SO I WAS FUCKING TALKING WITH MY DAD AND
dragons came back
killed all the rich people and took their money for their horde
and then if you needed money
you would just challenge the dragon to a riddle duel
and both of us ended up agreeing that riddle duels with dragon bankers would somehow be a much fairer, less frustrating economic system than we have now
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Most Adorable Prop Ever. Sherlock’s Foot Fetish.
We know it’s Sherlock’s sketch because it’s displayed in 221b before John ever moves in. It’s in ASiP and all episodes of S2.
(There are bare Sherlock feet in ACD’s “The Sign of Four.”)
Hazel and Augustus + looking at each other
What was your fondest memory of working with Karen?
Matt: Oh god, there’s so many. Because for me and Karen, we sort of met, and—did any of you see she tweeted a photo of us at our first camera test, did any of you see that? And I can’t tell you how nervous we were. And we look it, in the photo, we’re like, “oh my god, what’s happening, everyone’s telling us that we’re in Doctor Who, people are meant to like us and everyone loves David and Catherine and please don’t hate us…” And so going on that journey was sort of amazing.