001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:
- Favorite character:
- Least Favorite character:
- 5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):
- Character I find most attractive:
- Character I would marry:
- Character I would be best friends with:
- A random thought:
- An unpopular opinion:
- My canon OTP:
- Non-canon OTP:
- Most badass character:
- Pairing I am not a fan of:
- Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):
- Favourite friendship:
002 | send me a ship and I will tell you:
- when or if I started shipping it.
- my thoughts:
- What makes me happy about them:
- What makes me sad about them:
- Things done in fanfic that annoys me:
- Things I look for in fanfic:
- My kinks:
- Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:
- My happily ever after for them:
003 | Give me a character & I will tell you
- How I feel about this character:
- All the people I ship romantically with this character:
- My non-romantic OTP for this character:
- My unpopular opinion about this character:
- One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:
- My OTP:
- My OT3:
At that moment the Doctor suddenly sprang into action. He grabbed the Catalyser Filter Programme Panel which was still tucked under Harry’s arm. ‘Just what I need,’ he cried. ‘Just as well you didn’t throw it away, Harry.’
Harry looked disappointed. ‘But I was going to put that on the mantelpiece next to all my rowing trophies…’ he grumbled.
Sarah gave Harry a sharp prod. ‘If we don’t get the TARDIS back, Harry,’ she hissed, ‘you’ll never see your precious knick-knacks again.’
"Museums help preserve our past, Sky. They’re fascinating places. You’ll see."
It was about eight o’clock when the bell rang one night. Sadie had just gone down, Brian was working at the Bristol Old Vic and I was shattered. Oh God, who’s that? I thought.
And it was Ian. It says a lot for how much I loved him that he didn’t get the door slammed in his face. He was as happy and bubbly as ever but he’d changed quite a bit during my pregnancy. He’d bulked up a lot at the gym, which I didn’t think was very healthy for an acute diabetic, but he wasn’t there to talk about himself - he was just desperate to get a peep at Sadie.
‘Oh, Ian, she’s just gone down!’
‘Let me pop in, Lis, I’d love to see her.’
You’ve never seen such a big man creep so silently. He was up there for quite a few minutes, just watching Sadie sleep - I loved him for that.
Elisabeth Sladen: The Autobiography
[Elisabeth Sladen on the second to last time she saw Ian Marter before he died]
If only I hadn’t done all that rowing at medical school.
Harry Sullivan, Doctor Who and the Sontaran Experiment by Ian Marter
Harry complaining about his muscular shoulders when he’s in a tight squeeze