Tennant dancing silly:
Still ridiculously attractive.
Smith dancing silly:
“The fish were a torrent of crazy, surrounding tousled hair
Godzilla sat still on the blanket, pretending he wasn’t there
John’s mustache was shining with color, so beautiful and bright
And angrybeige sat drawing—
Angrybeige sat drawing, deeply into the night…”
Warning: contains Cthulu and a bird of ill repute
So ready for this when I get back home. I’m thinking a jalapeno cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate malt in the largest size available. Plus a carton of Tin Roof Sundae for later. Or Butter Pecan. Or Black Walnut.
…I think I like torturing myself.
You’re very welcome. :)
You might also like anything written by After the Rain. The first fanfic I ever read was Mordant.
And I cocked it up.
Well, not really. But I didn’t get the spirit of the vote campaigning/swapping/peer pressuring until I actually looked at the comments. Which I did just now and which was far too late. Sort of skipped over a bunch of fandoms I didn’t know about. Whatever.
Since Eleven has narrowly knocked out Ten, I will now focus all my efforts on this guy. YOU KNOW HE WOULD TOTALLY DEDUCE ALL THE COMPETITION INTO THE GROUND. (unless they’re strangling him, that seems to happen a lot)
Recently marathoned DW Series 5 and, after ceasing comparisons in my mind, found it fairly enjoyable. I still feel a sort of… disconnect within it, but look forward to the next series.
Anyway, what really broke down my dislike of Eleven was that during this rewatch- hold on. I better explain.