Made a Captain Jack plushie to add to the collection and finally finished my felt Tardis (wish I'd paid more attention to the size cause if I'd made it just a little bit bigger, it would be to scale for the plushies).



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Tags: art & crafts, doctor who, dolls, felt, plushies

I've been playing around with a couple different patterns for plushies and ended up making another Rose (and then, of course, had to make another Nine to go with her :D ) And while I was in the process I ran across a set of the kissing Valentine bears (the ones with magnets behind their lips so they "kiss" and hold hands when you bring them close together) and thought Oh, how cute! And so I ended up attempting that in this latest project.



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I posted these over on crafty_tardis at different times and I'm too lazy to repost them here, so here are links to the original posts...

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I finally finished my Captain Jack Harkness doll outfit.



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Tags: art & crafts, doctor who, dolls

Title: The Door
Author: Tovie
Character/Pairing: Eleven/Rose
Rating: G
Summary: There's a room in the Tardis that the Doctor avoids. Or tries to avoid...
Disclaimer: Alas, the Doctor and Rose do not belong to me and have been borrowed from the BBC without permission.
Author's Notes: I'm a new fan and this is my first posted DW Fic.


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Tags: doctor who, fanfic

Felt Rose to go with 9 and 10. Approximately 4 inches tall.



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Felt 9 and 10, approximately 4 inches tall. More pictures, pattern and directions behind cut...



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Lois and Clark belong to Warner Brothers and DC Comics and were used without permission.

Flakes are a lovely chocolate bar made by Cadbury and available in the UK. Words don't quite do them justice. (Do words ever truly do chocolate justice?) When you bite them, they just sort of crumble apart into little flakes, hence the name, and melt in your mouth. Mmmmm. I haven't been involved with LnC Fandom for quite some time now, so I have no idea of their current status, but they were rather infamous in the beginnings of online fandom when the show was still on the air.


Cookies
(1998)

 Lois peered into the refrigerator, checking out its contents. Tomorrow was Clark's birthday and  for some strange reason, she had an urge to bake him something. Maybe all of Martha's subtle hints and cooking lessons are finally rubbing off on me, she thought. Of course, to make it worth my effort, whatever I bake will have to have chocolate in it.

Tags: lois and clark: the new adventures of su

Disclaimers: Xena and Gabrielle belong to all sorts of people, none of them me, and have been used without permission.

I started this just after Gab's haircut as sort of a farewell to her lovely long hair and braids. I've always enjoyed seeing the different ways XnG braided their hair, wondering if they do their own or each others. I kind of have a hard time seeing Xena braiding Gab's hair, but I could see Gab braiding her own and making Xena let her braid hers. I kept hoping that Melissa Good, my favorite fanfic author, would do a braiding scene as a flashback or something while I was reading her stories or that I would run across one in another fanfic. But I haven't yet, so I decided to write one of my own. (I've always figured that Xena's bad hair days mean Gab is mad and lately on the show the way Xena's hair has been looking, I think Gab must be jealous because she no longer has hair to braid and that's why she's messing Xena's up so bad. (g)

While this story starts shortly after Gabrielle's haircut in the fourth season, most of it takes place in the past, right after Xena and Gabrielle start traveling together.

 
Strands of Friendship
(1999)

Gabrielle twisted the last bit of dark hair into a braid and tied it off. "There you go," she said,
patting Xena on the back, "all done now."

The warrior turned and grinned at her, running her fingers over the braids. "Thanks." Then she
reached out and ruffled the bard's short hair, her grin growing larger as Gabrielle ducked her head
and scowled at her.

"Xena, stop that," Gabrielle muttered, struggling to keep a frown on her face as Xena's bright
blue eyes sparkled and the warrior began laughing.

"Fair's fair, my bard. You got to play with my hair," she said, reaching out and running her
fingers down the other side of Gabrielle's head. "I'm just returning the favor."

Gabrielle ducked again and moved away from Xena, her hands held out in front of her to fend off
the still grinning warrior. "I've got some extra ties, you could do Argo," she smirked and moved
so the firepit was between them. "She's got lovely golden hair..."

"Argo?" Xena raised an eyebrow. "But you're so much more fun." With those words, the warrior
let out a loud yell and launched herself over the fire, latching onto the bard even as she turned to
flee.

"No fair, cheat, cheat," Gabrielle laughed as they tumbled to the ground and Xena began tickling
her. They tussled for a few minutes and then just lay still, catching their breath and enjoying the
closeness.

Gabrielle propped her chin up on the warrior's chest and looked down into her eyes, grinning.
"You know, Xena, when we first met, I used to wonder if you ever brushed your hair..." she
stopped for a moment as the warrior gave her a funny look, then continued with a sly grin. " I
thought that maybe you shared Argo's brush," she snickered.

"What?" Xena asked, raising an eyebrow as she rolled the bard off her and sat up.

"Really, I did," Gabrielle smirked and latched onto one of Xena's braids, using it to pull the
warrior closer. "Let me tell you about it..." she whispered in her ear.
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Tags: xena

Duncan MacLeod of the Clan MacLeod peered through the tiny porthole at the gray and dreary land he could see below and asked himself once again why he'd bothered coming back.

"Why bother, MacLeod? Isn't it better to remember what beauty it once held and not the horror it's become?" Methos' parting words echoed back at him.

"It's beautiful still, because I remember its beauty," he'd answered. But his answer seemed empty on seeing the reality.

Four hundred years since the last humans were forcibly removed from the ravaged and dying planet and resettled. Two hundred years since some excessively wealthy recluse decided mankind owed its birthplace more than abandonment and death and set in motion plans to regenerate the dying planet. And longer than both combined since his wandering feet had led him to the stars in search of something he had yet to find.

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