The Trout Daily Post #42 !
The VERY FIRST movie in which you can see Patrick Troughton. And look who’s in too: William Hartnell!
Escape (1948) - Yes, Pat was 28. Yes. YES. YES.And just because:
William Hartnell and Pat Troughton.
I WON’T post the movie.Just here two scenes:
I think it’s universally well known that the saddest part of everyone’s childhood was when Chuckie Finster didn’t have a mom to dance with
EXCUSE YOU
WE NEVER TALK ABOUT THIS EVEREVER
(Source: mancverboard)
I’m gonna drop an ask for Anna’s current condition and wait until Lex gets the chance to go on him
I haven’t eaten for like nine hours and I probably won’t for another nine and then not even then is that bad
“Fair enough.” He nodded, taking a sip of his coffee before tapping his fingertips against the plastic lid. “Did you land in here?”
“Funny thing, I don’t remember.” She tilts her head to the side thoughtfully. “I must have landed on my head and forgotten, which is odd, because usually I remember everything. All I remember is phasing out and suddenly I was in here talking to you.”
“So how did you get here, then?”
“Simple, this.” She points to a rather complicated looking device strapped to her wrist. “Takes me pretty much everywhere. I just tend not to go where I mean to go. It’s broken, you see.” She taps it and it sparks a bit. “It’s been burning my arm a bit, but I don’t really mind anymore. I’ve been meaning to fix it, but I usually get distracted.”
“You’re in the reception of Stark Tower, and it’s two thousand and thirteen.” He raised an eyebrow.
“Stark Tower?” She asks curiously, looking around. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of it.” She puts her hands in the pockets of her dress and clicked her heels a bit. ”Earth then. Two thousand thirteen, what an interesting year.” She smiles, not really noticing his expression.
When she turns her head to the side she winces a bit. “Och, I think I may have hit my head during transport.” She gently puts her hand to the back of her head and draws it back, looking without interest at the dark smudges of blood on her fingertips. “Oh well.” She puts her hand back in her pocket and continues to look around.
“The way you talk about memory, it’s as if you’re old. But really you’re so… young.” She sort of fades off a bit. She’s quiet for a moment. “I don’t see how it’s terribly important.”
She put her hands behind her back as she stepped into the TARDIS. The soft hum was welcoming. It had been a good twenty years since she had last stepped foot in a TARDIS, in her timeline anyway. It was nice to be back in one. “Oreo.” She said quietly to herself, the word unfamiliar on her tongue.
“No, an Oreo picnic sounds fantastic. Rather too late to pass up now.” She smiled. Hopefully she would remember ‘Oreo’ after today’s picnic. “I trust in your abilities, I’m sure you can by this incarnation.” she wrung her hands behind her back and smiled softly, in a somewhat reassuring manner. “It sounds wonderful.”
“I’m old, Anna. I s’pose we all are in the end.” he shrugged softly. He chuckled softly nd gave her a peck on the cheek. “Thank you Anna, but you put more trust in my piloting skills than I do in m’self” he smiled.
“You aren’t old, not really.” She says quietly. She puts her hands behind her back and rocks from toe to heel on her heels. “Oh, go on. You can do it brilliantly. It’s been several millions of years since I’ve last flown a TARDIS, so I fully believe that you’re at least more talented at it than I am. Do go on, now that you’ve mentioned those - what were they called? Oh yes, Oreo’s - I’m a wee bit hungry.” She smiles. “Wouldn’t want me to snack on lunch ahead of time, would you?”
David finally stopped poking Anna with a stick ans she sat up against the wall but she looks really sick…
“Evening.” She replies with a smile. “My name’s Anna.”
“Nice to meet you, Anna.”
“Likewise. If you wouldn’t mind so terribly much, could you enlighten me as to where I am? I’m guessing this isn’t Titan. My vortex manipulator is on the fritz, I do need to fix it. If you also wouldn’t mind, what year is it?”
I could torture myself and wear all dark long clothes when it’s supposed to be ninety tomorrow
Hallo! If you haven't met me, you may or may not be deprived.
