Tune in tomorrow for more adventures of Steve: time-travelling Telegraph Tory!

Time - the experience of length of time is imagined linear but the charting of the time passing is circular - the clock, the months, the year/orbit.

And so not surprisingly in the words of Dr.Who: “People assume that time is a strict progression of cause to effect, but actually from a non-linear, non-subjective viewpoint - it’s more like a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time-y wimey… stuff.”

Am I the only one who thinks that if Edward wasn’t killed, Connor wouldn’t have been born? If Edward had lived to tell Haytham about his Assassin destiny, long story short, a lot of things would have been different. Haytham would have never met Ziio, and thus Connor wouldn’t have been born. [Am I still making sense here?]

Timey Wimey| Open

Scott was sitting play video games because the ten year old had nothing better to do on a Saturday while his mom was at work. The babysitter was in the kitchen making him lunch. He nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw someone suddenly appear in front of him. “Who-who are you?” He asked but they did not reply in English they mutter something in a foreign language and there was a bright light. Scott covered his eyes. When the light disappeared he let his hand fall down and looked around. He was in the woods now. How’d he get there?  He wasn’t even sure if he knew the way home from here. He heard twigs snapping and he ran to hide behind a tree. He had no clue where he was or why he was there. 


Yes, let’s just imagine Doctor Who is the first form of communication aliens receive from us, and they actually send us back their tales of the Doctor (because the Doctor actually exists), and suppose the Doctor does save us from Cybermen and Daleks and stuff but we just keep on forgetting…Timey-wimey stuff.

Huge thank you to everyone who has drawn, written, participated, and cheered on JackRabbit Easter Week 2015! Hope you had a fun time doing it. 

 If you didn’t finish by today, that’s okay, will still keep reblogging whenever you get a chance to post! If you have posted something and I haven’t reblogged it yet, please drop me a note, I haven’t missed it on purpose, honest! 

 And now, much like Jack and Bunny there, I think it’s time for a nap. ^__^

anonymous asked:

Would you be willing to write a bit more on the Cartson Time Travel fic?

(Absolutely. Quick recap for those joining us: Peggy and Jack have been sent to the future where Natasha is helping them out. Tony walked into a room and called them Aunt Peggy and Uncle Jack. Both are very confused by this)

“So I can understand you calling me Aunt Peggy if you’re Howard’s son, but why are you referring to Agent Thompson as Uncle Jack?”

“You can say he’s a, erm, friend of the family.”

“I become a friend of Stark’s?” Jack scoffed as Peggy elbowed him. “What’ll you say next, that me and Carter are married?”

Send me a ship and a sentence and I’ll write the next five

The Doctor’s Princess

Thalestris, Themiscyra

( + thedoctornumber11 )

The capital of Themiscyra was as busy as ever, Diana stood on the steps talking with a scholar when the princess’s ears caught an unfamiliar sound. Excusing herself from the conversation she wandered toward the palace courtyard where she found a strange blue box materializing. With haste, palace guards assembled with swords drawn while Diana stood with one hand ready to knock on the door.