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thisbluespiritFirst, an absolutely lovely multi-era DW vid, following companions after they've left the Doctor. It brightened my day yesterday, so here's passing it on to you all if you haven't already caught it:
The vid post for it is here. It's a joyous thing, but the best bit is the Brigadier, obviously.
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And two more![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
runaway_tales:
The Past Is Neither Dead Nor Distant (PG, 5182 words. Edward Iveson/Julia Graves.) Julia doesn’t like strangers in the house (or mushroom soup), and Edward doesn’t want to talk about his mother. It all comes down to much the same thing, in the end.
And this, which I had far too much fun making (it's technically an art piece, but actually fic in the shape of letters):
Wolves at the Door (and Other Unlikely Tales) (All ages, art. Edward Iveson.) That time the summer term was one unlikely calamity after another (at least, according to Edward).
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If I'm a little erratic about commenting for a while, bear with me. At this point in August I seem to suffer from stress (summer is a month too long, apparently, and the strain turns into stress just about... now; so it's been for the past three years & at least this year I went "aha!" and stopped before things got worse), so until I feel a little better (which will be very soon! maybe even today!), I shall focus on the creative things.
Take care. ♥
The vid post for it is here. It's a joyous thing, but the best bit is the Brigadier, obviously.
***
And two more
runaway_tales:The Past Is Neither Dead Nor Distant (PG, 5182 words. Edward Iveson/Julia Graves.) Julia doesn’t like strangers in the house (or mushroom soup), and Edward doesn’t want to talk about his mother. It all comes down to much the same thing, in the end.
And this, which I had far too much fun making (it's technically an art piece, but actually fic in the shape of letters):
Wolves at the Door (and Other Unlikely Tales) (All ages, art. Edward Iveson.) That time the summer term was one unlikely calamity after another (at least, according to Edward).
***
If I'm a little erratic about commenting for a while, bear with me. At this point in August I seem to suffer from stress (summer is a month too long, apparently, and the strain turns into stress just about... now; so it's been for the past three years & at least this year I went "aha!" and stopped before things got worse), so until I feel a little better (which will be very soon! maybe even today!), I shall focus on the creative things.
Take care. ♥