#AWWW

holomoriarty

Truth about Doctor Who actors I've worked with at cons

Peter Davison: Shy dad. Thinks bonobos are hilarious. Worried that he talks too much.

Colin Baker: Tough love dad. Best hugs. Weird jokes. Loves macchiatos.

Sylvester McCoy: Smol grump. Likes gin.

Paul McGann: Easily distracted child. Might kiss you.

Nicola Bryant: Possibly a Disney princess. Loves puppies and guinea pigs.

Alex Kingston: Actual mom. Just wants to hug babies and plan parties.

Anneke Wills: Best wine mom. You will be hugged.

Sophie Aldred: Darling caffeine ferret. Probably actually Ace. (ALSO I MISSPELLED HER NAME WHILE TYPING THIS HALF AWAKE ORIGINALLY ARGH)

Terry Molloy: Lovable grump. Brings his teddy bear everywhere with him.

Deborah Watling: Magic pixie. Once dated a Cyberman.

Wendy Padbury: Deadpan joke queen who secretly just wants chips.

Frazer Hines: Giggly joke machine.

Michael Troughton: Just loves everyone and everything I've got nothing else yo.

spockvarietyhour

Peter Davison: Shy dad. Thinks bonobos are hilarious. Worried that he talks too much. Colin Baker: Tough love dad. Best hugs. Weird jokes. Loves macchiatos. Sylvester McCoy: Smol grump. Likes gin. Paul McGann: Easily distracted child. Might kiss you. Nicola Bryant: Possibly a Disney princess. Loves puppies and guinea pigs. Alex Kingston: Actual mom. Just wants to hug babies and plan parties. Anneke Wills: Best wine mom. You will be hugged. Sophie Aldred: Darling caffeine ferret. Probably actually Ace. (ALSO I MISSPELLED HER NAME WHILE TYPING THIS HALF AWAKE ORIGINALLY ARGH) Terry Molloy: Lovable grump. Brings his teddy bear everywhere with him. Deborah Watling: Magic pixie. Once dated a Cyberman. Wendy Padbury: Deadpan joke queen who secretly just wants chips. Frazer Hines: Giggly joke machine. Michael Troughton: Just loves everyone and everything I've got nothing else yo.

awwwclassic who
sexymermaidspock
harryandcarrison

“In fact, what happened was Harrison and I both began to drink and at some point early on I said, “Do you want to see me do an imitation of you?” Harrison didn’t walk, he swaggered, like John Wayne in slow motion – taking his seemingly bad attitude for a walk. To depict this, I moved out of sight and after a moment reappeared, strolling as he strolled, sauntering my way into whatever fresh hell I found myself. I’d become him, disenchanted Lord Ford, master of all he surveyed. I hadn’t looked at Harrison yet to see how my portrayal of him was going over – too busy appearing indifferent and impatient with my surroundings. As I continued to portray his inner monologue, I finally let at least one of my eyes slide wearily to his face and saw that he was not only laughing, he was laughing that silent and hard laugh reserved for true enthusiasm. Almost 40 years later, I still think of it as one of the greater moments of my life.”
awwwHarrison FordCarrie Fisher