Some of the things I post are not made by me. I will credit the source in every post. The portrait photo for this Tumblr was made by reversingpolarity.
Overviews of stories and the shippiness in each.
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'What's that? That constellation?'
'Which one?' Ian squinted at the yellow specks .'Monoceros, you mean?'
'Monoceros,' Barbara repeated the word haltingly, as if tasting it. 'The unicorn'
'Not one of the classicals,' noted Ian, 'You'd need quite an imagination to find any sort of horse in that.' He smiled. 'I suspect foal play.'
'You do realise I'm about as old now as you-know-who.' They never mentioned the Doctor outright; a part of their 'back to normality' routine Barbara had insisted on, and one they'd never quite grown out of. 'And about as dotty. You should've heard me today -' [Ian] grabbed the lapels of his tweed jacket, put on a stern, professorial voice - 'Pass me the star charts, Ribonson - er, Robinson. Yes, thank you my boy.' He took the charts from his briefcase, still play-acting. 'Now, Canis Minor, wasn't it? Oh,Major, you say? Major who, hmm?'