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distaffgospels:

After seeing the posts from Dallas Comic Con today posted by the lovely merindab, I am considering going to one myself at some point. The last time I attended a science fiction convention was in (counts on fingers) 1982. It was very cool—I met Douglas Adams, Harlan Ellison and Jim Henson and saw props from the upcoming Star Wars movie (still called “Return of the Jedi” rather than “Revenge of the Jedi)—but I haven’t been back to once since.

So, question—if it’s a Comic con that covers mainly comics and science fiction, can I still go dressed as Nanny Ogg? Is comic fantasy allowed?

You can totally go as that. I’ve seen Ford and Arthur, Radagast and Gandalf… a Spaceball and Sims. Reallly anything goes. Might not get recognized, but by all means, dress what you want.

Also I am totally jealous you got to meet that lineup of people! My parents took me a Doctor Who convention in 1986 and I recall seeing I think Tom Baker from a distance, but we didn’t wait in line for autographs or anything.

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willietheplaidjacket:

prettyarbitrary:

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bbcatemypumpkinspice:

like imagine a younger more trusting john lying with sholto in the dark and whispering to him about wanting to be with him forever and like making plans for their future

#jolto#oh my heart#I would dearly love some flashbacks to a pre-broken John

Willie’s tags just make this that much worse.  Pre-broken John.

They’re on leave and tangled in mosquito netting.  The hair of James’ leg is soft where it slides along John’s inner thigh.  They’re spent and hot and sweaty, but with the night as sultry as it is, there’s no point in rolling away, so John lies draped half across James’ broad blond-furred chest, with one strong arm holding him in place.

The soft stroke of fingertips across his shoulder gives him courage.  “We could get a civil partnership.”

James turns his head, startled.  The fingertips stop their caresses, but they cup John’s shoulder comfortingly.  Still, John can’t bring himself to raise his voice.  He’s not…proposing.  But.  He’s never met anyone like James, and he knows he never will again.  “We’re both career.  We’d be apart sometimes.  But…”  He trails the pads of his fingers down James’ arm.  The sentiment’s wedged somewhere in his throat.  Maybe thinking it hard is good enough.

Maybe it is, because James hums speculatively and his fingers begin to stroke at his shoulder again.  When John tilts his head to look up at him, James’ smile is like a sunbeam.

They’re not either of them good at talking, but John thinks, as James kisses and rolls with him in the tangle of bedsheets and mosquito netting, that this works well too.

*whispers excitedly* yes

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beccyorange:

bunnies-or-midgets:

OMG

I just realized that Rose is stuck for the rest of her life with a man who occasionally talks like Donna Noble

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I DIDNT THINK ABOUT THAT UNTIL I SAW THIS POST OMG