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Peter Capaldi joins Franz Ferdinand for Take Me Out at Glastonbury 2025

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I mean I joke but I also don't--

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@crazypaving

Hey if Marvel can do it--

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Once I actually write consistently its game over for you fools

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Last words

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Its so funny how there's like

Two incarnations that genuinely 'died' of old age

Every other time its either Bad Radiation or Bad Laser

and that one time going to America spontaneously killed him

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The Doctor + being killed by a laser beam

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Yeah, well, don't test me, eating crisps!

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These Time Lord ass fits

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LOKI S02E02 "Breaking Brad"

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the role of the Brigadier will now be played by Owen Wilson to appeal to an American audience

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the role of the Brigadier will now be played by Owen Wilson to appeal to an American audience

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It's a human superpower, forgetting.

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Brows relax slightly as he glances back down at the stack of papers, re-examining them through her added context. "Yes, because it is much better to ask them to mindlessly memorize rather than use their brains. A wonder that they're turning into puddings."

It's a strange sort of feeling, of nostalgia perhaps, of the setting that they were in, with the face she was now wearing (again). He would not have pegged her, of all people, to be one for sentiment. " I tried to ask the board for a Doctorate Program, they didn't seem interested, I still wonder why..." He sighs, eyes briefly glancing upward as he lingers on the thought, leaning back in his chair.

Then, almost as quick, his eyes land back on her, examining, watching her in her space. "So-- Is this your retirement? Finally pursuing your true passion and becoming the professor all students avoid unless absolutely necessary?" Amusement tugs at the very edges of his features, yet he fights any urge of a smile, instead being content to simply raise his eyebrows. " Borusa would approve, I suppose."

i’m killing someone, hold please.

Critical Role Sentence Meme

"And what is your weapon of choice, this time?" How long had he been there, making himself comfortable in her office? Who was to say, time was ever so mysterious. Maybe he was just a fellow professor, popping in during visiting hours, maybe they were simply the masks they wore.

He sits, by the window, thumbing through a stack of papers, if one didn't know any better one might think he was completely oblivious to the other's presence. "A ninety page dissertation, thoroughly sourced, in multiple systems. Fail." With a thud, he discards the stack, only to pull out a single, painfully thin sheet of singular paper. " All but empty page with a name and a mustard stain. First-class honors." At last, then, does his eyes flicker over to her, a brow raised.

" Academic malpractice. That is heartless even for you."

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It's a relief that the other doesn't take too long to come to a decision, her eyes scanning, mind running rampant in the seconds between her protests and her choice. See the field, Doctor, notice the details, come up with the plan. It is what you did best.

"I believe jury's still out on that one!" Survival instinct was always stronger than 'reason', so it is no surprise that the other runs into the box, promptly turning behind after her and starting to stride towards the TARDIS. "It's not just any old wooden police box--!"

Her hands place on either sides of the box just as she's about to take a step in, momentarily pausing to glance around. That blue coated fence-- Surely not.

One thing at a time, Doctor.

A breath, and she steps in, starting to run towards the console as the doors close behind her. "And I promise we'll get around to answers!" Now, she was in her element, flipping switches and pressing various buttons as she runs circles around the rotor, mouth running mile a minute as she, for all intents and purposes, exposits.

"Cybermen aren't meant to be in this time zone-- Not the Mondasian kind, anyway. Likely fell through some sort of time rift or a dimensional pocket or a long forgotten remnant of an old expedition. --I mean, look at them, they're busted.-- But! That gives us an opportunity. Their shields are faulty, which means they are susceptible to any sudden bursts of concentrated energy and/or radiowaves, and/or energy-as-radiowaves. The same kind of energy my TARDIS just happens to give out if I ask very nicely--"

Was the other one even listening? That was hardly the point. What was the point was the way she grabbed onto the lever, pulling it at the end of her sentence as if to underline it; the rotors whooshing once, twice, before coming to an abrupt stop, the console room shaking but for a moment.

"--A bunny hop. Not the most elegant trick, mind you, but it should be sufficient to shut them down." Then, a smile, somewhat relieved, somewhat crazed. "So-- About those questions?"

Such a fun game to play, she has to stop the grin from stretching wide across those well mannered features of hers when the Doctor rushes in for her daring rescue. Oh how ever the beacon of chivalry even in such sordid moments. Her features instead twist into one of bewilderment, brows knitting tightly furrowed together. Oh such alien words, oh dear me I haven't the faintest--

"Mond-- What?!" Oh to seem so shocked at the other's apparent knowledge, the fear was deliciously the hardest part. Yet having instilled it upon many a face, she likes to think her impression borders on flawless. Carefully laid plans fall neatly together, and the lumbering automatons do their best to keep lingering. Relics, really, but fun ones all the same.

"In the box?! Are you insane?" A shrink away, oh so terrified the damsel was, initially frightful of this suddenly appearing from thin air being. "I think they'll be able to get through an old wooden police box!" How many seconds, how many did any of them usually wait in hesitation? Eyes flashing back and forth between the two options-- Death or mystery.

A brief flash of her cunning eyes to the deathly relics before she lets the decision come to this fictional girl's mind. She practically barrels passed the Doctor, trying to get to some invisible salvation. Barely catching herself as she stumbles into a space that was far larger than was to be expected--

Shock! Awe! Oh the immediate look of the mix of wonder and horror they all surely had. "But-- Wh-- It's--" Oh, Doctor, those words you love hearing so much would have to wait, yes? Danger was afoot, after all, you'd have to figure out who accidentally activated these Cybermen just so terribly dormant since the 80s in the very scrapyard that had been home to you and this very blue box for so many years.

"What is going on? I have-- Way too many questions right now!"

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What should we call her? - The soup? - No, not the soup; the baby. | Legion | Season 3 | Episode 6

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I love successfully infecting people with my Plaza!Master vision