not a bad day



Unless there’s children crying.



Domestic problems.



Sometimes the boys need a day off.


John: You know how you two can go for hours without speaking and then you share a look that implies ‘all four of us know what’s going on’ and then you start mumbling nonsense to each other?
Sherlock: Yes?
Amy: Well, we really hate it.
The Doctor: What do you mean nonsense?


The story about the little girl who got caught in the spider’s web.


imthegirlwhowaited:

“Stop saying these ridiculous things! Time travel is impossible, I have looked into the notion and there is simply no way-”

“Sherlock,” she cut him off with one word, a wondrous smile had crept onto her face as she spoke. “I have fought vampires in Venice, I have ridden on the back of a Star Whale, I have been hit on by Vincent Van-Gogh, I have seen Daleks and Weeping Angels, and I was followed by a crack in time and space. I ran with the Doctor and no matter how much nonsense you say I know what is true.”

He looked back, glaring at her because there was no arguing with this impossible woman. She drove him crazy. And yet…

“You remind me of him,” she whispered, “You’re a lot like the Doctor, if only you’d just smile.”


“You go and face the big scary bad guys and I’ll come fetch you once you’re running for your lives. Yes. Good plan.”


Gloomy places…


“Did you see them?”
“Of course I saw them.”
“Saw what? Doctor, what is it?”
”Pirates!”


“So how was it again, consulting detectives?”


Poor Amy Pond. Someone should warn her to choose the people she spends her time with more wisely.


Ok boys, I have a feeling this is going to be a very big case.


psychologyoftheindividual:

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