Why is it always me that puts a foot in it?

My name's Sullivan. Surgeon Lieutenant Harry Sullivan, actually, and I am not an imbecile. [Independent ask/roleplay blog for Harry Sullivan.] [Tracking: nodoctorimthedoctor] [M!A: None] The doctor is: [] In [x] Out

[eightfootscarf-blog]

"You don’t?” 

"I could have sworn we went to the sixth moon of… Ah, nevermind. Perhaps you hit your head?"

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

"Were that the case, Doctor, I don't think I'd remember hitting it in the first place."

[eightfootscarf-blog]

"Yes, but it wasn’t to your own moon."

"Though, there is always the possibility of going there at some point. I hear it’s nice in the summertime."

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

"I say, I don't recall it being to any moon at all."

[meghalsey]

Harry was half in love with Sarah Jane Smith, and he didn’t even know it. Or perhaps he did know it, but had pushed the idea so for to the back of his mind that it no longer registered. They had a close and special friendship, but ultimately he was like the faithful family friend, and even more ultimately than that, he knew she found him a bit irritating. But she was his ideal. And she’d spoilt him, because he judged everyone else against her without realising it.

Wolfsbane- Jacqueline rayner  (via surgeonlieutenantharrysullivan)

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

thewonderfulsarahjane started following you

[eightfootscarf-blog]

"Well, look who it is! Come to join me again, Harry?"

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

"What was it last time? A little trip to the moon, eh?"

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

eightfootscarf started following you

[raindrops-on-radishes]

Now we know where nine got his sass.

(click for sass in higher quality!)

[stuntbee]

[meghalsey]

There had been just Sarah and Harry. “I think it’s the middle of the night,‟ he’d said. “It looks cold out there.‟ “It’s always cold in Scotland,‟ she‟d said. “I’m going to get a jumper. You should wrap up too.‟ “I’ll be fine,” he’d said. “I’ve got a coat.‟ But she’d grabbed the enormous scarf from the coat rack and wound it round his neck anyway. It went round twice and still trailed on the floor. “There you go,‟ she’d said. “That’ll keep you warm. Now, I won’t be a minute.‟ “I might have a look around while I’m waiting,” he’d said. “Well, don’t go far,” she’d said. “I won‟t believe we’re where we’re supposed to be until he proves it to me.

Wolfsbane- Jacqueline Rayner

[llywela13]

Terror of the Zygons - missing scene from the director’s cut of episode one

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

Jamais vu (something old, something new) || apinkandyellowgirl

[apinkandyellowgirl]

Rose, on the whole, liked to think of herself as not stupid — or at least, not as stupid as she could be. For a girl with no A-levels who’d refused to go into sixth form and had become a shop girl instead, she was fairly intelligent. After all, her grades in school hadn’t been all bad, and when she actually was interested in what she was learning, her capacity to remember, repeat it back, and understand skyrocketed immensely. And yet, despite how long she’d been in the TARDIS and how many times she’d tried to understand how the bloody thing’s corridors actually worked, she’d gotten no further at all.

There had been a crash in the console room — Rose had heard it from her room — and she’d gotten up from where she’d been reading to go and see what all the ruckus was about. And, of course, as she’d been on her way, she promptly lost herself in the twists and turns of the winding hallways of the infinitely large time-and-space-ship. No matter how many times she turned left (four, so that she could supposedly get herself back in the corridor she’d started from to get on track towards the console room again), she was certain she’d ended up in a totally different corridor every time and was now even more lost.

Seriously, though. How were you meant to get from A to B in this sodding machine without getting lost for hours? How did the Doctor do it? Hell if she didn’t think it depended on the TARDIS’ moods, because that seemed like the most likely option.

Rose was very sensibly tying a hair tie to a stray bit of coral to mark her passage when she heard a male voice ring out behind her — one she’d definitely never heard before.

The young blonde whirled around, immediately on the defensive against the intruder, her expression betraying her trepidation. But the man seemed totally harmless — in fact, even very gentlemanly. And he was acting as though she were the intruder. What was going on?

"I’m Rose," she began slowly, eyeing him curiously as she replied. “Who’re you, then? An’ who’s Sarah?"

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

Harry was no closer to understanding how "bigger on the inside" worked now than he was the first time he set foot inside the TARDIS, at the Doctor's behest, for no other reason than to prove to him that it couldn't be done. He was a reasonable man, and police boxes, after all, didn't go careering around all over the place. Except when they did. The Doctor, in his own way, had tried to explain to him, how it all worked, but "bigger on the inside" didn't account for all of it, the roaming rooms, the disappearing kitchen.

The police box's penchant for mischief was familiar (if not necessarily pleasant) to him by now. It hadn't been long before Harry had caught himself adopting the Doctor's peculiar habit of referring to the TARDIS as "she" rather than "it". It was difficult not to when she seized every opportunity to remind him that she had a mind of her own.

"My name's Sullivan. Surgeon Lieutenant Harry Sullivan, actually. Sarah's my friend. Sarah Jane Smith. I'm sorry," he cleared his throat, smiling. "I don't mean to be rude, old girl, but how did you get in here?" Through the door, one would think. The TARDIS' personal quirks notwithstanding, there had to be something the Doctor could do about that door. There had to be a lock on it, what good was it otherwise if it wasn't keeping people from walking in off the street whenever it suited them.

[yoursarahjane]

+nodoctorimthedoctor

[yoursarahjane]

Sarah stood back up the second that she heard him say that he could manage. Honestly, if Harry didn’t just let her help him soon.. She watched him for a little while, seeing as he tried to free his arms from the incredible mess he had made there on top of him. She let out an impatient sigh.

When she heard him speak again, she couldn’t help but smile a little bit. And then she couldn’t help from grinning as she had finally gotten her way and Harry had asked for help. She bent back down so she was nearer him again and gave him a smirk, “Your mother sounds like a very wise woman." She said as she attempted to make her way around Harry, picking up boxes and clothes and clearing them all off of him, making sure he would be able to free himself. Once he was cleared off enough, she walked back around front of him and offered him her hand once more, “I suggest you take my hand this time, Harry, so that you don’t create an even larger mess."

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

There was a moment, brief, mind, where Harry considered not taking Sarah's hand on principle to salvage the fragmented remains of his wounded pride, but pride was a fool's fortress, and he'd had quite enough of foolishness for one day. He didn't want to chance bringing down a second barrage of boxes on Sarah by making a fuss while she was trying to dig him out, nevertheless, that didn't stop him from giving his legs a petulant wiggle as they were uncovered bit by bit. "I say, I don't expect you'd notice a bit more mess in here." He imagined he could pull himself out on his own at this point if he tried, but on the other hand, given his luck and coordination, he was just as likely, maybe even more so, to make things worse.

"Take care, Sarah." He said, slipping his hand in hers and bracing the majority of his weight on his opposite arm to lever himself up off the floor, shaking a heavy, red scarf off of his shoulders. "I'm heavier than I look."

[ariapondfromgallifrey]

+ nodoctorimthedoctor

[ariapondfromgallifrey]

Aria bit her lip, the way he’d drawn up his posture making him seem impossibly bigger. He carried himself confidently, every inch the man Sarah had described him as, and she was caught between feeling awestruck and slightly terrified of the man she’d heard stories about as a child, the two sides of her creating an interesting dichotomy until he seemed to relax a bit.

She nodded at his words. “Yes, yes I’m sorry," she apologized hastily, “I…I realize that now." She bit her lip. “I just…I’ve been surrounded by aliens nearly my entire life. Between growing up with Sarah and her…defending the Earth and all that and then my parents…I suppose I joke about it because if I don’t…all I’ve seen in my six hundreds years…it just gets to be a bit too much," she confessed softly, “it’s just…how I’ve learned to cope with it I suppose. I’m sorry if I offended you."

Her expression softened at his last words. She was shocked and touched that he was that concerned about her, and couldn’t help a small smile as she nodded again. “Of course. I’ll be more careful, I promise…for all of you. You and Sarah especially. I know…I know this probably seems silly since we’ve only just met and all…but…I feel like I’ve known you practically my whole life…what with what Sarah’s said and all…and now that I’ve gotten the chance to properly meet you…well…you just…you mean a lot to me, both of you, and…I’ll try my best not to screw up anymore all right? I promise."

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

Harry fiddled with his blazer in embarrassed silence. He wasn't going to apologize. He hadn't said anything unwarranted, in retrospect, he supposed he could have handled the situation with a bit more sangfroid, but he had reacted without thinking, allowing that judgmental voice in his brain that he attributed to being a physician to hold the reigns, and while he didn't regret speaking up, he would have liked it to have been said with a bit less hostility.

"You didn't offend me." He sighed. It had nothing to do with offense. Well, a bit, and most of it was on Sarah's behalf, but he'd not had a lot of time to come to terms with the fact that there was intelligent life on other planets, he'd been thrust rather into the middle of it all, thanks to the Doctor. He was positively green compared to Aria, and he didn't expect he'd be around for another six hundred odd years to catch up.

"You concerned me." He cleared his throat. "You're important to Sarah." He said. What he didn't add was that Sarah was important to him. It didn't need saying. "So do be more careful in the future."

[leliwardens]

During the excitement of the 50th, let’s not forget those who unfortunately cannot be here to celebrate it with us.

[seekingthespheres]

Surgeon Lieutenant Harry Sullivan, Officer of the Royal Navy, everyone.

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

★ ((i'm sorry, i had to))

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen. [x] Oh disgusting. [] Again, again. [] Kiss you back. [] Let’s take this to the bedroom. [x] Slap/Push you away.[x] Shriek

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no. (I don't mean to be rude, old chap, but have we met before?) [] YES. [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No. (Heavens, no!) [] Ew. [] Sure. [] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it. [] No. You can’t handle my d. [] FUCK YES. [x] No. (Crikey! Why would you-)

Should you reblog this?:

[x] Yes. I want to send you one. [] Yes. [] No

[nodoctorimthedoctor]

★

If we kissed:

[x] This wouldn’t happen. [] Oh disgusting. [] Again, again. [] Kiss you back. [] Let’s take this to the bedroom. [x] Slap/Push you away, respectfully.

If you asked me out I’d say:

[x] Um no. (Do stop calling me Sideburns, Miss Brown.) [] YES. [] HOLY ASDFGHJK YESSSSS.

Can we cuddle?:

[x] No. (It would be entirely inappropriate.) [] Ew. [] Sure. [] YES.

Sex?:

[] Let’s do it. [] No. You can’t handle my d. [] FUCK YES. [x] No. (I say, we've only just met!)

Should you reblog this?:

[] Yes. I want to send you one. [] Yes. [] No[x] You already did.