i cannot with this musical

A Short Review of World Enough and Time by Me

Okay boys I am ready for this.

Steven Moffat your fanboy is showing.

I never thought I would actually hear the words “I am Doctor Who.”

THE DOCTOR HAS CRISPS THE SERIES ARC IS COMPLETE

I live for random blue characters.

Omg the Doctor said it!

I am SO happy right now.

WHAT NO BILL

NO I cannot handle the music I am actually going to cry.

Doctor Who: destroying social constructs yet again.

OKAY SHE’S ALIVE

BUT SHE HAS A CYBERMAN CHEST UNIT NO THE DOCTOR BETTER FIX HER

Somehow a random electronic device saying pain over and over is incredibly disturbing.

I’m getting a The Girl Who Waited vibe here. Which of course is a good thing.

I admit I don’t know this Mondasian janitor dude’s name, but I adore him.

Heck yes Venusian aikido.

Oh no what janitor dude was in league with them?

“She’s cleverer than you” “And more evil” Yes but you gotta love her.

YES THE MONDAS REVEAL I AM SHOOK

NO A CYBERMAN

OH MY GOD THE DOCTOR SAYING MONDASIAN CYBERMAN IS EVERYTHING I HAVE EVER WANTED

It’s Bill isn’t it

Okay from the moment he said ‘self destructive’ I knew but still

“When you’re the former Prime Minister” reference to The Sound of Drums I love it

THE FOUR KNOCKS MUSIC MOTIF I NEVER THOUGHT I’D HEAR IT AGAIN

Yep. Bill. The Doctor BETTER fix this.

P.S.

So we have the Mondasian cybermen, the RTD cybermen, and the Moffat cybermen. I am READY

I wonder, because for the most part the RTD ones were Cybus Industries, but that was in the parallel universe. I guess they’re the same ones from The Next Doctor?

I’ve loved Missy’s character development throughout this whole series, she better choose the Doctor’s side.

JOHN SIMM JOHN SIMM JOHN SIMM JOHN SIMM JOHN SIMM JOHN SIMN

9

Have you ever found yourself wanting a metric ton of DAI music? Have you ever thought to yourself, aw man, DAI’s soundtrack was 15 hours shorter than I wanted it to be? If that sounds like you, then this is a link for you.

I’ve ripped all the music from this game - that is, all the ambient snippets of music that you hear while running around in the world, and all the music that happens in cutscenes - and it turns out there’s 16 hours (1.6 gigs) of it.

(- here’s the download link -)

So if you’ve found yourself wishing you had the heaps of music that never made it to the official soundtrack, you can now roll around in hours of it. 

youtube

THE INTRO

THESE VLOGGERS 

I CANNOT

electricgiga  asked:

Now I'm curious, since i was late to the Lorwyn party and have never seen a treefolk deck, what kind of deck/strategy is a treefolk tribal (treebal?) deck?

*puts Sir Mix-a-Lot cassette in boom box*

I LIKE BIG TRUNKS AND I CANNOT LIE 

YOU OTHER TRIBES CAN’T DENY 

WHEN A TREE WALKS IN WITH AN ITTY BITTY POWER 

TOUGH ENOUGH TO LAST FOR HOURS 

YOU GET 

TOWER

There’s a place between seeing and dreaming, a boundary in reality where longing and wanting swim inside eyes.
And it’s a trick of the light, a slowed heart that projects things on a lazy gaze.
You come like the sun at the end of may, fleeting but warm and trying,
trying so intensely hard to just shine. Your edges are blurred despite how solid you seem, I’ve never met someone so real, and maybe it’s the tint of sunglasses or maybe just because you’re made of nothing but softness.
The thing is, you’re too good for a life like this, I know you’ll end up tearing me apart.
I’ve always been drawn to self destruction,
this might be the most fatal yet.
It goes like this,
you appear within me even when you’re not there beside me, appear with a smile that has my heart pounding out a beat to the soundtrack of your laugh that sets the wind on fire.
There’s something wrong about being addicted to a pair of eyes.
I’m not supposed to be able to see a past I should remember but don’t, I’m not supposed to see a soul dancing in colours, I’m not supposed to see home.
And when I’ve conjured you up again in the darkness from words sent on a lit screen, you ask me questions I can’t answer.

What would sirens sing to you?

There’s only one answer.

A composition made of your eyes and your smile, the bridge of a requiem played by strings set on laughter. The sunlight filtering through frozen parts of things kept locked away.
The way your voice sounds when you say my name.