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his stupid wave

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no but now that i’m thinking about it it does drive me nuts that the longer the show goes on how much dw is determined to make regeneration as increasingly fucking complicated as it now is. the plot device of Current Doctor Drops Dead And Is Swapped With Replacement Actor should not be this fucking convoluted!!!

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The real reason the clothes changed is because how was David Tennant supposed to compete with Sacha Dhawan absolutely serving cunt in Jodie's Whittaker's outfit?

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Same vibe as people who have lactose intolerance but eat nothing but dairy

'I'm human intolerant' - said by a man who was lunging at people shouting 'dinner time!' two regenerations ago

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5 pieces of media to describe me (no commentary)

Tagged by @plethora-of-imagines 💜🎩

Not tagging anybody, open to all!

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Reader: Are you cold?

Corinthian: No. Why?

Reader: *takes off his glasses* *his eye teeth are chattering*

Reader: Don't lie to me.

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Missing the master like a mf these days... might just have to do something about that and write

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i have nothing in common with people whose favorite color is purple

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Missy & the Master + "aww, that's my idiot" face

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He's the embodiment of "anything you say, gorgeous" because LOOK AT HIM!!!

"He hates the Doctor"

Okay then why would he keep staring at her with these puppy eyes???

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You Promised. I lied.

AN: The SFW prompt for June for the Riters Ghuild: "You Promised." "I lied."

Not an "x reader/OC" which is rare for me. But I had this idea based on that one interview with Primo and I could not let it go!

Warning: Copia self conciousness, talk of kidnapping

Words: 1447

Copia fiddled with his fingers first. He knew that the ghoul would be bringing him here any moment. It would look most imposing for him to be sitting behind the great big desk he now owned. Appearances and all. Yet the anxious nerves wouldn't quiet. Once more Copia cursed his inability to be firm and commanding when not preforming for large crowds. It made his new role as Frater difficult.

Restless energy eventually forcing him out of his chair. Pacing what would soon be a well worn path into the new floors. Pondering how in Satan's name he was supposed to reprimand him. It was pointless. Clearly asking nicely hadn't worked, besides it seemed just like everyone else he preferred his twin over him. Copia would never be enough. Not for the fans, not for the siblings, not for his family.

Startled by the creaky opening of the door, even new doors seemed to always creak in the Ministry. Copia jumped embarrassingly high in the air. An eeping noise filling the silence of the room. The ghoul who entered was unfamiliar. He missed his ghouls, well the band ghouls. As it had been pointed out to him they were no longer his. At least they still called him Papa when they saw him. Or well, did. It was likely to stop when they returned from tour and had gotten used to the new guy. Still standing caught in the headlights of the ghoul and invited guest's eyes he started to ramble.

"Ah, come in. Just in the middle of some exercise," Copia threw a few quick punches, bouncing on his feet. "Have to keep fit now that the clergy seems to want to trap me behind that desk. You know?"

Copia wanted to go flee behind that desk now. What sort of excuse was that? Pacing the floor to what? Get his steps in! You know what, he was Frater he could go sit behind his important looking desk! It would not be anything like running away to hide. He was the Boss! Frater! The big man in charge! He could do this! Maybe.

Stumbling over his own feet, Copia fell into the chair with a loud oof.

"Oh, um, thank you Ghoul?"

Copia's attempt at a dismissal felt more like a question. His hesitation when ordering around an unfamiliar ghoul ruining what little professionalism he had managed. He would need to summon at least one to work with him. Someone to be on his side, to help him and listen to him complain. To keep the insanity at bay.

His guest sitting tall in the uncomfortable chair across the way. Eyes intimidatingly boring into Copia's own.

"Now, what have you called me here for, Copia."

Deeply breathing, he accepted that insisting on being called Frater would be a lost cause. Starting his tirade, his lecture.

"We have certain expectations of proper behavior. Even from you-"

He was cut off before his rant could truly begin.

"And how have I exactly have I broken this decorum?"

Cutting to the chase Copia took the plunge. No dancing around the core of the issue. Picking up his solid evidence. Several printed stories. All with headlines along the same concept: "Kidnapped by Ghost". Copia showed the pile to him. Getting no response to the display.

"You promised," Copia's gloved finger pressing noisily into the papers. Stressing his words with repetitive poking to accentuate them. "Promised me that you wouldn't kidnap any more reporters."

"I lied," spoken as monotone as the grave.

"Well of course I know that. You kidnapped two reporters in the last week alone!"

Copia threw the incriminating interviews down onto the desk. Unstapled pages flying everywhere. Raining down around then.

"It was necessary."

"Necessary," Copia ground out. Pissed beyond belief. "You never kidnapped reporters to praise the Ghost Project when I was in charge of it."

"You didn't need me to," his tone still perfectly even, factual.

"I didn't- what? I didn't need you to? What sort of answer is that!"

The creaking of gloves reminded Copia to unclench his jaw. It would be aching later, he just knew it. The stress of this job had him chewing through nightguards like chew toys. Maybe he would look into that Botox thingy one of the Siblings of Sin had mentioned they did for their clenching.

"Exactly that. Copia, you gave interviews. Charmed the press and endeared yourself to the fans immediately. They knew you, they liked you," the slightest of emotions breaking through.

It threw Copia off.

The unemotional wall Copia had been rallying against cracking in front of him with little prompting on his part.

"I um, well yes I did my fair share of interviews," Copia stumbled around his words before getting back on track. "But what does this have to do with you kidnapping reporters!"

"Your brother doesn't speak to press at all. And even if he did decide to start I bet he's shit at it," finally some emotion growing in his voice. Growing more disparaging and frantic. "So it falls to me to make sure there are interviews about the project. Ones that favor the band and help spread our message. To give something beyond him riding on your coat tails to success."

Copia allowed himself a few moments of satisfaction at the praise. Tempted to join in on ragging on V's theoretical inability to charm reporters. Right. As good as it was to know someone else though he was the reason for the current success of the band, he had to try and put an end to the kidnapping. Before lawsuits rolled in and became his problem as Frater.

"Still, you don't need to kidnap reporters Primo. Invite them, answer some inquiries for interviews with you for a change!"

Primo looked contemplative for a few moments before smiling like he wanted to eat someone alive.

"No. The kidnapping is much more enjoyable, I've missed it. I find we get much better press when they fear for their lives."

Copia sat still. Silently blinking, flabbergasted by Primo’s apparent kidnapping hobby. Should he be worried about all the gardening sheds Primo had gotten recently. Was he growing drugs to knock out unsuspecting reporters? He let all the weed slide, since Primo could pretend to be a silly old man to get out of any crimes for growing it. It was a lot of work- kidnapping reporters- considering most would jump at the opportunity to interview anyone related to the Ghost Project currently. Retired Papa or not!

Thinking for another moment brought back the memories of Primo trying to lecture him about interviews ages back. When he first got appointed. Something about sending his ghouls out to disorient reporters before bringing them in for interviews. In hindsight it made more sense now. Knowing it was about kidnapping reporters and not scheduled interviews. He had never understood why Primo recommended doing interviews with dazed reporters. It has seemed like possible hazing at the time, meant to make a fool of him. Nipping the habit would take some ghoul intervention.

"I'm sending your ghouls to some sort of support group, Primo." Blurting out the first idea for intervention out of his mouth.

"I do not believe a kidnappers anonymous exists, Copia. If the ministry creates one, I will let my ghouls attend... It would be good for them to discuss their methods together."

Copia was struck with the horrid though of the ghouls planning their abductions together. Fellow ghouls getting curious and joining in. Images of gaggles of ghouls kidnapping siblings for fun consuming him.

"Actually, never mind. Bad idea."

Stumped Copia debated if he even could stop Primo. Even if he genuinely tried it was unlikely. If anything it would only encourage Secondo and Terzo to get involved just to give him a hard time. Still, the Ministry lawyers would have his head if they knew he didn't try to do something. Only heaven could help him if a lawsuit was served to them, and heaven would sooner laugh then assist him.

"If I send out a form to those who have requested interviews and get you a list of those who agree to this "experience" would you limit yourself to those on it?"

Primo contemplated it for a few nerve-wracking moments.

"I could restrict myself to those on the list, if needed."

"Please, Primo. Legal will have both our balls if you mess with the wrong reporter and get us sued."

Laughing Primo nodded.

"They would. The vicious hell hounds they are," Primo spoke approvingly of the department that had most trembling at the mention.

"Then promise me, and fucking mean it this time Primo!"

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Was having a crash out over the state of the show then remembered I could watch spyfall/timeless children/power of the doctor whenever I wanted and a rainbow appeared in the sky to a chorus of birdsong

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i know part of the point of the power of the doctor was that yaz wouldn't join the master but i think after everything she went through towards the end of her relationship with the doctor and all the shit she probably found out AFTER they parted ways i think the master should start a team of disillusioned companions that were done dirty by the narrative (and the doctor themselves)

i KNOW the master's jealousy and disregard for the human race probably wouldn't allow them to share this pain because their experience with the doctor is far superior and complex etcetc bUT it would be funking hilarious and cool to have them show up like

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BRUCE CAMPBELL AS ASH WILLIAMS IN ARMY OF DARKNESS (1992) DIR. SAM RAIMI

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The real reason the master hasn't been brought back yet is because there's no universe where he wouldn't beat the vlinx to death with a hammer and RTD spent too much on the prop

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Nuwho doctors meeting each other: HI BESTIE 🤗 let's trade compliments 🥰 and maybe lightly make fun of each other for our silly quirks 😝

Classic who doctors meeting each other: the bbc broadcasting standards are the only thing preventing me from calling you a slur.