Jamie!
Lady, with a baby and the dude that helped me make her.
(weekend adventures or: pictures from my life.)
IRL, social media for a brand you maybe know.
(if you do, keep it quiet, this place is for kissing.)
Likes: attractive people making out.
Likes: skinny boys in skinny clothes.
Dogs > Cats, hands down.
cereal on lj; main fic archive, sort of, plus there's:
- my Doctor Who fanfic master list
- my fic tag on Tumblr
- and fic tennis, co-written with gallifreyburning including:
- Gallifrey Records Master Post
Apparently I also occasionally make gifs and image things sometimes now, they're here.
Things that tell you a lot about me, probably:
- tattoos! ( Gryffindor + TRON + Buzz Lightyear!)
- that time we dressed the baby up as our TARDIS.
- (now a sock monkey-TARDIS).
- Greendale Graduate Baby.
- that time the boyfriend proposed in front of a dinosaur at the American Museum of Natural History.
- these intro posts, i guess.

Fic Tennis: Gallifrey Records - Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Ceremony, Part 2/2, Finished.

As per usual, fic tennis has run long, so we’ve started a new section. Part one wraps up here. You can savior “fic tennis” if you’re skipping this ceremony.

To catch up on Doctor/Master backstory there’s Part 1 and Part 2.

(Jamie’s Note on the Final Section: Got a little bit adult here! Use your judgment!)

Prompt/photo credit to Nili/winterinthetardis because there was a guy there and he’s gone now.

Rose’s face is scrunched, whether in anger or disgust, the Doctor can’t quite tell. Both, probably. But whether some of that is at him, for not acting, for not stepping in, for not explaining beforehand, that’s the real stumper.

Monday April 30, 2012

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gallifrey records fic tennis this fic felt like a roller coaster in an awesome way so here's some fluff for sticking with us and learning to love the master like we do well i hope you did anyway if you didn't please let me know and i'll provide you with approximately 900 pictures of john simm's face that might really seal it