the BBC is having way too much fun
"Ah, they’re not bad, as far as eyes go." Clara laughed lightly before nodding. "Yes, you have very nice eyes." She looked back at the baby, nodding again. "Rory #1 must’ve been a pretty great guy, then. Who was his mother, by the way? Do I know her?”
"He was a hero, Rory was. Loved his wife so much that he waited 2,000 years for her." He sighs, sitting down. "I imagine you have, at some point or another. Her name was River, and we hadn’t meant…" He looks at Rory, so tiny and innocent. "She’s dead now."
“I dunno — what do you think, Doctor?”
She can’t help it — she’s fuming. And to be perfectly honest, she thinks she has every right to be. The early morning doesn’t help brighten her mood, either.
She crosses her arms. “Remember the Atraxi? Remember how ya took off after saving my town? —Yeah, it’s been three years since then.”
"Oh, Amelia, I’m so sorry…" He had just wanted to pop off really quickly, break in the new TARDIS, before he hit his head, of course. That’s another thing he should remember about his new body- bad timing.
"Three years?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. He was already screwing things up. "I want to make it up to you, I’m so sorry.”
HANNAH MURRAY AND MATT SMITH WERE IN A MOVIE TOGETHER
HOW AM I ONLY JUST LEARNING THIS NOW
Her eyes widen. It’s not… him, is it? And why is he speaking to her like he doesn’t recognise her? Is it some space-time defect or something?
God knows he’s been caught in that one too many times.
“Yeah,” she answers him, trying to hide the mask of hurt she feels, but also watching him intently to gauge if he recognises her. “You were. Honestly, work on your timing, raggedy man.”
(If that doesn’t get him, she doesn’t know what will.)
"Amy!" His right hand slaps his face in his forgetfulness. "Sorry, TARDIS was acting funny and I hit my head. Lots of things still spinning around."
He looked around, Amy certainly wasn’t at her childhood home. Dear god, how long had it been?
"How long has it been? Has it been more than a year?"
"Oh, it’s not so bad, chin boy." Clara teased, nudging him with her elbow. "If he’s lucky he’ll grow up to have your eyes." In her opinion, the baby really did look like The Doctor; it was almost uncanny. "Hm. Nice name, Rory."
"You’re the first to say so." He chuckled, running a hand through his hair. "You think I have nice eyes?" He raised his eyebrows in question, smiling. "Yeah. A friend of mine…it was his name. Rory #2’s mother and I decided to name him in honor of Rory #1."
can we call unpopular/unknown ships submarines
spread this like a virus that you can’t stop in anyway at all
PRAISE HEAVEN FOR YOU BLESS YOUR BEAUTIFUL SOULD YOU ARE THE BEST PERSON ON EARTH THANK
MAKE IT HAPPEN. NOW.f
Clara takes the baby from him, balancing him carefully in her arms. “He is cute, isn’t he.” She couldn’t help herself from letting a grin spread across her face.
"What’s his name?"
The Doctor watches her with the baby, smiling. He already knew she was good with children, so she was one of the few people he trusted with him. “He is. Let’s hope he doesn’t grow up to have my chin.” He laughed.
"His name is Rory."