The Doctor brushed his long curls aside. “Will we be okay?”
The tall leather-clad Doctor stepped forward. “You will be.”
The War had been a losing battle. He’d been given access to the Moment, and he knew the Time was coming when he’d have to face the Could’ve Been King and his Army of Meanwhiles and Neverweres, the Nightmare Child, the whole lot, and use it.
“That’s not what I asked, though.”
“I know.”
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Tags: Doctor:Eight, Doctor:Nine, Time War
Ladies, gentlemen, triangles and shades of blue.
This.
Is a goddamn interrobang. It is quite obviously the best and most under-used piece of punctuation on the entire goddamn planet!
(Okay, so that’s an image and not an actual interrobang, but I don’t want to risk anyone seeing a big-ass block there. Shut it.) Read the rest of this entry »
Tags: Punctuation, Rude on purpose, Sillyness
