Well it’s been quite the year and well all lot of bad things happened (for me most were very personal) there were good things. And when I say good things I mean good people. Scratch that amazing people! These people helped me get through the year so that I would see this new one (even if the year is already starting bad for me). And even though I may not know a lot of them personally I still want to personally thank each and everyone of them. (Also I can draw better than this sorry)
the stranger things cast, according to my grandma:
finn: “he’s gonna be a little heartbreaker when he gets older, he’s so adorable.”
gaten: “i’m adopting that one, he’s precious! look at his little curls and that smile!”
noah: “oh my god, he’s so tiny! can i adopt him, too? he reminds me a little of that big-eyed guy from the wizard ring movies you used to watch all the time.” (it took me almost five minutes to realize she meant lord of the rings and i think she was referring to elijah wood)
caleb: “another future heartbreaker.”
millie: “hey, we have the same name! but she’s much more gorgeous than i was or ever will be. she looks so stylish.”
charlie: “river phoenix.”
joe: “flock of seagulls cover band front man. also looks like that guy who played the spidery man.”
natalia: “gorgeous flower child.”
david: “big burly man who i would be very interested in dating.”
winona: “isn’t she the woman you’re in love with?”
The David Warner Doctor, a simple case of time branching off in too many directions when the Second Doctor regenerated. That sort of regeneration, one mandated and pushed by the High Council, are typically not very predictable things. In most timelines, Troughton regenerated into Pertwee. Any timelines that said differently either vanished into the depths of the Axis, or branched off into entirely different universe. As Professor Summerfield discovered, the Warner Doctor was the latter.
The Trevor Martin Doctor (Doctor Who and the Daleks and the Seven Keys to Doomsday) was an almost. Time Lords, their regenerations are hardly ever so varied or so uncertain, but that’s the price you pay for being the Morally-Bankrupt Renegade, for brushing your biodata against Lesser Species. The Trevor Martin timeline, one of an alternate Fourth Doctor, eventually withered away when the Doctor became tall mass of teeth and curls.
The Richard Griffiths Doctor, the Eighth incarnation of the Evil Renegade in I M Foreman’s Bottle Universe. Just barely even a concept before that universe leaked into the reality in which it was cradled, destroyed in The Ancestor Cell.
The Nicholas Briggs Doctor. A different path, a road not taken. A charming, kind incarnation, who left blood-stained, blackened footprints in the cosmos. Companions dying in horrible ways left and right, one of the first “later” Doctors to witness the (a) destruction of Gallifrey. Many of his adventures found bizarre ways of unhooking themselves from his history, and worming their way back into his past, into the worlds of the Fifth, the Sixth, the Seventh, the Eighth. His tragic life falls into amnesia, before regenerating into the miserable incarnation of Arabella Weir.
Maybe it was Shayde’s choice of this face that destroyed the timeline. When the cast fingered through the Doctor’s biodata files in the Matrix, and crafting a body based on a possible glimpse, forever associating that face with the Threshold, with Wormwood, with the Pariah, the subconscious cogs in the Eighth Doctor’s mind locked that potential away.
The Rowan Atkinson Doctor and all his predecessors, especially Joanna Lumley, may technically be an unwritten timeline, but they also opperate on the same rules (or lack thereof) of Iris Wildthyme, and are are no so easily caged by something as simple as “continuity.”
(And on that note, the Jonathan Price Master is the most canon thing I have ever seen).
Richard E. Grant’s Shalka incarnation, the original result of the Eighth Doctor’s restoration of Gallifrey following The Gallifrey Chronicles, the sole agent (with his robot boyfriend) of a Celestis-like, Matrix-bound group of Time Lords… you know, his timeline might very well still be bumping up against John Hurts, Eccleston’s, Tennant’s, Smith’s, and Capaldi’s. The TARDIS has maintained multiple timelines before, always an in effort to protect and save her thief. To an event like a Timeship, I sincerely doubt she exclusively tries to save only one timeline of her love…
Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.
Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was.
The summer months were always the worst and it was starting to turn that time of year again. The neighborhood would be once again filled with children who had nothing better to do with their lives than hang around outside and remind Astra of what she’d always wanted but couldn’t have. No matter how many times she and Non had tried, it was simply not possible. Even the Danvers would be blessed with their oldest returning home it seemed, though Astra didn’t know when that would be. Eliza had been complaining that Alex should be off doing an internship elsewhere like her younger sister last time they’d spoken.
Astra sighed and picked up the book that she’d borrowed from her neighbor. She might as well return it now that she’d finished it and see if she could get her dvd set of Lord of the Rings. It was almost time for a rewatch and who knew, it might be a change for her to finally meet the mysterious Alexandra. Book under her arm, Astra wandered over and rang the doorbell. She didn’t see any cars in the driveway, but that didn’t always mean someone wasn’t home. With a shrug, Astra decided to give it a few moments and pulled out her phone, double checking her email for something to do.
Monsta X youtube challenges with their girlfriends
omg yes this is a good request i really like this one. was fun to do. thank you for sending this is <3
Bean Boozled/Every Flavour Beans Do not play this. i repeat do not play this. you think you can do this but oh my fucking lord i almost threw up like 5 times. i couldnt swallow it. worst bean boozled is rotten egg then vomit then stinky tocks. i reapeat do not play it lol
Pants with no hands. self explanatory. get you trousers up/pants without using your hands.
Peel banana with no hand. again just peel the banana with your mouth and fastest person is the winner.
makeup with no mirror. your partner gives you a make-up style to copy but you aren’t allowed to use a mirror
Toxic waste challenge. if you like sour stuff than this is for you. cards fro 1-10 pick up a card at random and you have to eat as many candies at once, as the card number shows.
Partners in pen. back to back one with notepad and pen. one person has to describe to the other how to draw the object their holding. the other has to draw and guess what it is in 5 minutes.
Water wars. deck of cards 5 cups of water and one big bucket. pick up a card. whoever gets the highest number gets to pour water on the other person.
The Doctor’s soul mark, like almost everything else about him, marked him as an outsider in Time Lord society. Everyone bore a brand of the last words their soul mate would ever say—that was universal across all humanoid species. But the marks of all his friends and instructors were in Gallifreyan. The Doctor’s were in English, a language on the primitive Level Five planet called Earth.
Three words: “Yeah? See you!” When the Doctor studied English, he learned they were a casual farewell, and wondered how he was ever supposed to know if they were coming from his soul mate. It was about as useful as a soul mark as, “What are we having for dinner?” would be.
Then one day, after he’d had to destroy his people and his home, the Doctor reached for a hand in a dark basement and said just one word: Run. Five minutes later, he knew he’d met his soul mate. Rose’s hand fit into his, her life fit into his, and her heart—her soul—filled the spaces left empty by the loss of his people.
From then on, he dreaded hearing her say those three words. Losing Rose was an impossible idea, and yet the brand on his arm said he would.
The whole Lord Hater is a space chimp theory is probably the most messed up twist I’ve ever encountered because when you put it into context with the show it just makes everything else so fucking wild like??? This whole time he’s been a fucking gorrilla??? A earth monkey has conquered several planets?? He’s enslaved entire races?? People fear him???like
It’s even worse when you think about it down to the individual characters’ actions, an earth chimp tried to kiss a 1000 year old queen because he thought it’d gain him more planets?? An alien taught an earth monkey a choreographed dance number so he could impress a girl??? THINK ABOUT CPEEPS MAN!!! His entire life!! Serving a fucking gorrilla!!!! He’s fought for the favor and attention of a GODDAMN CHIMPANZEE????!!?!?!?!?
This is Sqwishy… he’s a Nerdfighter. He’s also a prawn*. And he’s also from Sqwishland, which is somewhere near Gallifrey, in the constellation of Kasterborous. Did I also mention he’s my new favorite toy?
So, ladies and gentlemen of Tumblr, I introduce to you Sqwishy the Nerdfighter prawn.
*actually, Sqwishy is really a sea horse but my sister and I agreed that he looked more like a prawn/shrimp.
“Dear Lord, I cant believe it’s almost time. This is actually happening. We’re going to be parents in a matter of hours. Can I get you anything? Some ice? A drink? Some pillows?” “Cam?” “Yeah?” “Please stop talking and help me up.” “Right, right. Okay, yeah, sorry.”