Brb, being killed by muse.

ps, rude_not_ginger totally enabled me to do the IC Superlatives meme. Yes, posting in large fonts and bright colours makes me feel vaguely guilty.

Martha takes shelter under the table, something she will never actually admit to later on, should anybody ask. (Though, as the walls are coming down around her in great chunks of plaster and dust, under the table seems like a perfectly safe place to be - the general across from her seems to think so, too. Twenty-first century UNIT obviously ( Read more... )

So, ah, since I'm the only person here who celebrates and/or doesn't hate Christmas, the mun included, I've been nominated to wish everybody a very happy Christmas.

- No, Master, giving yourself Christmas presents doesn't count. Yes, I'm sure. Especially when it entails torturing the Doctor or killing people ( Read more... )

A conversation with rude_not_ginger, inspired by this comment about Martha's knickers going missing in the wash, and Ten using them to keep his hair from getting dirty while he works under the console.

( Ten's vanity needs an LJ cut to contain it )

"Was that Abraham Lincoln on a segway?" Jack asks, looking at Martha and Ianto ( Read more... )

( The very secret diary of Martha Jones )

Xx Derogative xX (22:33): Prompt: Martha gets ice cream and it's her favourite and has sprinkles and no angst happens due to ice cream.
Xx Derogative xX (22:33): And she doesn't get brain freeze either.

"They've got the best ice cream on Oona," the Doctor insists, dragging her out of the TARDIS and into a blue snowdrift ( Read more... )

Note: I blame this crack on jet lag. >_> And all you people who encouraged me and told me to post it. Sorry there isn't more Five and A!Master in kilts. Will link relevant pictures when Ihave time.

( wherein Martha visits Edinburgh and enjoys a spot of musical theatre )

Martha's rummaging through a storage room on the TARDIS, thoroughly covering herself in several centuries' worth of dust in the process, when she comes across a slender wooden box that looks remarkably, well, normal. There's no alien carvings, no hidden mechanisms, and when she lifts the wood to sniff it, it smells faintly of cedar. She runs her ( Read more... )

"Muffins," Martha repeats incredulously as the Doctor cranes his neck up at the shelf to look at the mixes. "You're going to catch the Master with muffins." They're in the middle of a perfectly normal Sainsburys in Chiswick, the Master is on the loose and trying to find Donna for whatever reason, and the Doctor thinks that it's a good time for ( Read more... )