stopitsgingertime: “Who wants fish and chips?” # crying omg # you a
stopitsgingertime:“Who wants fish and chips?” # crying omg # you are so beautiful to me # domestic space bliss # wednesday night is movie night and they always argue over what to watch because amy only wants to watch things with formation dancing and/or explosions and rory likes the classics and charlie chaplin and buster keaton because he was such a film stan back when he was plastic and they were first being invented and he even met chaplin once and he was a nice bloke but the doctor wants to introduce them to crazy alien films because hush amy shut up rory these are good movies just because the whole cast is oods doesn’t mean the acting is ‘toneless’ who made you a film critic anyway fine you know what fine you two watch whatever you want i’m going to bed and then the doctor goes and pouts in the control room until rory brings him a plate of jammy dodgers as a peace offering and they decide that wednesday night should be all-night treat-you-right margarita fiesta anyway and shit gets crazy and they wake up in prison on space tijuana wearing nothing but ponchos and the doctor has to claim he’s a king to get them released and they’ve all got monstrous hangovers and rory makes them all coffee when they get back to the tardis and gives them each some aspirin and monitors their fluid intake all day and it’s a bit tricky because the doctor’s body doesn’t metabolize things like human bodies do but rory’s pretty much got it figured out by now and so they all spend the rest of the day sleeping it off on top of each other in the movie room and watching goblet of fire on loop because it was the only thing they could all agree on # anyway so they’ve decided that wednesday nights should just be dartboard fish and chips dance party in the control room from now on because never again says the doctor no power in the ‘verse can get this salsa stain out of his favorite tiny trousers -- source link
#clasic times