Maybe I've seen too much Doctor Who, but having just finished reading the Outlander series my headcanon look for Brianna Fraser is similar to a young Catherine Tate.
Am I he only one who thinks that Desert Bluffs is one of the countless alternate Night Vales that’s just been warped and broken by the Smiling God? Just me? Okay.
Alec Hardy remembers and dreams about drowning as much if not more than actually carrying Pipa’s body and that affects me A LOT.
Being an adult means first reading Sam's "Well, I'm back." quote at the end of LOTR as a ten year old and thinking it's a weird stupid ending, and then reading it again as a 24 year old and crying because it's the most beautiful perfect ending ever written in the history of literature.
Jenny ran into the mysterious woman quite by accident in the streets of the planet Earth, which she had learned through her various journeys that her father often frequented. It was a busy, curious place, this third rock from the sun, and she thought maybe she could understand why he liked it so much.
“Oh! Excuse me, seems I lost track of where my feet were going. Entirely my fault.”
The woman was dressed rather oddly, with a long lilac-colored overcoat and a dark shirt with suspenders. But it was the large eyes staring back at her that caught her attention the most. They were old. Incredibly old. Old, and wise, and shining with an inner fire that Jenny instantly recognized.
And the woman seemed to know she would run into Jenny, because she quite simply held out a hand and handed her a bouquet of flowers.
“Violets,” she explained. “They represent remembrance. And I never forgot about you for a day, Jenny.”
An electric shock seemed to shiver down Jenny’s spine. It would be too cliche to ask how this woman knew her name; besides, she began to suspect she knew already. She barely dared to hope. It should be impossible.
Shouldn’t it?
“Who are you?” She asked anyway, because those eyes were too familiar even if they weren’t the deep brown she remembered.
And the woman smiled, a wide unfettered smile. “I’m the Doctor.”
I guess I don’t mind David Tennant playing Crowley but I’m just confused as to why they have him be ginger when in the book it CLEARLY STATES that he’s supposed to have dark hair.
This is seriously the funniest thing I've read in a very long time. Stories like these makes you rethink your desire to be an editor.
I’ll never not be amused by the fact that I can drop the words “crucifix nail nipples” into a conversation and some of you who have been with me since the livejournal days will join me in the flashbacks, screaming and crying all the way.
David Tennant - DI Alec Hardy / The Doctor
Olivia Colman - Ellie Miller / Prisoner Zero
Eve Myles - Claire Ashworth / Gwen Cooper (Torchwood)
Arthur Darvill - Paul Coates / Rory Williams
Jonathan Bailey - Oliver Stevens / Psy
Just listened to a much-garbled but still understandable recording of Queen Victoria speaking. As someone historically interested, the thing that saddens me most is the fact that we'll never know what these people sounded like. Did Abraham Lincoln really sound as high-pitched as contemporary accounts said he did? What was it like to hear Harriet Tubman speak? There's a few seconds of silent video of Anne Frank, but what did she sound like? Every so often I find myself looking up videos of people like Eva Peron and I listen to her speak and she's alive to me in a way a lot of these people aren't and it's all because I can listen to her voice.
These guys are brilliant and my favorite Shakespeare to watch. Definitely worth the laughs.