type of place that would give a human ‘the creeps’ and the type of place no child would want to willingly stay because of it.

((hey everyone! I’ve been super busy as it’s the first week of classes but i’m back in action now!)) 

destructo-bot:

Ian & Barbara stumble upon the TARDIS for the first time.

lizstiel:

Cas: Doctor, we can’t. They think we’re dead.
Doctor: Oh come on! A Christmas Miracle, just like old times! You and me!
Cas: What makes you think we’d be good presents? Now isn’t the time.
Doctor: I happen to have it on good authority that you’re on the tippy-top of a certain Winchester brother’s list. I peeked, couldn’t resist. If we leave now we could be home in time for dinner.
Cas: Home…
Doctor: Yes Castiel. Home. That’s what it’s always been. No one should be alone on Christmas.