n. (1) the act of assessing something to be worthless. (2) a cute name for a pretentious, sarcastic young woman's tumblr.
This link leads to the complete collection of all my dubious Doctor Who Fanfiction.
Which is slowly being transferred to Archive of Our Own.
Hypothetically, I am a comic artist, seamstress, writer, and animator; but mostly I sit about drinking tea, watching Dr. Who, and fostering my delusions of being British. Because, as we all know, in England and indeed all of the British isles, they just sit around drinking tea and watching Dr. Who all day. What? You think otherwise? When was the last time you were in England?
I said I wouldn't get a tumblr. Shows what I know.
Imagine the Brigadier arriving at UNIT HQ one day to discover that all of his employees are sporting false mustaches.
Jo, sporting a particularly grand sandy mustache, greets the Brig with a cheery “Good morning!” The Brig barely has time to shake his head at her when he hears the sound of a scuffle and sees Benton and Yates attempting to force a particularly silly silver ‘stache onto the upper lip of an unwilling Doctor.
You know this had to have happened.
This is a work of art. Now someone just needs to draw it.
No, this wasn’t just a one-time occurence.
This happened frequently.
Like, it became a bit of a thing… The Brig actually got kinda used to it.
But then one day they realised it had all gone to far, when…
Jon Pertwee could fly under his own power.
I believe it. Spread his Inverness coat and watch him go.
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History is moving pretty quickly these days,
and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts.