HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUSBAND DAVID, I LOVE YOUR FACE AND EVERYTHING YOU CHOOSE TO BE.
(Source: wholove, via how-ood)
Well, you owe me for scaring me in the dorms, so apparently we’ll be having a meeting in your office~
By TARDIS, of course? I do need a bit of a lift myself, I’m not in my office now.
(Source: kirstie-mitchell, via kirstie-mitchell)
You aren’t a Time Lord, because I am. There can’t be two, that’d be utterly impossible, I’m afraid. You’re my companion, that’s how I know.
…Right, excellent! Now where to, Doctor~
(Source: kirstie-mitchell, via kirstie-mitchell)
Are you a Time Lord? We could be Time Lords together~
Me, a Time Lord? No. Absolutely not. There’s no way I can be— Though you, you… uh, seem sure that you are one. Can I ask why?
(Source: kirstie-mitchell, via kirstie-mitchell)
I feel like a Time Lord.
(Source: kirstie-mitchell)
But, why the girls’ side? You probably gave everyone else a bit of a fright. I know you did to me when you whizzed by me. You’re a fast runner.
Uh, yeah. It’s Kirstie Mitchell. We know each other…
Was it? You don’t think they minded, do you? Maybe I’d better give it another go and encourage the men of our school to join in. Though perhaps not, if I’d scare them. I hope I hadn’t frightened you too much! But feel free to pass by my office if it was bad, and we’ll arrange something to make up for my scaring.
Harry Potter Kirstie? Sorry, it’s just—you look different from when I last saw you.
(Source: kirstie-mitchell, via kirstie-mitchell)
That was you? You’re an excellent singer, Spanish suits you well~
Music to my ears~ Spanish is as beautiful as it is energetic! I trust you know me very well, then?
(Source: kirstie-mitchell, via kirstie-mitchell)
And there was a man running through the girls’ side of the dorms. Singing in Spanish.
Ah, but Spanish is such an energetic language, don’t you think?
(Source: kirstie-mitchell)
Well, that would be entirely awkward, wouldn’t it? Imagine if they heard that you were going to make a pie out of mangoes. They’d be horrified, probably hide from you for days. That’d be terrible. Do you like bananas? Those are good, I like melons, too.
And then it wouldn’t be a good pie at all, it’d be a meat pie. My life would become a reenactment of Sweeney Todd, which would be brilliant, but not very good since I work around loads of people.
Bananas are fantastic! Oh, do you now? Any particular melon tickle your fancy?
I love mangoes, but I don’t think I’d be able to name my child after them. But, to each it’s own, I guess.
Neither would I—I would hate to think a child of mine accidentally mishearing that I’d like to eat him or her. Far better name than Apple though, I’d like to think. Not a big fan of apples, me.
