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book cover for the year of intelligent tigers

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the scott bakula brainrot is real

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himbo starfleet captain and his cute dog

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tfw ur girlfriend is a cat

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❤️❤️➕🦋

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“Straddling the big barrel torso of the animal, perched on his ribcage with one leg on either side, was the thin and pale-faced form of the Doctor. He had something in his hand, and was repeatedly bringing it down on the gigantic beast’s head. At least, that was Lisa-Beth’s first impression.

When she moved a little further into the room, past the staring, unmoving figures of Fitz and Anji, she saw that he was actually assaulting the ape’s thick neck. Whatever he was holding in his hand, it was sharp. He was hammering the object into the animal’s throat, and even Lisa-Beth admitted to finding the sight alarming, as if there were something bestial about the Doctor himself.”

- Doctor Who: The Adventuress of Henrietta Street

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fanmade book cover for seeing i

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what do you want paul? 🎶

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and i’m proud to announce that he retweeted it on twitter so i’m glad that he’s seen it hahaha

a poodle from mad dogs and englishmen

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a poodle from mad dogs and englishmen

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power!!

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bluestar’s death

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redraw of this:

yes, this was a ploy to draw paul mcgann shirtless (although i love zagreus), and no, i have no idea how muscular the man actually is i didn’t look 👀

zagreus

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zagreus

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this is how the scene’s gonna go, right?

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a thylacine on kunanyi/mt wellington

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‘The Doctor stared milkily at the insects, whirling like a cloud of memories, just out of reach. Then, without warning, he crumpled into a hug.

[Sam] felt her whole body tighten up, in a fight or fly spasm. But she held onto him nonetheless, arms sliding across his back, mouth murmuring things that weren’t quite words.

More of the butterflies were marching off her shoulders and arms and on to him. She could feel the feather touches in her own hair, the current they carried as they flitted back and forth between the two of them.

She could almost see the marble of his skin softening to flesh tones as she watched, as if he was drawing their colour straight into himself. His arms were tightening around her, as though acknowledging she was there, real and solid.

The butterflies were a whirlwind, scattered pieces of rainbow spiralling around them everywhere they looked.’

- Doctor Who: Seeing I