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@silverylioness
some highlights of the replies to this post because i didn’t realise it had got so monstrously popular:
‘stalin’
‘gerard way’
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markiplier ????
some guy literally just posted his nudes with no context
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ALAN RICKMAN
Reblog for the comment!
(With a tip of the hat to thestudentofcoffee, who reminded me of the passage)
ETA from DWCON: let’s push this over the 100,000 reblog mark so Rob can show it to Terry. :)
This quote came up on Twitter today, in another context: and reminded me of this.
Reblogging it so I can find it a little more quickly next time…
Original post from July 2013, with 103xxxK notes, and I’m just now seeing this in Dec 2019! I really, really LOVE this fandom!
If you didn’t want me to ship them then you shouldn’t have hired actors with such great chemistry
Clara Oswald in every episode → 7.07 The Rings of Akhaten
↳ “Okay. So… I would like to see. I would like to see. What I would like to see is… Something awesome.”
One of the rare few who loved this story.
With inputs from @notallthosewho-wanderarelost :)
YOU GUYSSSSSSSSSS LOOK WHAT @ladykenz347 made for meeeeeeeeeee!!! She’s amazing!! 😍😍😍 (Ultra appreciated because I can’t unsee Adam Driver boob from the graphic I made 😂)
I loved this story.
The Seventh Doctor and Ace.
Met them both!
Writing Prompt Challenge #1 written 16 November 2019
Numb
Cold. It was all she could feel where she lay on the bed of leaves covering the almost frozen ground beneath her. Her black form was stark against the vibrant orange and yellow leaves.
She had nothing better to do than lie in the Autumn leaves and stare at the passing clouds overhead. Maybe it was the chill air and frozen ground…or the utter shock and devastation from a week ago that left her numb. Even now as painful and bittersweet memories replayed over and over in her mind.
Her eyes did not see the clouds or the sky–only his face, his eyes, his charming smile. She did not hear the traffic or the barking neighborhood dogs–only his voice, his laugh, his music. She did not feel the light breeze that swirled up from the South–only his touch, his kiss, his arms around her tight.
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Wow, this was awesomely powerful stuff!
Chronicles of a Lost Timelord
CHRONICLES OF THE LOST TIMELORD CAT'S EYES Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Epilogue The Doctor decides he wants to meet one of his old friends. Get back to the good old days, before domestication. She makes him promise there shall be one adventure ... The problem is, they are pulled to a planet called Biblogia, against the TARDIS' will. When they find out why Ace realises that you cannot run away from your past, and the Doctor wishes the past would not always play cat-and-mouse with him. The Silver Stream Prologue Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Epilogue
A year has passed since the events on Biblogia and Nancy McShane has settled on Planet Earth and is now a student at Oxford University alongside Luke Smith - In English Language and Literature. Everything is fine until a new professor shows up, Hjalte Stream. Nancy knows there is something familiar about him, as does Dorothy. Tegan also is in Oxford at this time, partly as a tourist but mostly on a lecture tour of England, based on her new book, Equality and How We Are All The Same ... She sees Nancy and immediately they get to chatting, as Nancy still has Nyssa's memories. Tegan also does not like Hjalte Stream. Mysteriously, as soon as Stream arrives, Students disappear from Nancy's class ... What is going on? And does the Doctor arrive just in the nick of time?
The Doctor's Shadow In 2015 Tegan, Turlough, Nancy and Luke are planning their double wedding...In 1660 England has regained her Monarchy with Charles the Second. The Doctor knows something is up as he espies an old enemy a month before the Coronation. The Master has also found himself in seventeenth-century London. The old enemy has found him too... Now it is not just Dorothy's but Nancy's life at stake...There are questions to answer: Who is that mysterious woman by the King? Why does she hate the Doctor so much and just what is the Master's role in this? Will Tegan and Turlough ever be happy? Do Kings always get what they want? And just what are those horrible creatures invading England? Why is the Doctor acting so... strangely Prologue Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
EYES OF CONSCIENCE After The Master sacrifices himself for Dorothy, she resigns herself to a life of loneliness. Nancy has also abandoned her to live with Mr and Mrs Turlough in Australia for a time. Six months pass and Dorothy is starting to contemplate suicide as she feels there is nothing worth living for. One December night Dorothy gets a mysterious visitor who then proceeds to kidnap her to her home planet Xentang 6, a Morph planet that works on invaders psyche. The Master has inherited The RANIs TARDIS and it lands on Xentang 6 too at the moment that Dorothy is being dragged by Giant Snakes called Mambites to a clearing that has a dark looking throne - an equally dark woman steps out from the chair... Dorothy is bait to get The Doctor to lie at her feet... But who is the woman? Why does she hate the Doctor? Will the revenant Master be able to save both The Doctor and Dorothy, or does he have to make the worst choice he has ever had to make in his life? Kidnap
Illusion
DreamscapesTrapped
Perspectives
Psychange
Dilemmas
Purgatories
Manipulation
Eosophobia
Double Back Prologue
Darkness Within
Guilt and Consequence
Forgive and Forget
Dutiful Daughters
Devil's Chess Game
Universal Truths
Truth Inside
Unfulfilled Promises Flipping the Switch Epilogue The Master and Dorothy begins their quest for her soul and find out why she had to hide her True self. The Master's TARDIS lands on Quiea a Planet that has one attraction only - a Pilgrimage to The Wise Man. They meet a severe, grim middle-aged woman that seems familiar... As does The Wise Man. Can The Wise Man give Dorothy answers? More importantly, Why doesn't he? Wish I got a hug from Anthony! ♥ I dedicate this series to Anthony Ainley, who was the main inspiration behind this story: Without his terrifying portrayal in Survival, my life would have taken quite a different turn. Thank you, Anthony, you most certainly were the Master and I have obeyed you!
Love this as a new ship!
“You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut, just that fast. You will always run away with her. You will always lose her. You will always be a fool.” - Deathless by Catherynne M. Valente
I love #Whouffaldi
Rumple departing the Jolly Roger appreciation post.
Laughter Through The Snow
Title: Laughter Through the Snow
Author: Silvery Lioness
Summary: Ian and Barbara have found themselves in 19th Century England
Gift for: @demigodofhoolemere
Thank you LeerZore on Discord for reading this and giving me some pointers.
Laughter Through The Snow
Regency Era
Christmas Time
It was 1811 – Barbara could not believe she was in the year Pride and Prejudice had been published. She had decided to purchase a copy. However, the Doctor was not happy by this date.
“Two months off,” he grumbled, “I was sure of our calibrations and calculations,” he put his thumbs behind his lapels and bounced on his heels. “It was supposed to be February,” he muttered to himself, “damned infernal machine.”
A confused Ian swapped a bemused glance to Barbara who then turned to Susan who just shrugged her shoulders, “Grandpa likes to see the arrival of big things, something big was supposed to happen in February.”
Something shifted into place and Barbara smiled, “I always wanted to witness the birth of Charles Dickens,” she sighed, “his contribution to our language and history is of note.”
“Why don’t you young things go outside and enjoy yourselves whilst I sort this out.”
“I don’t mind staying to help Doctor,” Ian said as he put his hands in his pockets and rocked also on his heels.
Susan and Barbara had dressed in time appropriate clothes, Susan wore an ethereal teal, whilst Barbara chose a more sensible blush colour, they wrapped themselves up in warm muffs, scarves and hats, and found some cash to spend. Why not celebrate in the time they had whilst the Doctor made repairs.
Ian blustered through into the wardrobe,
“The old,” he controlled his language for Susan’s sake, “the old man,” he whispered, “told me I was not going to help, why would a primaeval primate, like me know what to do with technology far beyond my status! I am a scientist, but I swear he thinks I’m still of the age where I knock on doors and run away again!”
Susan and Barbara laughed. “Come on, you can be a regency gent and carry our bags for us, we’re going shopping,” the girls linked elbows and Ian straggled behind fiddling about with his cravat.
“Grandfather,” Susan said, “we’re going shopping. This is Earth, yes?”
“Yes, you may go… confound the blessed thing, what is wrong with you my gel.”
Snow carpeted the road and the street. Riding up the walls, decorating the windows, the streets were dangerous and narrow but that did not hinder the girls in their exercise. They laughed all the way, even entering a chocolate drinkers paradise.
“Oh this is heavenly,” Susan sighed as she sipped some of the earthly concoction, “so, what do we do now? I doubt father’s sorted out the T.A.R.D.I.S.”
“Why don’t we find a park or wide-open space,” Ian suggested. “I miss the snowball fights we used to have at Coal Hill School.”
“There’s a field down the road and around the corner. What else do you want, lovies?”
“That’ll be all.”
They paid the lady for the drinks, and soon they were running to the field. In the exhilarating rush, Barbara skidded on an iced-over puddle, twisting her ankle and collapsed on her foot almost meeting the snowy ground head-on. “Why don’t you two just go ahead without me?” she winced as she tried to get up, feeling embarrassed and ashamed that her ex-pupil and her, well, crush, was seeing her in a state of vulnerability.
Ian immediately came to Barbara’s aid and packed her warm ankle with snow. “Susan,” he took charge and propped her ankle up on his leg, still using the snow to calm the swelling.
“Is she going to be all right?”
“She’s sprained her ankle,” Ian said, “she just needs to get back to the T.A.R.D.I.S,” he said as he picked her up, “Susan, you’re going to have to help me.” She hopped on her foot as Ian stooped to pick her up one side, whilst Susan was hoisting her up the other. Barbara’s ankle was at an odd angle, the threesome slowly made it through the village.
Eventually, they made it to the T.A.R.D.I.S and struggled through with the girls shopping bags.
Ian had to squeeze past the maze of tools to get Barbara in a bed. The T.A.R.D.I.S provided ice packs and pillows. “Thank you, Ian,” she sighed. “We were going to have fun and I spoiled it.”
“Don’t worry,” Ian said softly, as he tied the ice packs to her stockinged feet then he slipped her shoes off, “Barbara,” he gulped, “I was er…I was wondering if… erm, when we decide – if we decide it together… Could we…”
He felt a hand resting on his arm, “Of course, Ian, I would love to see a film with you and perhaps dinner,” she blushed, “you’re who I want.”
“Can I kiss you, Barbara?”
“Yes, Ian,” she smiled softly through her pain. “You may.”
Susan skipped past the door and watched the entranceway in curiosity as the two humans mouths seemed to be tenderly massaging each other’s, she had seen teenagers at her school do the same thing. On Earth, they called it kissing. She knew this was meant to be a private show, but her curiosity won over her rationality.
She heard them moan into each other’s mouths and she decided to leave them alone. She walked into the control room where her grandfather was tinkering about with the main control system.
“Grandfather,” she sighed, “what is that thing called when humans put their mouths together and…”
“I’m not even going to answer that question, Susan. Ask them when they’re finished.”
Without knowing it, she blushed, “Yes grandfather,” she said, “I will!”
They both rushed to the controls, “Where to next, Grandfather?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said with a wink, “let’s make it her decision, shall we?” he patted the T.A.R.D.I.S walls.
Ah well, at least there were no monsters this time, and they did have laughter through the snow.
Potent minimalist art sends a strong message about police and vigilante brutality in America
Journalist and artist Shirin Barghi has created a gripping, thought-provoking series of graphics that not only examines racial prejudice in today’s America, but also captures the sense of humanity that often gets lost in news coverage. Titled “Last Words,” the graphics illustrate the last recorded words by Brown and other young black people — Trayvon Martin, Oscar Grant and others — who have been killed by police in recent years.
Let us not forget their voices
me and my wife throwing shade
That is what I love about the Addams family. They sat through, what they considered a banal horror fest, patiently, to support their own little delinquents! It was marvellously brave of them. It’s like me sitting through a sports match because my favourite film is on afterwards ...
For my AU loving buddy, @indreamsink 🤩
Please make me one?
