
- Charlotte Rampling found at Quixotando

and a birthday to celebrate tomorrow – which will dictate the t-shirt I will don in the morning, regardless of it being Superbowl Sunday and regardless of actually *going* to a Superbowl party. There are some things that outrank the Superbowl…
Like almost anything in the world.
Even clowns outrank the Superbowl, and especially if tomorrow’s birthday girl can protect me from them.
I love the smell of Whoplastic when I get home.
To wit:



I even love the potential for the smell of Whoplastic, whenever it may arrive:




L I Z!!!

<3

P.R.O.B.E.

Anyone for tennis?

Liz and the Third Doctor from Dimensions in Time. Frankly, there was far too much of everyone else (yes, even my beloved Sarah! Jane!) and they all cut in to Liz’s screentime.

Who doesn’t love polka dots? Who doesn’t love Liz? Who doesn’t love Liz wearing polka dots?

Liz and her magic polka dots.

Liz Shaw and Bessie. And Six. <3 <3 and not so much <3, in that order.

I’m not a huge River fan, but she could definitely grow on me. I mean, look: I Could. Not. Stand. Liz the first time I saw her (ummm, Inferno, anyone? With alt-universe scary Section Leader Elizabeth Shaw and her scarier wig?) and good Lord, it took me forever to even sort of like Jo. Dare I even admit to thinking Sarah! Jane! a bit ridiculous in the first couple of serials I watched?
And now, all three ladies have won me over to the point of absolute distraction.
So. There’s a strong possibility of total River love some day, though it will never be equal to or greater to the Liz, Jo, and Sarah! Jane! love that absolutely rules my world.
(via whospam)

Captain Yates (very bonkers) and Bessie (very yellow). D’ya think Yates ended up President of Bonkersville eventually?