When I’m older I will have to marry a fellow Whovian because they will understand why my child’s middle name will be ‘Storm’.
I probably won’t give my child that middle name, but I might nickname them “Stormageddon” in private. Or public. You know, because I’m bound to slip up.
Oh, and another dog name to add to the list: Wolf. Original? No. But then I can say “Bad Wolf!” and it will make me laugh.
To be honest I don’t think I could marry anyone who wasn’t a Whovian or a Sherlockian (preferably both, line up lords & ladies!) Or perhaps I should re-phrase that; the only reason I would be interested in a romantic relationship at all would be with a Whovian or a Sherlockian. The good people of tumblr have set my expectations that high.