Lady Luna of Crossovers
I really love Doctor Who, Torchwood, Harry Potter, Stargate (SG1 and Atlantis), Dollhouse, and Firefly, and there's always a chance of finding something I reblogged about any of these things. I'm very, very fond of Fanfiction, and particularily crossovers, so there may be frequent mentions of said fanfiction and crossovers. I write fanfictions, which can be found here: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/1019291/Elizabeth_M_Kelli I also do some art, so it'll be posted as I feel they are good, and worthy of sharing. I paint, sketch, use chalk pastels, and I've recently started using digital media (photoshop).
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thefourteenthdoctor:

TARDIS exteriors: 1963-2013




obstinatecondolement:

do-you-have-a-flag:

g-erti:

Every Series, Every Episode!

StarTrek.com has made every episode available for streaming on their website! (and there doesn’t seem to be any indication that its only temporary!)

Have a series you’ve been meaning to watch? Can’t afford Netflix? No problem! Go forth; all of Star Trek is now at your disposal!

quietly slips this to any interested followers of mine

Guuuuys, watch Star Trek with meeeee.




a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE

a-cumberbatch-of-cookies:

cloudwatchingangels:

fionapondwilliams:

prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:

Asylum Waiting Room of the Big Three.

it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here

Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.

Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.

Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.

A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”

“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.

“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”

Supernatural gurgled something quietly.

“No, I won’t forget the pie.”

I SWEAR TO GOD TUMBLR NEVER FUCKING CHANGE




alltsunandnodere:

agayofgays:

I FUCKING FIGURED IT OUT

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THE ‘THE’ IS SIDEWAYS, RIGHT?

BECAUSE YOU READ THE THE WITH ALL THREE OF THE PHRASES

‘IMAGINE THE SKY’

‘HOW IS THE SKY’

‘TOUCH THE SKY’

IT’S STILL FUCKING STUPID BUT I FIGURED IT THE FUCK OUT

YOU ARE A FUCKING GOD AMONG MEN.




oregon-orgasm:

wugs:

Rock bottom is when youtube comments are more intelligent than your government.

^ That

oregon-orgasm:

wugs:

Rock bottom is when youtube comments are more intelligent than your government.

^ That




the-vashta-nerada:

it is the 50th anniversary. clara asks the doctor why he chose the name “the doctor”.

john hurt appears out of nowhere and says “the wand chooses the wizard, mr. potter. it’s not always clear why”. he then turns into the great dragon and flies away

the screen turns black

that’s the episode




AND THUS THE COLLECTIVE HAITUS OF THE BIG 3 BEGINS 

eatsleepcrap:

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cloysterbell:

martincrief:

TOMORROW IS THE 23RD OF NOVEMBER ISN’T IT?

#if we reblog this every day for the next six months eventually it will be true 




Fandoms so far 




light-houseinthedark:

wholet:

valiantchild:

CLARA HAS BEEN IN THE DOCTOR’S LIFE LONGER THAN THE TARDIS

THAT’S WHY SEXY DIDN’T TRUST HER

SHE REMEMBERED CLARA EVEN THOUGH THE DOCTOR DIDN’T

SHE KNEW SOMETHING WAS WRONG

SHE WAS PROTECTING HIM

wait theres a character in doctor who called sexy







Everyone in the Doctor Who fandom, reblog. 

merwholockianhead:

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Headcanon accepted




hello, sweetie.: Why I think we'll see River again 

savvyliterate:

I think this is when the Doctor finally comes to terms with River’s death, the guilt over what happened at the Library, and his feelings for her. He knows he can see her again if he chooses, because she implies it. Spoilers. Yes, that can be that River is letting the Doctor…




I have a bad feeling about this...: dealanexmachina: delladilly: so here is the thing about ariel, is that... 

dealanexmachina:

delladilly:

so here is the thing about ariel, is that she always dreams of being on land with feet, is explicitly canonically unhappy with her body & choices way before meeting prince eric. ariel wants to read and learn and dance and stand for herself. she has…