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The First Doctor’s TARDIS (1963-1966)

You can now make your very own TARDIS console room for the original TARDIS team (as well as the exterior too)! :D Hope you enjoy the playset :) If you have any questions or are stuck on anything, let us know through the comments section or on social media ;) #ThinkOutsideTheBox

*Not all of these pages are compulsary :) The last 3 are wall sections but the set can work without them if needed so it’s totally up to you how many pages you want to print.

🖨️ How to Print

1. Click the image(s) in this post.

2. Right-click and select save image as…

3. Go to downloads or wherever you saved the image.

4. Print the image and you’re good to go 😃

How to Make

You can find our video tutorial here: How to Make the TARDIS Interior (1963-1966)

[danidates]

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i wrote this on facebook but it's so long, i may as well put it here

You. Guise. MEN ARE CONFUSING AS F. this is super long and if you’re bored you can be happy that you’re not me. It’s like actually a novel about my weird experiences in dating

The guy that had been pursuing me before, (so sexy) he asked me on a date in December. I was seeing this guy, Tom, my friends just call him the doctor for nicknames sake. Sexy Guy and the Doctor. So I said no. Months later, I’m single, I tell Sexy Guy, he asks to hangout, I move forward and ask him when he’s asking me on a date (bold!) and last night he tells me that he just wants to hang out platonically.

BUT I know when I saw him last week he was feeling me. I know this for sure. Sexy Guy would be a great friend because he likes art, poetry, discussing colonialism, being built and being sexy.

AM I ALLOWED TO SHOW YOU HIS PICTURE? and I am fully making a blog. It’s danidates.tumblr.com, it has nothing on it so far.

OK so let’s move back to the Doctor. After he dumped me, we had a short two month..thing… Well reasons he gave me ended up being we communicate differently, wish we were friends first, I’m going through a shitty time, his uncle had just died, he’s work focused first year residency etcetc, things that seemed legit but also excuses. And after he said he wanted us to be friends, I said no. But then I changed my mind cos I missed him and also sex. Buuut I didn’t see him after, just ended up like drunk texting him this essay once about something stupid. Like, “I miss you, just as friends, my med school friends are here and I can’t ask you anything, it’s weird.” To which he replied short, “No, you’re not crazy. Let’s hangout.”

I was told that this seemed like a pat on the back kind of thing (which I thought it was too) because he iiiis quite nice. I wasn’t really over him then though.

So after that I have no contact with him at all, but he does start randomly liking posts on my insta and my facebook and WHY does that mean something. But I hadn’t talked to him in a month.

I looked at my fb messages yesterday and I noticed that I hadn’t replied to our last conversation, I had responded by drunk texting him a few days later lol. ANYWAY I reply back finally, like hey sorry, how’s your fam, and he replies back, basically saying that he’s happy I replied to him and that he didn’t think I wanted to talk to him/seemed really busy/that’s ok. He’d seen on facebook that I was posting photos and whatever else..

And I was like, what, I drunk texted you! And he says, ” I don’t recall any drunken texts, except when I responded and you didn’t reply back!”

IF you have made it through thus far, and have read my other posts, I was complaining before that I often get texts from dudes that are all, ” Y CAN U SOCIAL MEDIA BUT NO TEXT ME BACK.” Um it has occurred to me that Tom/doctor had been thinking the same but did not act it out in an annoying way.

JUST WHAT. my friends, we all thought he’d been nicely responding (before) cos, he just nice, and been distancing himself. But no, he’s been paying attention to what I’ve been doing for the month (it’s been exactly a month since I drunk texted him, no other contact other than some facebook liking lol) ALSO I saw him back on OKC, so I thought he was dating again. That’s when at some point I became emo and dragged myself out to interact with men and or women, just to move on.

SO in the process of talking to him, talking about his life my life blah, at the end I stick in, “So! meet any nice ladies? Too early?”

He more or less tells me (after being specific with my questions) that he is in fact…just working. No ladies, nobody “at all.”

"What about you", he asks.

Uuuuh me, me me. Let’s see, do I want to tell him that I’ve kissed at least three guys since, and maybe women uuhhhh…well…No.

I kind of side stepped it a funny way, said there are lots of ladies. But admitted with guys it’s the same old, guys that won’t go away.

So at the end he says, let’s finish texting tomorrow, I’m falling asleep. and blah blah it ends with him going, “yes let’s hang out. Alright further planning tomorrow”

Soooooooooo if for some reason you read that novel o m g

I do not understand men AT ALL, if I wrote a dating blog it would be all, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND MEN EVERYTHING I THINK IS ACTUALLY OPPOSITE. I mean, Tom really caught me off guard, I really thought he just wanted nothing to do with me? AND ADRIANO I THOUGHT YOU WERE INTO ME WTF I KNOW YOU ARE OK

even if you didn’t read this I feel better lol TY TY TY

UPDATE: he was drunk and pretended he didn’t say it the next day

[danidates]

A Crazy Letter I Wrote To My Rebound After X

In the moment it was cathartic. Now. I don’t know.

I just….yeah.

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So. Being back home, and the New Year coming up has brought about that clichéd desire to analyze past misgivings and what’s that, blah blah self improvement. I’m generally constantly rewriting my story and trying to gauge how I can correct what usually feels like an ever increasing list of flaws. All the reassessing…well, a few of my friends here specifically are always able to give me just the right amount of clarity.

It’s weird writing this on Facebook, but I guess I don’t know your email? Texting this seems bizarre, whatever this is exactly. I was looking at our earlier interactions, like in October, and you wrote quite the long paragraphs. I like that, though.

So this is what I do. I talk a lot, in circles, riddles, really. I’m wordy. It’s the worst. I write some terrible prose that I share with few, some of them love it, some don’t understand, and obviously some don’t care for it. For someone that talks so much, I can be quite terrible with communication. I’m honest, I suppose. I don’t lie. I just don’t always properly convey my wants or needs. I’m trying, just with anyone. I’m getting better. Writing is easier for me, though I still structure things in a bizarre abstract way, because that’s just how I think. Sometimes under the heavy of the dark, I let someone crawl into my head. Face pressed into the covers, I’ll let my guard down. It doesn’t happen often. But if it does, it’s usually in the quiet of the night. I’m sorry about that.

So maybe you have no idea why I’m writing this. Given the distance, the time frame and my inability to form structured, to the point sentences when I should, I thought to myself…I’m just going to do what I normally do when I’m trying to explain…myself. I suppose. I’d rather actualize these parts now, because they *are* me. I’m not going to special snowflake syndrome myself, but I’m, yes, a complicated person. Obviously in the last bit I’ve given off some red flags and…I don’t know, it’s weighing on me. I’ve always been perfectly happy carrying my burdens, I’m well aware not everyone wants or needs to…or even can process, well, me. I’m not depressed or anything, if that’s where this seems to be going. I just overanalyze everything and…I am one of those people that needs to get things out. Or conversely be checked in with so that my brain doesn’t create some ridiculous doomsday scenario. This act of explaining functions as an addition to my “run while you can” but maybe I should stop listening to so much Fiona Apple. “paper bag” and “fast as you can.” those have always…resonated with me. Maria Mena, too. “internal dialogue.” “your glasses.”

2013 has been a bizarre transitional year for me. I told you some of it. If at the end, all of this, just this, the early honesty and implications of mental scarring (I am who I am.) is not too frightening, then maybe one day you can ask, what I’m on about, or just…why. And I will tell you.

But now. I’m at this frustrating crossroads and I can’t say 2014 will miraculously change things. I’ll do my best, of course. But the erratic behaviour…I’m sorry about that. I can’t say that’s me, not so early on, not out loud. In my head, that’s another place, I suppose.

I’m still navigating the waters. It feels largely directionless right now. Sometimes more drowning than not. I hate it.

I had planned on swimming by myself. Learning when to breathe, how to breathe, when to come up for air.

Is this even making any sense? Maybe I shouldn’t write things at 5 am. I’d spent the previous months, well, fucking about, running away. Pushing people away. Maybe even callously discarding them, I don’t know. Everything was messy. It still is. I’m going to be okay, I’m always…Okay.

But I never would have thought that I’d be writing this…whatever this is, a few months ago.

But you appear to be this seemingly happy, functioning being. The last thing I would want is to waste your time. Or be this…like negative energy.

I know it’s early still. Maybe people just reveal these things later. But again, transitional year, erratic behaviour and apparently, in keeping with the spirit of honesty…I just thought I’d try and explain again, one last time. So writing this, half asleep, because I can’t say I don’t miss you and agh, I don’t know, give you another chance to run away, no hard feelings. But if for some reason this novel hasn’t frightened you off, feel free to call me after you get off work.

Or let me know if you do or do not want inebriated snapchats. I’m not a lush, I swear, though.

Er. That’s all. I’m sorry this is so long. I hope I don’t regret writing this when I wake… I should probably shutup now. Tldr; I will potentially regret this when I wake up. Deena Hello 05:11 Deena Hello Oh look, wrote that twice sigh. This is super long Maybe don’t read it. Lol I’m gonna sleep and… Eep

[thedaughter-of-thedoctor]

thedaughter-of-thedoctor || Doctor/Therapist AU

"That’s were it gets complicated. I see a lot of this old blue police box from like the sixties and this guy, he’s got this chin and kinda floppy brown hair." She paused for a second. "And he wears a bow tie. And the words ‘Bad Wolf.’"

[johnwwwatson]

John frowned deeply at her description and he should've been writing them down, but instead, he focused on her for a moment. "Does the man say anything to you?" John asked. "Or does he just kind of...stand there?"

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