day in the life of dalek

Why Looney Tunes: Back in Action is objectively the greatest film ever made

No-one ever talks about Looney Tunes: Back in Action and that’s a crime.


Okay, Brendan Fraser plays a stuntman.

…who hates working with Brendan Fraser.

His dad is Timothy Dalton, who plays an actor most well known for spy films.

…who turns out to actually be a real spy and hides spy shit behind a portrait of himself.

So father and son have to team up to stop an evil genius…   played by a near-unrecognisable Steve Martin.

…whose henchman is WWE star Bill Goldberg.

By the way, Steve Martin is the head of the ACME corporation.

Yes, that ACME.

Oh, and among Martin’s underlings are Ron Perlman and Robert Picardo.

So anyway our heroes end up at Area Fifty TWO… which is run by Joan Cusack.

…and which houses all sorts of alien nasties, including…





Plus the twins from Gremlins 2 play the WARNER BROTHERS

Shaggy and Scooby chastise Matthew Lillard over the live action Scooby Doo movie.

Porky Pig and Speedy Gonzales lament political correctness killing their careers.

Brendan Fraser gets to punch Brendan Fraser.

Fucking plus

Plus the whole time he’s accompanied by Daffy Duck and Bugs Bunny, and the whole thing was directed by Joe Dante so you know that’s a perfect fit.

So in conclusion, please watch Looney Tunes: Back in Action. It will most likely change your life.


I’ve had many faces, many lives. But I don’t admit to all of them. There’s one life I’ve tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars. Between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.


I’ve had many faces, many lives. But I don’t admit to all of them. There’s one life I’ve tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks, and in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other. A man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.

50th Anniversary Special: The Day of the Doctor


(Still belated) post of our second day at Emerald City Comicon, April 10, 2016!

This was my favourite day, because it was our Doctor Who day!  I had enormous fun as Ten (my favourite cosplay), Pauli was Donna Noble (blimey, she can shout!), Emmy does an uncanny Amy Pond, and Mattie shaved his face to join the fun as Eleven!  And we met a Captain Jack who got really into character…

And we met a bunch of other beloved characters too, such as the gang from Portal, She-Ra, Xena, Rufio, ad Beetlejuice!

But the best part was the life-size Dalek we spotted on the sidewalk as we were leaving for the day.  The perfect way to end the day.

  • Eleven: you're my impossible girl. There was the you in the Dalek at the asylum. It was you again in Victoria London. Why do I keep running into you?
  • Clara: what are you talking about? That wasn't me, that couldn't have been me.
  • Twelve: *pops up out of nowhere from the future* both a Dalek.... AND a Victorian nanny..?
  • Modern day Clara: doctor don't do this.
  • Twelve: Clara, it's almost as if you're...
  • Modern day Clara: I'm being serious, please sto-
  • Twelve: a hYBRID!
  • both Clara's and eleven: *slaps him in the face*

anonymous asked:

I was wondering if you could do an Eleven x Female one where The Doctor is convinced you're dead because you went missing while he was busy saving earth for the umpteenth time and then he finds you afterward? And I love your blog❤️❤️

Thank you, deary! Enjoy!


“Y/N!” The Doctor called your name. “Y/N! Where are you?” You couldn’t hear his cries, though, because you were lost in the unfamiliar city that you two were saving. You got separated while he was doing the saving, and you were following, and was scared. You didn’t know your way back to the TARDIS and had no idea where or when you were.

“Y/N!” The Doctor cried in desperation while searching every nook and cranny for you. He’d hoped you two were just separated, and that he’d find you, but that hope was dying away with every piece of rubble he uncovered that wasn’t hiding your body.

His mind started to fear the worst had happened; probably the worst fate any of his companions could face while under his supervision. Death. It was the thing he feared the most, not for him, but for any person that set foot in the TARDIS; who decided to travel with him; who accepted the dangers that filled his life.

The Doctor fell to his knees in front of a pile of rubble and stared into it as if it were an infinite abyss. He recollected all the adventures you two had shared; the Daleks, the Angels, the underwater amusement park, and everything else. He remembered the soft touch of your hand in his, the sweet smile that brightened any room, and your laugh. Oh that laugh.

He reached into his pocket, and pulled out a pocket watch that he taught you to fix. It was one you’d found lying around the TARDIS one day, and you were intent on fixing it. It brought back bittersweet memories. He held up the pocket watch up to his forehead and closed his eyes. A tear rolled down his cheek and splashed against the pavement.

Then the guilt started to flood in. All those times he promised you that he’d never let anything hurt you, that he’d protect you no matter what—he broke his promise the moment you two had separated.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m so, so sorry.” He started to cry more…

Little did he know you were close by. The street seemed a tad familiar to you, so you tried to find the blue police box. While searching, you heard the faint echoes of what sounded like sobs. It was easy to hear because this part of the city was destroyed and everyone had fled to the parts that were still in one piece.

You followed the noises to the block to your left and held your jacket tighter. It was getting a little chilly and this coat was the only thing you had. Upon rounding the corner, you see piles of rubble everywhere; there were windows bashed in, cars turned over, and smoke or steam rising up from certain buildings. It looked like hell had broken loose.

When you heard the sobs had gotten louder—closer—you thought about how familiar it sounded. It wasn’t so much that you’d heard it before, but something about it seemed familiar. You walked closer to the sobbing, and saw a figure on his knees with his fists up to his face.

“Doctor?” He was too far away to tell if it was actually him, but the man had his hair and his jacket.

The man looked up from his fists and turned to see who was there. Once he saw your face, and you his, he dropped what was in his hands. “Y/N?”

“Doctor!” You called and started to run. He stumbled to his feet clumsily and nearly tripped at least three times while running to you.

When you two met, he practically tackled you in an embrace. You patted his back, more than glad to see him, and almost squealed as he lifted you into the air while spinning in a small circle. He set you back down to the solid ground and pulled away with his hands on your shoulders. “I thought— I thought you were—” He stuttered, and you frowned in confusion.


“I thought you were gone.” He stared into your eyes with his teary ones and held your face in his shaky hands. “I’m so sorry I left you. After I promised you—” His words were cut off by your lips pressing together.

"I’m fine now, it’s okay.” You reassured once you parted.

“I will never leave you ever again.” He pulled you into another embrace and you couldn’t help but return it. “Let’s head back to the TARDIS, Y/N. Our work here is done.” He lets go and reaches for your hand. Your fingers entwine and the two of you stroll off to find wherever the blue box has been hidden.

It should go without saying, but don’t repost. Just reblog it. I’d be very disappointed and mad that my work was uncredited.


Moffat Appreciation Day | Countdown Challenge – Day 4
Series 7 → The Day of the Doctor

“I’ve had many faces, many lives. I don’t admit to all of them. There’s one life I’ve tried very hard to forget. He was the Doctor who fought in the Time War, and that was the day he did it. The day I did it. The day he killed them all. The last day of the Time War. The war to end all wars between my people and the Daleks. And in that battle there was a man with more blood on his hands than any other, a man who would commit a crime that would silence the universe. And that man was me.”

Why Steven Moffat Deserves All the Praise

So this week, news broke that Steven Moffat was to step down from his position as showrunner. Honestly, I am not dreading this. Moffat has had an excellent run and by the time he finishes Series 10, he will have been doing the job for seven years. Doctor Who is a show that thrives on change. However, it has been clear from over the last six years that Moffat’s worst critics are generally those who do not understand that fundamental principle of the show. Even if Moffat has have some writing problems on the odd episode, he is one of the consistently best writers the show has had. So I write this to celebrate the man, the devil, the one and only Steven Moffat and his contributions to Doctor Who.


Moffat has written some of the best written, relatable, and well-rounded female characters this show has seen, both main and supporting.  On the companion side, we have Amy Pond, River Song and Clara Oswald, all of which have different stories and arcs that the audience can engage with. On the supporting end, Vastra, Jenny, Kate Stewart, Osgood and Missy all play a vital role in the stories they appear in.

I can engage with Amy especially, as someone who loves history and lived in a childhood fantasy world that I never wanted to leave, but had to understand that growing up is normal. Her story is beautiful, with her love for Rory undying, yet struggling in fear he would leave her as well. Her ending is extremely satisfying to watch after two and a half series of development and build up to that moment.

River’s story of regaining agency for herself is a brilliant concept that had a decent execution, and she is the only companion who understands the reality of being in love with The Doctor, which is rare in Nu-Who. Also she’s a woman that is over forty who is allowed to be sexual without it being a joke, which is rare in television let allow Doctor Who.

Clara is our longest running companion of Moffat’s era and her story has been wonderful. The Impossible Girl arc was my favourite because it brought about a load of theories and a new way to tell a story, and ultimately it is revealed that Clara is perfectly ordinary woman who made an extraordinary decision. Clara’s story did not end there. Over the next two series, Clara deals with her control. When Series 8 results in her losing Danny because she had too much control, Series 9 had her become reckless and controlling to the point where is killed her. Through Clara we got the most feminist Doctor Who episode to date in ‘Hell Bent’ where Clara declares that The Doctor has no right to take her memories without her consent.

As well as the companions, we also have an array of vibrant supporting female characters. Series 6 introduced Vastra and Jenny, the Victorian lesbian couple who solve crimes and were the inspiration for Sherlock Holmes apparently, who are badass, funny and providers of the first lesbian kiss on Doctor Who. Kate Stewart, daughter of Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, is the head of UNIT’s science department, cool under pressure and determined to save her country by any means. Osgood, initially a comic relief character who was meant to be a fan stand-in, turned into the most enjoyable supporting characters. Then there is Missy, who is just queen of evil and a lot of fun to watch.

Progression and the Prospect of a Different Kind of Doctor

Series 5 was a bit white and straight, and Moffat has acknowledged this issue as time as gone on. Series 6 introduced three LGBT characters, two of which are still regular supporting characters, as well as an inter-race regeneration. Series 7 had an episode where the supporting cast was black men. Series 8 had the first appearance of an intersex regeneration when The Master became Missy. Series 9 had the first deaf actress, first transgender actress, first intersex and inter-race regeneration and the majority of episodes had a supporting cast of people of colour. That is outstanding progression from where Moffat’s era began. As well, two of the female companions have been established as being bisexual, with River openly flirting with women and Clara often joyously talking about Jane Austin.

With this progression, Moffat’s era has been the first to really establish the idea that The Doctor could become a person of colour and/or a woman eventually. In Neil Gaiman’s episode ‘The Doctor’s Wife’ we get a reference to a Timelord who could change between genders. In the same series, we have Melody Pond, under the guise of Mels regenerates into River Song, showing inter-race regeneration. In Series 8, the Master is reintroduced as Missy, a female regeneration. Finally, Series 9 had The General, a Timelord who had regenerated into a man, and then into a black woman. As someone who before Series 8 was unsure if I would want a female Doctor, this development and handling has put a lot more faith in me that it would be a good thing for the show.

Bringing back Gallifrey

When the show was brought back in 2005, it was revealed that The Doctor’s home planet had been destroyed by him at the end of The Time War. At first, this did bring a good opportunity for some character development for The Doctor. While The Ninth Doctor had great development, The Tenth had very shoddy handling and it was brought up scarcely in The Eleventh Doctor era. This culminated in ‘The Day of the Doctor’ where it’s revealed Eleven had been forcing himself to forget what he did and he makes the decision to save Gallifrey rather than burn it.

This move has been criticised because it apparently wrecks Nine and Ten’s characterisation, even though Ten and The War Doctor said they would not remember saving Gallifrey. It does not affect Nine or Ten. They still have to deal with their actions. They still have to think this through.

Whether it was ultimately going to be a bad decision or a good decision, the return of Gallifrey brings new opportunities for The Doctor’s character other than moping.

He brought new life to the show

Towards the end of Russell T Davies era, I was getting rather bored with the Earth-based stories that were set in modern day London. It is not really fate if The Doctor does not go anywhere out of the Southeast of England. Also, the Daleks being used as the series main villain was getting tired. It is not a slam against Davies. His era was fine for introducing new audiences into the show after a hiatus, but after four series, it was starting to feel like it was the same song on repeat.

So when Moffat took over, he decided to take the show back to its roots and made it about all of time of space. In his first series, we were on a space station, wartime Britain, late 19th century France, and an alien ruins. He also made the Daleks scary again. Not with the Power Ranger Daleks, though they did look cool, but with ‘Asylum of the Daleks’. It was a terrifying environment to be in, as well as the idea of love being removed so humans can become Daleks. In addition, Moffat came up with unique ideas with the Daleks other than them just invading Earth. In Series 8, we have the main cast going into an Dalek, and most recently, a psychoanalysis of Davros. Variety did no harm.


Whether or not you can engage with Moffat’s writing style, no one can deny all the contributions that he had made to Doctor Who in just six years. He has given us some of the best characters, most progressive series, and took the show back to its roots as well as coming up with new ideas with the villains.

I hope Chris Chibnall continues this good work, and I wish Moffat the best luck for the future.


 clara oswald week » day four [favourite relationship] » clara & eleven 

“ from the beginning she was impossible. the impossible girl. i met her in the dalek asylum, never saw her face, and she died. i met her again in victorian london and she died. saved my life both times, giving her own. and now she’s back and she’s perfect. perfect in every way for me. clara. my clara. always brave, always funny, always exactly what i need. ”

Tonight will be the anniversary of the day Rose Tyler was casually walking with her mother when she decided to go home and saw a man she assumed had too much to drink. He asked what the date was. January first. 2005. He said he’d best she was gonna have a really great year. And she did. The best year of her life in fact. It was the year her entire life changed. On that year, she met Charles Dickens, she saw the end of earth and met the last human, she met the emperor of the daleks, she met the doctor. The man she traveled in all of time in space with. The man she would spend the rest of her life with. Let’s all take a moment to appreciate that this I the night when Rose Tyler’s life’s changed. Along with a lot of us too.

anonymous asked:

L; ten and rose !!

A stolen kiss

I turned to google for inspiration and found this lovely song by Robert Plant:

How long has it been like this

Lost and found and lost yet again

Here in the heat of a stolen kiss

I make my home

They’d defeated Davros and the Daleks (again). After hugging some long-time friends and new found ones, Rose stepped away from the celebration.

She’d missed the TARDIS, this one, thrumming with life, not the skeleton salvaged in a parallel universe. As she walked down an empty corridor, heading to nowhere in particular, she trailed her hand along the porous walls. It had seemed so alien on her first days here, scary almost, now it was as familiar and enjoyable as her favourite fuzzy jumper or digging her feet in the sand.

The floor vibrated under incoming footsteps, squeaking Plimsoles on the grating. The Doctor— but which one?

She turned and couldn’t help a certain relief at the sight of brown pinstripes. She realized this was what she’d hoped for by wandering away from everyone in the console room. There was a purpose to his long strides that made her heart speed up.


He didn’t reply. He didn’t smile. He cupped her cheeks, his eyes searched hers. She gave the tiniest of nods, and his lips met hers like their hands had so many times before. Gentle. Steady. Devoted.  And how she wished the kiss didn’t taste of sorrow.

 When he walked away, she knew her fate was sealed.

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I now have to wear compression socks to see if they help my fainting. There’s just one issue, compression socks are not the most stylish things. Let’s face it they’re kind of ugly. So I came up with a spoonie lifehack! Wear the thin, sheer compression socks under a pair of cute knee socks! It adds a bit more compression (but not too much) while also looking a lot nicer. I chose my dalek socks today.

would a doctor who au of tasm be plausible

with peter as the doctor, smart and sarcastic and has a strong sense of justice, being all awkward when he asks gwen to be his companion because she’s awesome and lively and just the kind of person he needs by his side

gwen being the kind of person who’d shout at cybermen and daleks and aliens and being all i’m disappointed in you, distracting them while she comes up with an idea to escape

peter being weird, swinging around cities instead of walking with this webshooter he invented the first day after regenerating. he’s become incredibly fond of it and uses it every opportunity that comes up. the tardis acting all jealous and whirring loudly whenever peter takes the webshooters out to admire his genius.

then, gwen dying eventually and peter being all heartbroken, but then he meets harry, the heir of oscorp. harry’s sick of his life and the high expectations and the limelight, and when he finds out peter’s a time traveler, he demands to come with and won’t take no for an answer.

so peter takes him to the earth when dinosaurs still existed, and instead of being terrified, harry acts like the kid he is and starts chasing after baby dinosaurs and poking at eggs. they have to run away from the mama dinosaur after that, and they almost get eaten, but harry gets his fun so there’s that.

and then peter attempts to leave harry home because this is a dangerous life, you’ll only get killed. except harry’s a smart little bugger who’s too stubborn for his own good so he clings and glares at peter and refuses to leave the tardis. he might also have told the tardis that he’d hide the webshooters at least two days a week, so hey, that’s two against one. harry wINS.


Let Her Go - Readerx11thDoctor

There was once a time when I would’ve given anything to travel across the seas of earth with only the worry of what I’ll eat later in the day and where I’ll sleep. Anything to get away from ‘home’. A couple months ago I made the decision that I didn’t want to live one more day in pain so I stepped on the edge of a 20 story building and looked down onto the streets of the city. Cars whizzed by and people pushed and shoved each other, fighting to get some space on the busy sidewalk. Right below the edge was a garden space with shrubs, trees and boulders. My bare feet felt the rough cement and my body shivered from the wind. As I was about to take my last step, my last breath of pain, a sound made it’s way towards me.

A very strange one.

A squeak of a door was followed by a loud yell.

“Stop!” Yelled a man. He was a very strange man with a bow tie. He took my hand that day, and showed me how beautiful it all was. He showed me life. Since then I’ve fought off daleks with a wooden baseball bat, Sycorax, ran away from weeping angels and even stopped a few thousand cyberman. The doctor would stop me every now and then and say, “You’re the reason my hearts continue to beat, (y/n).”

And it wouldn’t be far from the truth after I saved him countless of times. After all this knowledge and growth I’ve gone through with him, I’ve found out something scary. Something so horrible and offensive to him.

“Doctor, I love you.” I spat out as he maneuvered the controls in the middle of the tardis. I said it quite quickly too, I don’t know if he even understood, but he must’ve since he stopped what he was doing.

“What?” He didnt turn to see me and his voice was very monotonous.

“Doctor, you’ve shown me life, and I-I think I’m in love…with you.”

It was quiet. Only the sounds of the Tardis echoed through this control room. I began to get nervous as the tension flooded into the room, quickly drowning me in anxiety.

“(y/n). Oh, (y/n).” He said finally turning to see my coy posture leaning against the bar of the Tardis. “No, no, no.”


“NO.” His expression began to show anger. He turned away from me throwing his hands up to his hair and tightly grabbing onto it. “NO, NOT YOU! You can’t!”

My heart began to dig deeper and deeper into my body as sadness took over. “Doctor.” I said rather offended by his response.

“You can’t love me.”

“Doctor, I know how I feel. And I’m sorry! But I can’t help it! I’m only human!” I exclaimed.

I saw realization hit him. “Ofcourse…OFCOURSE!!” He yelled! “You’re only bloody human!”

“Why are you mad at me?! I’m opening up to you! Isn’t that what you always wanted?! To know how I’m feeling!”

“Yes, I’m angry. INFURIATED. Because love; Love is a stupid emotion. Love is childish and selfish. And IT DOESN’T EXIST.” With every word he charged at me bringing me to the edge of the rail with his insults of my feelings.

“I should’ve known better than to bring another human GIRL into the Tardis…” He muttered going back to his controls; pushing buttons more forcefully and pulling levers harder. My breathing shallowed as I tried to stop my tears from falling.

“Take me home.” I simply said to him without any tone of emotion.

“WHAT?” He said still sounding angry and not even listening to me.

“TAKE, ME, HOME.” I said louder with more force into my voice. The doctor turned to see me with a stern face.

“You have the right to be upset, but not to degrade me in that way. And to think-” I stopped myself as my voice squeaked and a whimper attempted to come out.

The doctor turned back to the controls hesitantly and turned some wheels and pushed down buttons; the tardis made the wheezing sounds.
That was my que to leave.

I let my hand slid down the banister as I stepped down the stairs. I slowly opened the door to reveal the old apartment I lived in. Everything was where I had left it. The empty soda cans at the window ledge and crumbled up receipts on the floor near the trash can. Before taking the last step out of the Tardis I turned back to the Doctor, he had his face turned away from me.

“You should’ve let me take that last step, Doctor.”

The door slammed shut and let out an echo throughout the tardis. The Doctor sat crossed legged on the platform of the spaceship, his hands played with themselves as he processed what had happened. All he could think of was Rose Tyler. 

“Not another Rose Tyler.” He muttered to himself. He loved (y/n). The way she danced around the tardis while he worked on finding new locations. How she cared for everyone and anyone. He didn’t want to lose her the way he lost Rose. He was traumatized. And because of this, he tried to push her away. But now he regretted and asked himself if he had pushed too far…Did he?

He glanced over at the blue door. The door would burst open, (y/n) would appear with tears running down her peach toned cheeks, she’d run to him and comfort her like she’d comfort him; but that was in his own imagination. Nothing happened. No (y/n). Nothing.

Adventures of Dalek

This Dalek is off to conquer the planet

Dalek wants to go outside

Dalek likes birdwatching 

Silly Dalek, why are you in the microwave?

Dalek wants to learn to cook

Dalek is not suitable cat food

Dalek has found itself in a rather embarrassing situation

Dalek still thinks it is cat food

It is happy hour for Dalek

Dalek is Drunk

Silly Silly Dalek

It has been a long day for Dalek

Good night Dalek