Especially relevant.
Yes. So much yes.
David Allen: Getting Things Done
Reader Submission: Title by Sean Collins
Yep.
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“Good librarians are natural intelligence operatives. They possess all of the skills and characteristics required for that work: curiosity, wide-ranging knowledge, good memories, organization and analytical aptitude, and discretion.”
― Marilyn Johnson, This Book Is Overdue!
Doctor Who: “50th Anniversary” - Ultimate Cinema Trailer (1963 Onwards)
Fantastic.
Chills. Just… chills.
Nota Bene: I have several unfinished projects. I’m too impatient, I want anything to be made quick, and ‘quick’ never works with ‘really fine’. So I have to remind you that most of the stuff I post here is SKETCHES. And, again – don’t throw things at me for leaving blank eyes, it’s just my personal issue. Thankyouverymuch, passing to the actual comment…
People on Tumblr used to have jokes about agent Coulson aka son ofCoolCoul being capable of murder via manila folder. What can I say… PEOPLE, DON’T KID WITH THIS MAN. Most of you have already seen “A Funny Thing That Happened On The Way to Thor’s Hammer”. Excuse my caps lock, but HE POLITELY DISABLES ARMED DUDES WITH A PACK OF FLOUR. And doughnuts… they practically represent his dangerous ambivalence (dark, light… whatever, BOTH!)))
I couldn’t resist, okay?!
I just had to make this one. A quick doodle, yes, but I needed to share the idea.))
Also, Loki & kittens… ASSEMBLE.
The music I share in this very case is relevant, again…
[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]
Words.
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after everything {dw; companions} (by moxikix)
Just lovely (although I’d love to see some Classic companion moments integrated in, too.
Trying to pick my favorite Republican candidate is exactly like deciding which STD would be just right for me.
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He doesn’t want to do this. But he has to. The universes are dying - they are dying, again - and somehow, she is involved. Again.
He dials her number.
He takes a deep breath when the line engages. Just three words in Gallifreyan - three words and she’ll remember, three words and the clock will start ticking and he will have minutes, maybe less, to save her again.
But there’s no other way.
He hates this.
“Donna,” he says, I miss you, he thinks; then he rattles off the code that will slowly, painfully, but slowly unlock the part of her mind he sealed off so many months ago.
He can hear her breath catch on the other end of the line and he knows she would be yelling at him right now if all the memories and lost days and pure golden fire weren’t spilling like poison into her brain.
“Donna. Focus. Come back to me. Come back, please. Something’s wrong,” his words trip over his tongue, over themselves, “There’s no time to explain. Is anyone with you?”
“Doc-Doctor,” she starts, and he can hear the tears in her voice, “No. I’m all on my own.”
“Okay,” he tries to sound calm, “Just… wait for me. I’m coming to get you. I’ll be there in a heartbeat, once I get out of here. Two seconds.” Less, he promises himself, less if he can help it when he gets back to the TARDIS. No margin for error. Not this time.
He waits an eternity, one heartbeat then another, and he tries not to cry when he presses her, urgently, “Donna. Trust me. Please.”
“Okay,” she manages, through gritted teeth, and he knows how hard she is fighting to keep the rush of memories and pain from destroying her completely, “I will. But hurry, Doctor. Please. Hurry.” [x]
