endless list of flawless people — jenna coleman"Peter now has a nickname for me: ‘the artist formerly known as JLC’. The boring truth is that people have never really called me Jenna-Louise and I just found it very strange because I started to do more interviews and go places where people I didn’t know kept calling me Jenna-Louise. It sounded odd to me."
"I don’t mind. Do whatever you want to do." He smiled back up at him before getting up to walk to the kettle.
Eleven stretched, making his way over to his bedroom’s door. “Since I got your permission — I’m going back to bed!” He shoved his door open, jumping into the room, landing on the bed. “You do what you like, too,” he kicked the door shut with his foot, settling back down on top of his covers. Not that he expected to get any more sleep — but he would try.
Matt raised his hands up in defence. “Whatever.” He put his jacket on the table and sat down, taking his shoes off.
He chuckled, looking back at him, “That’s where I disappear to, at night. I remember you were wondering.. I do good, though, I don’t wake you.” Pushing the cupboard door shut, he came back empty handed. “Want me to order in, instead?” Nothing appealed to him in the house.
"You’ve been asleep all day? Man, you need to get a job. Maybe try earning some money?"
“I do have a job.” He stated, bluntly, going to the cupboard to search for “whatever was in there”. “It’s when you’re busy sleeping. Night shift. Hard work.”
"I am indeed." He said, taking his jacket off. "Cooking something nice?"
“Whatever’s in the cupboard,” he set the pot down on the counter, shrugging. “I woke up not fifteen minutes ago. I think I set myself a new record.”
with that in mind who’s actually in charge of raising little TARDISes? who ditched all the politics and sciences to tell the timeships bedtime stories for a living
"Can’t exactly call for a taxi. There’s no signal. We’re out of range. Just a bit."
“You’re home early.”