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Matt: Our Doctors seem to get on quite well
David: I think they do, yeah.
video: Matt and David Behind the scenes of the Doctor Who 50th Anniversary Special
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I was playing Raoul in Phantom Of The Opera and it was the 1st managers scene in Act 1. I had to storm on stage and sing and chunk of dialogue demanding I know the whereabouts of Christine, after I’ve received an insulting letter from the Phantom. I stormed around the stage singing for 5 minutes (Which is an eternity on stage) and eventually came to a stop, as someone else was singing. At this point I looked down and see there is toilet tissue stuck to the bottom of my shoe and it trails for about 2 feet. I was so embarrassed. It was as if Raoul was on the toilet reading the letter and jumped off the seat storming into the manager’s office. Gave a whole new twist on the scene. The rest of the scene was played trying to get the tissue off. I laughed a lot, as did everyone else who saw
Source: somewhereoverthebarricade
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Clara Oswald, “The Name of the Doctor”
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Photoset reblogged from we drove on towards death in the cooling twilight with 18,631 notes
This little scene broke my heart. The girl who believed in nargles, in wrackspurts and blibbering humdingers, has become the girl who believed no more.
i tHINK IM GOING TO START CRYING NW
Source: mudsblood
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AU Dramione: EWE- Draco and Hermione were childhood friends
She watched him walk away, her hand still fisted around her wand, wanting to both scream and hurl herself at him as well as run the other way, convinced there was no distance far enough from him that she could possibly be. She could be oceans and time differences away and the way he’d looked at her, with such hate that seemed to simmer from the very marrow in his bones, would haunt her forever. I can’t believe this is really you, her heart achingly wept. That this is the you, now.
They had taken such a beautiful flawed boy and turned him into an unfeeling man that talked to her as if he’d never seen the sun rise once in his life. Like he’d been born in darkness. Like being cruel was the only way he knew how to be. -Vows by attica
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