{ celebrations! }

Well, it's Tuesday where I am.

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Happy Birthday xdavid!

{ in which the flist kills M. }

Decisions and Revisions by daygloparker.

In the square where they parked the TARDIS, they sit on a bench and the Doctor names the constellations in his language. Except Rose is sure that he's just teasing her, because not even a race of a 900-year-old time traveling aliens could name something The Dancing Goat.

Wednesdays by ivinunna.

Martin, because of some flaw in his personality, begged for more. After the bar episode, he’d dragged Danny kicking and screaming into a quasi-dysfunctional-not-really-kind-of-sort-of-relationship, and as of now Danny can’t even breathe.

I think between time travelling, body-changing, dancing Time Lord doctors and angsty, psychologically tested FBI agents, my flist is obviously out to kill me dead.