September 13, 2014

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July 31, 2014

Elisabeth Sladen [4/100]

It’s been forever since I’ve been here - so I needed a pick me up

Elisabeth Sladen [4/100]

It’s been forever since I’ve been here - so I needed a pick me up

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April 14, 2014

cleowho:

"You did… once."

Full Circle - season 18 - 1980

This makes me think of so many other things…

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March 24, 2014
mrsrichardarmitage:

stunningpicture:

Gandalf checks his emails (behind the scenes in the set of the Hobbit)

#The wizard will now install your software

Gandalf reads on Gandalf! 

mrsrichardarmitage:

stunningpicture:

Gandalf checks his emails (behind the scenes in the set of the Hobbit)

Gandalf reads on Gandalf! 

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December 7, 2013

petercapaldiiiiiiii:

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Can we all just pretend this is exactly what happened?

Ok thanks.

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December 7, 2013
sashdoesdoodles:

I just… this episode. That scene. Osgood’s scarf. It was too much.
Part of my fandom “advent calendar”. December 1.

sashdoesdoodles:

I just… this episode. That scene. Osgood’s scarf. It was too much.

Part of my fandom “advent calendar”. December 1.

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November 26, 2013

timeladysmith:

sjsthesecond:

Goodnight, Sarah Jane. I’m sorry that you couldn’t be here with us to see 50th anniversary. [x]

Aw, the feels… <3

Reblogging again.

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November 26, 2013
lilyhandmaiden:

sleep-ismy-friend:

I’ve really gone and done it this time, I’m afraid.
For obvious reasons.
The manipulation and colouring is all mine. 

And one day Sarah Jane went to the National Gallery, and Sky wandered off with Clyde and Rani… or had Sarah Jane wandered off from them? No matter. She followed a few twists and turns, sonic-lipsticked her way through some doors which  may have read “staff only” because the kids really didn’t seem to be anywhere she could see…
And then she saw it, parked in a corner. She could almost have mistaken it for modern art, except, well… it was humming. Sarah Jane Smith knew that hum. She dreamed about it sometimes. A docent approached her and asked, with pointed politeness, if she was authorized to be there.
"Sarah Jane Smith, journalist." She flashed an ID. "I’m doing a story on the unseen side of the Gallery. I was wondering if I might have a word with the curator about this piece? It’s very interesting."
"Hold on a moment, I’ll fetch him." 
As soon as the docent was gone, Sarah Jane tiptoed up to the TARDIS door and knocked. “Doctor?” she called, trying to keep her voice down. A few more quick, urgent raps on the door. “Doctor, are you in there?”
"You know," a voice intoned behind her, "there is an official policy against touching the art."
Sarah Jane froze. That voice. That voice sounding out against the hum of the TARDIS— was this a dream after all? Had she fallen asleep? But no, she couldn’t have, she remembered waking up in the morning, driving here, looking at the art, losing the kids, every step of it. 
"Oh, don’t worry," that voice continued, "I’ve never been much for official policies, myself."
There were already tears in her eyes when she turned around. It was and was not quite the face she’d expected to see, stooped and white-haired and older… 
"And what’s a little harmless rule-breaking between friends? Eh, Sarah?"
Her hesitance vanished the moment he grinned.

lilyhandmaiden:

sleep-ismy-friend:

I’ve really gone and done it this time, I’m afraid.

For obvious reasons.

The manipulation and colouring is all mine. 

And one day Sarah Jane went to the National Gallery, and Sky wandered off with Clyde and Rani… or had Sarah Jane wandered off from them? No matter. She followed a few twists and turns, sonic-lipsticked her way through some doors which  may have read “staff only” because the kids really didn’t seem to be anywhere she could see…

And then she saw it, parked in a corner. She could almost have mistaken it for modern art, except, well… it was humming. Sarah Jane Smith knew that hum. She dreamed about it sometimes. A docent approached her and asked, with pointed politeness, if she was authorized to be there.

"Sarah Jane Smith, journalist." She flashed an ID. "I’m doing a story on the unseen side of the Gallery. I was wondering if I might have a word with the curator about this piece? It’s very interesting."

"Hold on a moment, I’ll fetch him." 

As soon as the docent was gone, Sarah Jane tiptoed up to the TARDIS door and knocked. “Doctor?” she called, trying to keep her voice down. A few more quick, urgent raps on the door. “Doctor, are you in there?”

"You know," a voice intoned behind her, "there is an official policy against touching the art."

Sarah Jane froze. That voice. That voice sounding out against the hum of the TARDIS— was this a dream after all? Had she fallen asleep? But no, she couldn’t have, she remembered waking up in the morning, driving here, looking at the art, losing the kids, every step of it. 

"Oh, don’t worry," that voice continued, "I’ve never been much for official policies, myself."

There were already tears in her eyes when she turned around. It was and was not quite the face she’d expected to see, stooped and white-haired and older… 

"And what’s a little harmless rule-breaking between friends? Eh, Sarah?"

Her hesitance vanished the moment he grinned.

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November 18, 2013

doctorwho:

Press ALL THE BUTTONS! 

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October 22, 2013
Behind every fanfic update, there is a writer being turned into THIS as they await your reactions

jomosbanana:

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