I think that all writing is useful for honing writing skills. I think you get better as a writer by writing, and whether that means that you’re writing a singularly deep and moving novel about the pain or pleasure of modern existence or you’re writing Smeagol-Gollum slash you’re still putting one damn word after another and learning as a writer.
(I just made that up. I imagine it would go something like: “Oh, the preciouss, we takes it our handssses and we rubs it and touchess it, gollum….no, Smeagol musst not touch the preciousss, the master said only he can touch the precioussss…. bad masster, he doess not know the precious like we does, no, gollum, and we wants it, we wants it hard in our handses, yesss…” etc etc)
" -Neil Gaiman on fanfiction (via wibblywobblyotp)
BECAUSE THIS.
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Neil Gaiman. Just wrote Smeagol/Gollum slash. Your argument is invalid.
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Me and Kat. She looks very beautiful and very funny. I look like my hair really wasn’t sure what it was doing that day but sort of wanted mostly to be longer perhaps.
We’d been shopping for vintage clothes together, although not for ourselves.

NEIL GAIMAN: No, my people, we stay indoors. We have keyboards. We have darkness.
always reblog
GPOY

@whitniverse: @steven_moffat @neilhimself #DoctorWho SPOILERS! Does this mean that River was conceived on a bunk bed?
@steven_moffat: @whitniverse @neilhimself Or a ladder.
@neilhimself: @steven_moffat @whitniverse That was spooky.
@steven_moffat: @neilhimself @whitniverse I think we accidentally made that canonical.

(Neil Gaiman in the TARDIS, reading from a script - a speech bubble shows the TARDIS energy described below.)
A cascade of energy pours out of Idris’ mouth, a twinkling mass of pure energy. It fades into the room. The lights in the TARDIS control room begin to flicker and change, as if half of the room is lit by golden light, the rest is still the greenish glow. The lights are chasing each other around the control room. The green glow is being vanquished by the golden light. Then the control room goes dark. A beat.
Idris/TARDIS: Doctor, are you there? It’s so very dark in here.
Doctor: I’m here.

THE TARDIS: Are all people like this?
THE DOCTOR: Like what?
THE TARDIS: So much bigger on the inside?
Everybody has a secret world inside of them. I mean everybody. All of the people in the whole world — no matter how dull and boring they are on the outside. Inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds… Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands, maybe.
~ The Sandman (Also written by Neil Gaiman)

@neilhimself: Why I love Twitter: suddenly the world produces @amber_benson. Here seen plotting world dominationThis is happening RIGHT NOW, you guys. Neil Gaiman and Amber Benson are HANGING OUT AT A COFFEESHOP and I need a TARDIS to crash this okay please please?

Neil Gaiman |
“About to steal TARDIS and explore space and time. Back by lunchtime.”
MY LOVE KNOWS NO BOUNDS
Matt Smith’s reaction to Neil Gaiman’s Doctor Who script (via nothingbuttherain) (via lizzymaxia)
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from Neil Gaiman (!!!!!!)
And the food scene? Very gone indeed. It’s been gone since draft six. Given that it’s not there any longer, and that that tells you absolutely nothing about the story except that it now doesn’t have a scene with a bowl of food in it, I thought I’d borrow it back from Lucien’s library.
The Doctor has just been given a bowl of something to eat. Something…possibly… alien…
AMY: Is it something people can eat?
(to Doctor) Shouldn’t you scan it with your screwdriver or something?
THE DOCTOR: Why would I scan food with my screwdriver?
AMY: See if it’s safe?
The Doctor leans over, dips his finger into his bowl, tastes it.
THE DOCTOR: Some unusual trace elements, smidge too much background radiation, but, yeah, very yummy.
Amy is about to try some of his food… he stops her.
THE DOCTOR: (cont’d) No. Don’t put it in your mouth.
AMY: Not for humans?
THE DOCTOR: Not for you. Tastes like Marmite on socks.
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LIKE MARMITE ON SOCKS. ♥_♥ (I really just want this scene read in a Confidential MAY WE PLEASE HAVE IT PLEASE.)
azKJHSADKJFH I THINK MY LUNGS JUST COLLAPSED.
(Also the mere notion of Neil Gaiman writing Amy Pond is making my heart explode.)