Timelord Doll

I just had a Lavender London Fog it was scrumptious!! Definitely recommend it for a non-coffee beverage.

A fanfiction where the fourth Doctor, Sarah Jane Smith, and Harry Sullivan meet the weeping angels. (Final will be posted on ao3)

"Doctorrrr... Doctor!! Where are we goinggg? I'm hoping somewhere fun this time. I'm becoming sick of fearing for my life." Sarah Jane Smith pouted while leaning against the inner wall of the TARDIS, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes.

"Now that's just a part of the job, dear Sarah. Adventuring.. yet at a cost. But yes, I am taking you somewhere you may consider 'fun'," the Doctor leaned back from the control console to give Sarah a toothy smile.

"If there's either a war or a strange fleshy alien, that isn't my idea of fun," Harry Sullivan leaned over the control panel looking at the many buttons and switches, "What do all of these do anyway?"

"Well, now that one makes a silly squeaking noise, that one makes a boing noise, and that one dispenses mustard."

"You've got to be joking... right?" Sarah Jane stepped out from her corner to stare at the center console.