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A Doctor Who and Marvel fan's sketch blog.
(also lots of random things)
Always open for sketch prompts: Info
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Fic: TARDIScrash at Ao3
Art:Rainwhitehart at deviantArt
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Open for commissions Email: RLGillustrator@gmail.com
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Damn it Three, stop being perfect.
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Oh Three. You ARE magic.
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Then and Now…
Just something I noticed. (I have a weird feeling this is going to cause negative comments and flaming even though I said nothing bad about any of the Doctors.)
And of course, if this pattern continues, the Twelfth Doctor will be like…
It’s up to you whether or not this is a good thing (I personally love Six).
everyone loves Six
I would be entirely OK with Twelve being like Six, because Six was awesome!
Twelve could be wild and dark and wild and magnificent!
Yes. More Six please. Good Six, audio Six, with growth and depth and Eveyln mother fucking Smithe.
DOCTOR: Well, when I was a little boy, we used to live in a house that was perched halfway up the top of a mountain. And behind our house, there sat under a tree an old man—a hermit, a monk. He’d lived under this tree for half his lifetime, so they said, and he’d learned the secret of life. So, when my black day came, I went and asked him to help me.
JO: And he told you the secret? Well, what was it?
DOCTOR: Well, I’m coming to that, Jo, in my own time. Ah, I’ll never forget what it was like up there. All bleak and cold, it was—a few bare rocks with some weeds sprouting from them and some pathetic little patches of sludgy snow. It was just grey. Grey, grey, grey. Well, the tree the old man sat under, that was ancient and twisted and the old man himself was… he was as brittle and as dry as a leaf in the autumn.
JO: But what did he say?
DOCTOR: Nothing, not a word. He just sat there, silently, expressionless, and he listened while I poured out my troubles to him. I was too unhappy even for tears, I remember. And when I’d finished, he lifted a skeletal hand and… he pointed. Do you know what he pointed at?
JO: No.
DOCTOR: A flower. One of those little weeds. Just like a daisy it was. Well, I looked at it for a moment and suddenly I saw it through his eyes. It was simply glowing with life, like a perfectly cut jewel, and the colours! Well, the colours were deeper and richer than you could possibly imagine. Yes, it was the daisiest daisy I’d ever seen.
JO: And that was the secret of life? A daisy? Honestly, Doctor!
DOCTOR: Yes, I laughed too when I first heard it. So, later, I got up and I ran down that mountain and I found that the rocks weren’t grey at all—but they were red, brown and purple and gold. And those pathetic little patches of sludgy snow were shining white. Shining white in the sunlight. You still frightened, Jo?
DAISIEST DAISY AUTO REBLOG. ♥ ♥ ♥
JON’S ORANGE PANTS THOUGH :D
Secret BFFs.
As promised Sailor Doctors.
This started with a discussion about Eight’s new sonic looking like a fairy wand.
“Look after him. I want to deal with him later.”
“Do you, Doctor? You always were an optimist, weren’t you.”
“Thank you for the compliment.”
<3 <3 <3
Have no idea what happened in “Girl Who Waited”; too drunk to care. a-red-robin kicked me and tenlittlebullets out of her house after we were louts for forty-five+ minutes.
Instead, here is a picture of Pertwee being the greatest Doctor to ever Doctor and his UNIT team and best enemy gazing on him in wonder.
auto reblog
Jo Grant is hot.
overconfidence-and-a-screwdriver:
But you all knew that. She was Three’s companion, after all.
Not just fact. Science fact.
Who spam time.
