Not sure what this is from, but damn.
Woman Time Lords can control the way they will look when they regenerate, while male Time Lords cannot. This was established in Classic Who, when Romana regenerated.
Also, the Doctor wanting to be Ginger is not about the hair…
i also don’t like the idea…
a massively extended version of ruthlesscalculus’ post
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Every Series, Every Episode!
StarTrek.com has made every episode available for streaming on their website! (and there doesn’t seem to be any indication that its only temporary!)
Have a series you’ve been meaning to watch? Can’t afford Netflix? No problem! Go forth; all of Star Trek is now at your disposal!
quietly slips this to any interested followers of mine
Guuuuys, watch Star Trek with meeeee.
well i guess there’s no reason for me not to get into star trek now
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if you’re not already following Joss Whedon on twitter
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It is said that a butterfly is a sign of the king’s return.
Merlin first glimpsed the flash of red wings floating over grey umbrellas that afternoon. He’d sprinted out of the crowd, throwing aside people with shouted, hysterical apologies. He didn’t remember thundering up the stairs to his flat, hardly recalled racing back down the street with the staff in hand. All he could think of was Arthur. Heedless of the chill wind and the icy waters of the lake, Merlin threw himself into the water, shouting Arthur’s name.
Merlin gulped down air, the cold burning at his lungs. He shouted for his king again. A few people gathered on the bank of the lake, pointing at him.
“Arthur!” shouted Merlin, shoving his staff into the water. His chest heaving, a knot tightening in his throat. He fought it back down, choosing instead to bellow, “You great bumbling clotpole, I swear, if this is some kind of trick, if you-“
“You swear what, Merlin?” drawled a voice behind him, and Merlin could have picked that voice out of thousands, unmistakable in its lazy arrogance and gentle humor. “By the gods, you’d think someone had died with the way you’re carrying on.”
Merlin didn’t dare to turn around. Not now. Not after so very long. He felt Arthur’s hand on his shoulder, the touch cautious, but so very warm and alive. Arthur could feel Merlin’s shoulders trembling, watched the curl of his skinny, white fingers tighten around the staff. Merlin turned abruptly, throwing his arms around his friend and the centuries of grief and loneliness came out of him in a tiny, strangled noise.
“Merlin, are you-…?” Arthur froze.
“Just hold me. Please.” Merlin gasped into Arthur’s armor, ignoring the bite of wet, cold steel into his cheeks. His teeth chattered and he shivered violently.
“Nice to see you too,” and Arthur threw his arms around Merlin, pulling his sodden cloak around them both. “Now. Are we going to stand in a freezing cold lake all day, or did you have something else in mind?”
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Commission for NauticalNymph. Here it is on my dA.
Ficlet and art inspired by this piece: dA / tumblr. Thanks to Ptelly!
Photoshop CS-4 / Wacom Intuos 3.
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So, Amazon wants to get its greedy little fingers in the fanfic business, eh?
I have a lot of thoughts on this. Angry thoughts, to be completely honest. I’ll try to limit my use of capslock, but no promises.
I love the lack of capitalism in the creation of…
if i was in charge of tampon commercials, i would make a commercial that featured fierce female warriors (a spectrum of races and sizes) fighting alongside each other in battle. it would be scary and wrathful and wicked as fuck.
then at the end the camera would pan out. there the women would be standing next to each other, staring at the camera, and then the picture would fade to black with my company’s slogan,
“for those times when the only blood you want on you is the blood of your enemies.”
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