David Tennant reacts to his tribute video @ National Television Awards 2015


Gintama + the “main” characters’ first appearance/line (according to the manga)


Behind the Scenes of The Poison Sky / The Sontaran Stratagem (Part Three)

Excerpts from the DVD Commentary with David Tennant, Russell T. Davies, and producer Susie Liggat:

DT: It’s funny how the weirdest things can be very difficult.  That bit where I chuck that gun away, which has to look terribly carefree, careless, and yet throwing a gun away is so difficult because it’s an expensive prop

RTD: Yeah, yeah

DT: …that you can’t afford to break or scratch.  So to toss it away with such elan, you have to have fourteen people holding up duvets and cushions, desperately trying to catch this gun before it scratches itself or something else.

SL: I think Phil is an ex-rugby player or something because he’s got pretty safe hands, hasn’t he?

DT: Phil Shellard the grand-master of props

SL: He’s a legend

DT: I broke that [the device the Doctor makes in Rattigan’s lab].  There’s a Phil Shellard story!  The first time I did that, hitting that thing with a hammer, the prop broke in two.

RTD: [ laughs loudly ]

DT: And Phil Shellard mended it in about 30 seconds to go for another take.

SL: He was amazing.

DT: And you can’t tell.  Maybe if you freeze-frame you can just see a hairline crack, but I bet you can’t.  Oh you can!  Just at the bottom, see?

RTD: Oh yeah, look there!

DT: Below the red switch.

RTD: You vandal.

DT: Sorry 

A big “thank you!!” to everyone who shares set photos

Additional parts of this photoset: [ one ] [ two
The rest of the behind-the-scenes photosets are available [ here ]


Serena’s ecstatic reaction to kissing Bernie


You know what happens to his wives; everyone knows what happens!

women of the tudors - part 1: queen consorts of england

All I can tell you is this. Some hearts break from grief and some from joy. Some even break from love. But hearts break because they are too small to contain the gifts life gives us. Your task will be to let your heart grow large enough not to break.
—  When Women Were Warriors by Catherine M Wilson
  • [The backline after a mishap during the game]
  • Becky: We, we gotta get out of here!
  • Julie: Yeah! Thank you, Catherine obvious!
  • Kelley: What?
  • Julie: I said thank you Catherine obvious.
  • Kling: Did she say Catherine Obvious?
  • Kelley: It’s captain obvious.
  • Julie: Huh?
  • Becky: The expression is “Thank you CAPTAIN obvious”.
  • Julie: It’s not Catherine?
  • Kelley: No…
  • Kling: Who would Catherine be?

she had a taste of royalty up in their sheet metal dungeon, it still leaves a bitterness in her throat to this day
when her chains are cut free and he is desperate to forge order out of the iron and chaos, she runs her fingers through the dirt and he picks up the debris that fell with them
‘whatever the hell we want’ he offers from his calloused palms and the 100 cannot help but fall in love for the first time.

so she whispers, ‘be careful, boy king. one day you’re going to trip on your promises and find yourself unable to get back up’
he smirks, she sees the lightning beneath his bones beginning to crack through his numb sermons
he chokes, ‘brave princess’ and a metallic aroma seeps through her lungs and dries out her mouth

she tries to hold onto her throne, her fingers cold and white and desperate but gold still seeps from her fists, dripping onto the broken and damned
he tries to reach for the stars and cuts himself on the edges
and now they are falling falling falling onto the battlefield they have no choice but to call home
his hands are caked in stardust and blood and they won’t stop shaking but he still fires the trigger anyways; be careful, boy king
his hands won’t stop shaking but they still over hers.

‘Clarke,’ he begs, a question, an answer, a prayer, a promise.
a promise. a promise. a promise. be careful, boy king
the storm flashes in his eyes, her crown drops to the ground
she presses her lips against his cheek
the thunder beneath his skin ceases, her demons stop singing

may we meet again

the taste of blood is back on her tongue.

—  the tragedy of wolves, c.p. 

Oh Elly, here’s Larry looking at you with his eyes almost begging you to ask him about doing a very specific favor and what do YOU do? You dither for another three episodes until pretty much the last possible second and when you finally make up your mind you still don’t really make up your mind because…actually, why is that?  You want it.  He wants it.  So why WHY why all the angst?