this is just the first and last shot of it

Every swing.

Sabine had only seen Stormtroopers cut down by lightsabers a few times in her life.

Once, had been in her earlier days with Kanan and Hera and Zeb on the Ghost. Kanan had let it slip to her not very long ago that he could use the Force and had his own lightsaber, he didn’t say the word Jedi which had confused her at the time since he obviously fit the definition. Not that it mattered that much, she was more concerned about if they were going to boot her off or worse if she failed them on a mission.

Coincidentally, the first of her few failings was the reason Kanan had to use the damn lightsaber in the first place.

She hadn’t seen the last trooper, perhaps because of a glitch in her helmet’s sensory suite, or all of the smoke, or just because she’d shot the trooper once already, center mass, with a Westar-35.

The trooper had staggered up as Kanan came running in, his blaster was overheated and useless from the sheer intensity of the firefight they’d been in. He arrived just in time to watch her turn in surprise at the stormtrooper and take a blaster bolt right to the plastron chest piece.

Beskar armor is tough and E-11s are just light carbines, but the impact knocked her back and down in an ominous spray of sparks while also cracking two of her ribs.

Kanan had swept into action almost instantly, blue plasma snap-hissed to life one moment and in the next the imperial was down with a glowing line through their helmet and chest.

Sabine wasn’t sure if it was her mind trying to fill in the gaps or just misremembering things but she swore she saw Kanan flick his gaze down to his blade before he deactivated it.

The second time she’d seen people killed by a lightsaber was when Kanan sprung from the bacta tank to save the day, she admitted to herself that she wasn’t sure if he’d had that same almost accusing look towards his weapon.

The third time had been with Ezra, running down a hall trying to rescue that dikut Hondo and his piggish friend. That time had been a clear sign that something was up, instead of just cutting through blasters and returning the burning red bolts to their senders Ezra had cut through them like training tatami cutting mats back on Krownest.

It wasn’t very long afterwards that she killed someone with the Darksaber. Unlike Gar Saxon there was no chance to allow the Super Commando to surrender, this was war and there was no room for deliberation.

She’d managed to wrong foot the imperial with a kick before bringing the Darksaber around in a horizontal slash that carved through corrupted beskar armor and deep into the imperial warrior’s chest, burning through bone, through meat and marrow and organs. Even through her helmet filters she could smell vaporized flesh and blood.

But that wasn’t the worst part.

Kanan had once told her that all of your emotions flow into the energy of a lightsaber. What he didn’t tell her she found out then.

When you kill someone with a lightsaber you feel them die, their soul or their Force essence or whatever Jedi nerfshit Kanan would say.

Unlike the detached slaughter of blaster bolt fire a lightsaber forces you to feel the life you’ve taken leave this Galaxy.

Sabine really wished she’d know beforehand.


(So I finally came up with a logical reason for Kanan and Ezra to just cut through the stormtrooper’s blasters. What do you guys think?)

@IGOT7S EVERYWHERE MAMA IS A THING

A very important thing matter of fact. so important of a thing that if GOT7 does really well maybe JYPE will realize they are still very much worth investing time and money into. 

SO VOTE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD I LOVE THEM SO MUCH AND I’M SURE YOU DO TOO AND WE WANT THEM TO KEEP BEING A THING AFTER STRAY KIDS DOES A THING AND I WANNA THINK THIS IS ALL BEING BLOWN OUT OF PROPORTION BUT I AM LEGIT AFRAID THEIR JUST GOING TO FADE INTO THE BACKGROUND. 

so please pleeeeeeeeease vote for MAMA making an account is really simple if you don’t already have one and there’s no reason our boys shouldn’t have as much a shot as their competitors. JB produced their first title track and it damn sure isn’t gonna be the last.

they’re nominated for about 2 categories but you still have to vote in all of them for the votes to count!

once a day everyday! we can do it!

PLEASE REBLOG AND SCREENSHOT AND SPREAD THE WORD!!! OUR BOYS DESERVE IT!!!!!

anonymous asked:

Based on the previews, Weiss has a higher chance on reuniting with Ruby first then followed by Yang and lastly Blake. I was actually hoping Yang would be the last since she has to deal with her ‘Mom issues’ first. What do you think?

Yeah I wonder about Blake, if only because of that one shot in the opening of her and Sun on the dock and they just look kinda…disappointed - like they’re stuck there or something. Blake needs to get her butt out of Menagerie though lol

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if love’s a fight, then I shall die
   with my heart on a trigger

   {Fitz version}

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So @hushowl did such a great job on illustrating the “love potion all over BH’s face ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)” scene ( https://hushowl.tumblr.com/post/160988191199/screeches-they-updated-irrisistable ) from one of the cutest freaking shit on the internet ( http://archiveofourown.org/works/10974198/chapters/24435012 ) named “Irresistible”, wirtten by amazing @gayblackhat . I just couldn’t resist and draw the rest of this precious gay moment.
Oh my, oh my. The returning of my fuckboi-looking BH, am I right?

ps. If you’re curious, in the first frame Demencia sorta tries to turn Flug towards her and punch the shit out of him ( probably because they were fighting all over this potion and Demencia is practically a lot stronger than Flug, so he would pass after one good shot ) but freezes after what they both saw.

ps2 It’s 2am here!! KILL ME!!!

ps3 I just saw that little typo I made in the last pannel. Fuck this. Just read the original fic. Maybe I’ll change that later…

anonymous asked:

Since bitty is (I think?) the first openly gay player in the NHL in the fics, what about other players hitting on him when they play the schooners, or even better, during the all star game when jack is right there?

The game so far has been nothing memorable, just another pre-season exhibition against Edmonton that neither team really want to give their all because why risk anything before the season even starts?

“Bittle,” Burig, a second line Oilers winger, flags Eric down at the end of the second period, with a look of grim determination that gives Eric the sense he’s about to be sucker-punched.

“Yeah?”

“You, uh,” Burig hesitates, gnawing on his mouthguard and twisting his stick in his hands while he comes up with whatever he wants to say. He huffs and looks around for any teammates that might be watching the exchange, finding the rest of his line distracted, he leans in close. “You doing anything after the game?”

Eric blinks. “What?” 

“Just,” Burig shrugs, face flushing pink, “wanted to see if you’d like to grab a drink or something.”

“Oh. Oh!” Someone from the bench yells his name and Eric is faced with a dilemma he knows he can’t resolve in the next 15 seconds. “Wait for me after the game, we can talk.”

Burig nods tightly, beet red, and skates back to his own bench.

Just another thing for Eric to think about while coach yells at him for missing an unnecessary pep talk.

____

Burig is waiting for Eric when he leaves the locker room, hair still damp and his suit slightly rumpled like he’d thrown it on in a rush, which makes Eric feel worse for some reason.

“Hey,” he perks up when he sees Eric, sliding his phone into his gear bag. “You wanted to talk?” He sounds so earnest it hurts and Eric motions to a meeting room just off the hallway.

“It’ll be a bit more private in here.”

Eric doesn’t waste time when the doors close, Burig isn’t the first player to approach him and he certainly won’t be the last.

“You’re very sweet, but I have a boyfriend.”

“Fuckin’ knew it,” Burig curses, shouldering his duffel bag. “No way someone as hot as you is single. Worth a shot, right?”

“Were you looking for a hook-up or?”

“No, not like that, I just kinda,” he hesitates like he’s afraid of saying too much.

“Safe space,” Eric waves his arms to indicate the empty room. “Be honest.”

“I’m tired of Grindr and puckbunnies and bar hookups, you know? I want something real.”

Eric immediately runs through a list in his mind of the few single players he’s met in similarly awkward situations. “You play in Vancouver next week, right?”

Burig’s eyes go wide and Eric holds up a warning finger. “Hold your horses. I may have a friend in a similar situation, but it’ll be on his terms if he wants to reach out. Give me your number, and I’ll pass it along if he wants to meet. Okay? No promises.”

_______

“You want to tell me why we’re watching Vancouver slaughter Edmonton when we could be doing literally anything else?” Jack bemoans from the couch, poking and prodding at Eric to distract him.

“I’m invested, alright? You plant seeds, you watch ‘em grow.”

The clock runs out on the second period and Eric keeps his eyes trained on Vancouver’s goalie, Crivier, who waves Burig over in a moment of calm. The two talk, barely visible over the shoulder of a commentator, but moments later Burig skates away with a very prominent smile on face. 

“And boom goes the dynamite,” Eric whispers, grabbing the remote to switch over to the new season of House of Cards.

“You playing matchmaker again, Bits?” Jack laughs, pressing himself against Eric’s side and nuzzling at his neck.

“You know how much competition you’d have if I didn’t set up all the guys that hit on me with each other?” Eric breathes, sliding his fingers through Jack’s hair. “I could have a harem.”

Jack groans and squeezes Eric tightly. “I’ll fight everyone,” he murmurs, “even the guys I like.” 

Fun fact: The reason why most of the footage from the Chernobyl disaster looks so grainy and low quality is due to the radiation it was exposed to, as it was so strong it heavily degraded the footage captured by the cameras, to the point it even broke the cameras themselves. Igor Kostin, one of the first journalists to arrive to the site, tells that all of his cameras stopped working after just a few shots, and almost immediately he too began to feel the effects of radiation, in the form of dizziness and a metallic taste in his mouth. 

Igor Kostin (27 December 1936 – 9 June 2015) with one of his photos of the disaster

The Biorobots of Chernobyl

In the last pic you can clearly see the radiation, in the form of the white stripes at the bottom of the frame.

100% the couple you do NOT walk in on without knocking first unless you want to be shot by Baze.


egregiousderp

(Okay, but seeing reblogs of the “knock first” art makes me think that you knock and Chirrut calls “COME IN!” Even if he’s naked. It’s Baze who’s all “NO!”)

naniiebimworks

pretty much. eventually everyone just avoids their corridor (complete with blaster burns on wall opposite door) esp after the last few people found themselves waking up in the trash compactor. the kids are various levels of traumatised or fine. Jyn reacts the least.

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A few nights a year, LGBT senior centers throw the best party in New York City.

“There was this woman at the last dance who was like, ‘I don’t care what anyone thinks!’” recounts photographer Ethan James Green, sitting on a park bench near his apartment in lower Manhattan. “She screamed it while I was taking her picture.”

Green is quite young (27) and best known for capturing a very youthful downtown underground scene, so it’s slightly surprising that he spends his free time hanging around LGBT senior center dances, taking black-and-white prom-esque portraits of the elderly attendees. His subjects may be old, but in front of his camera they seem anything but. They flirt, they flex, they cavort, they make out, they goof off. “It’s almost like we’re on a fashion shoot,” says Green. “People really show up. They get to have fun, not care, just be who they are and not think twice about it.”

The subjects he shot for Vogue attended two of these dances. The first, last fall in Brooklyn, was hosted by GRIOT Circle, a 21-year-old organization dedicated to serving the needs of elder LGBT people of color (its motto: “We don’t do bingo!”). The second, this spring at the Copacabana on West 47th Street, was a fundraiser in support of SAGE, a national services and advocacy group founded in New York in 1978.

Three decades ago, when SAGE organized its first women’s dance, Jerre Kalbas, then a sprightly near-septuagenarian, manned (or rather, womaned) the door. In those days, she remembers, “we were still very frightened, very hidden.” Now 99, Kalbas walks with a cane and wears gloves to ameliorate the pain of acute carpal tunnel in her hands. She can’t dance (“Not these fancy dances!”), but she’s still showing up. “I love to see all the women dancing,” she says. “I mean: It’s amazing.”

Read more and see the rest of the photos in Vogue.

Exordia Academy (Master List)

It’s 1980′s middle-of-nowhere, and Exordia Academy is full of its most talented class of students yet. Whether you’re looking for a place to hone your skills, develop or just fit in – there’s something for everyone within our hallowed halls. Class is in session.

Originally posted by jonginssoo


Jongin. Knowledge Absorption. Jongin was very young, when he learned to stay silent. When he learned his knowledge was alienating, his genius a burden. He learned early, knowing too much makes others fearful, since people (ironically enough) tend to fear the unknown. Until Jongin finds you. You, as it turns out, are something much more difficult to understand. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash​ - [ Anomaly ]

Originally posted by intokai

Kyungsoo. Telepathy. For someone who finds solace in silence, Kyungsoo’s life is overwhelming at best. Everywhere he goes, everyone he meets is loud, deafeningly so. He never asked for this gift. To know exactly what people think, the moment they think it. Thoughts which more often than not, make him think people are jealous, self-servicing cowards. Always, he’s wished the voices would stop and always, he’s met with more. That is, until he’s alone with you and, for the first time in his life – he hears absolutely nothing. 

One Shot by @knockknocksoosthere - [ Noise ]

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Junmyeon. Psychokinesis. Junmyeon does not touch things if he can help it. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. It’s just that nothing ever truly prepares a person for the lived experiences of objects. Touching a book means he does not get the words inside, he gets the laughter of the person who read it last. Touching a door means he is forced to live every impossible life of the men and women who have been and gone from the room. Junmyeon does not touch things if he can help it. Until he touches a dormitory wall. Until he hears you. 

One Shot by @bread-jinie - [ Replay ] 

Originally posted by tinyjunmyeon

Sehun. Invisibility. Sehun remembers the very first time he turned invisible. It was in his primary school days, he was performing Tap Solo #5 in the middle of the stage. Sehun entered from stage left, promptly forgetting the very first move. His legs faltered, mind went blank – and sudden screams erupted from the audience, when Sehun’s body disappeared. His family moved the next week. This kind of thing becomes normal, though – until the day Sehun is invisible, and you see him anyways.

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [ Blue Roses ]

Originally posted by kyungsuhos

Minseok. Essokinesis. Reality has never been kind to Minseok. Always, he’s been overlooked. Always picked last, always bullied by those larger than him. Until one day, he snaps. He imagines himself towering over his tormentors, striking fear into their puny hearts and dangling them from his palm. When he realizes they, too experience this distorted reality – things begin to change. No longer is Minseok nobody. The first time he steps foot on campus, people know who he is. He sees them whisper, sees them shy away and while he finds comfort in their fear – it’s lonely. When he meets you though, he finds you don’t look away. Perhaps there’s a reason.  

One Shot by @knockknocksoosthere - [ Dark ]

Originally posted by kimjongah

Yixing. Time Travel. Life for Yixing has never been easy. It’s not that he’s from a bad family, it isn’t even that he fits a stereotype. The problem is that he fits no stereotype, and people, as kind as they can be, have the tendency to be impossibly cruel to things that seem to exist outside of society’s boxes. Yixing really doesn’t fit into anywhere or any when, until he fades. Until he reforms. Until he finds you.

One Shot by @bread-jinie - [ the week of 10 / 15 - 10 / 21 ]

Originally posted by chiuyixing

Baekhyun. Aquakinesis.  Baekhyun thinks he has control over his powers by now. Thinks he’s past that prepubescent age where his sadness brought drizzles and his anger, monsoons. All this though, is before he makes the terrible and horrifying mistake of falling in love with his best friend. You. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [ the week of 10 / 22 - 10 / 28 ]

Originally posted by fy-exo

Chanyeol. Pyrokinesis. Chanyeol isn’t entirely sure why his parents enrolled him at the university, considering he has never presented any remotely special power. He’s a quick learner, but nothing like Jongin; he’s skilled at sports, but nothing like his friends with enhanced speed. In truth, Chanyeol thinks he’s simply average and simply human. He doesn’t mind, he’s watched his family struggle with their powers for years and thinks of these problems as a burden. But then one day he meets you, and everything inside him is set aflame. Literally. 

One Shot by @bread-jinie - [ the week of 10 / 29 - 11 / 4 ]

Originally posted by porkdo-bi

Jongdae. Enhanced Strength. Jongdae remembers the exact moment he knew he was different. He slammed the door to his room, a normal, teenage reaction but was terrified when the plaster and plywood crumbled down around him. From that moment on, he was changed. No longer his parents’ son, Jongdae belonged to someone else entirely. He was adopted – that was what they said. Now, even surrounded by people who are supposedly the same, he feels lost. Adrift, like he’s meant for something else. Then there’s you. You make him feel alive, wanted in a way he’s never understood. 

One Shot by @knockknocksoosthere - [ the week of 11 / 5 -  11 / 11 ]

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Meet the next generation of superheroes. (Prompt from Anonymous xx)

masterlist

note: please reblog this directly from my blog. also, get tagged in my new fics. !! indicates smut  


- the vampire diaries - 

stefan salvatore: 

damon salvatore:

kai parker:


- the originals -

kol mikaelson:

klaus mikaelson:

elijah mikaelson:


- teen wolf -

stiles stilinski:

void stiles:

scott mccall:

isaac lahey:

liam dunbar:

theo raeken:

derek hale:

peter hale:

brett talbot:


- celebrities/people - 

dylan o’brien:

tyler posey:


- the maze runner - 

thomas: 


- the internship - 

stuart twombly:


- american assassin - 

mitch rapp:


last updated: october 10th, 2017 

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Hello

At last, the first in a series of interconnecting one shots about my Victuri Merman AU!

I had so much fun drawing these, I hope you guys like them! These two drawings are based on the last scene in this one shot :D

This first one shot is bit short and possibly a bit slow but you need to know how they met first :) Then it’s just going to be fluff for days~

I haven’t written fanfiction in about 6 years. Please have mercy X’D

This is the only place this fic is posted at the moment since I don’t have an AO3 account. Anyone wanna help a fan out and send me an invite so I don’t have to go on a waiting list? X’D

Relatively short introductory one shot under the cut.

Keep reading

The Cartel (Master List)

BOOGIE NIGHTS AND COLOMBIAN WHITE

It’s 1970′s Florida and the most wicked cartel on the eastern seaboard is at the peak of crime and thievery. Each member designed to execute exactly what they’re meant to - each a cog inside Byun Baekhyun’s well-oiled machine. Every king needs a court though; a worthy entourage to ensure his continued power. In order to deal the cleanest product, sometimes you have to get your hands dirty.


Byun Baekhyun, The Head. Smooth, meticulous, nary a word or hair out of place. Holds nothing dearer than the empire he built with his own two hands - except for the one woman who could bring it all crashing down. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - Fire ]

Originally posted by luedeer


Kim Minseok, The Pimp. Anything you need done - and done right - you go to Minseok. His hands are everywhere, he knows everything and he’s often the first face you see in the cartel. He also might be your last.

One Shot by @rudeboywonho - Danger Within ]

Originally posted by addtidathida


Kim Jongin, The Diversion. Charm, wit and the face of an angel. Jongin is a man eyes can’t help but be drawn towards. He’ll flirt, he’ll smile - all while quietly robbing you blind. Fond of racing, women and loose morals - you know where there’s Jongin, Yixing can’t be too far behind.

One Shot by @kimnamwho[ Momentum ]

Originally posted by kittihun


Zhang Yixing, The Eyes. When asked why he likes the dark so much, he just says that he does. Simple. Really, it’s because it’s easy to forget your rules when you think no one is watching, or remembering you in the morning but he’s seen you. He’s seen you and, oh - does he remember all your secrets. 

One Shot by @bread-jinie - [ Shortwave ]

Originally posted by 305heaux


Oh Sehun, The Greaser. Better at fixing cars than people, Sehun is the man to know when your vehicle needs to be at the top of its game. Full of sarcastic remarks, random car facts and long gazes - he’s usually found elbow-deep in a machine, a dirty rag tucked into his back pocket. You need a car that’s fast, sexy and damn-near impossible to catch? Oh Sehun’s got you covered. 

One Shot by @imdifferentshadesofpurple - [ Accélérer ]

Originally posted by lullabyun


Do Kyungsoo, The Fed. Because every respectable cartel needs an inside man. He can bust the operation in a matter of minutes, but when the price is right you’ll find a significant amount of evidence lost. The FBI agent with a promising future, only to be dragged down for the sake of his family. But let’s not judge him too hard - a man’s got to eat, after all. 

One Shot by @def-initely-soul - Artifex ]

Originally posted by dazzlingkai


Park Chanyeol, The Bruiser.  If his name doesn’t strike fear into your heart, you haven’t had the chance to meet him face to face. As the muscle of the operations, Chanyeol has one job and one job only: protect Byun Baekhyun. No one so much as looks at the Head without Chanyeol saying so. 

One Shot by @knockknocksoosthere - [ Illusions ]

Originally posted by grinding-on-baek


Kim Junmyeon, The Cleaner. In a group as hot-headed as this, it’s easy for members to forget themselves and leave a trail. Junmyeon is one who makes their problems disappear, who erases them to nothing more than lemon and bleach. When a member wakes up on a boat, stranded with only a snowshoe crab for company - who’s the man that they call? Junmyeon. 

One Shot by @igot7bangtanbaes - [ Erasure ]

Originally posted by veriloquentmind


Kim Jongdae, The Money. Years ago, Jongdae was just another analyst on Wall Street. These days, it’s rare to see him without his Bugatti or penthouse view. In charge of the numbers, analysis and all things paper - Jongdae is the one who protects their funds. Just in case this life of crime should ever come crashing down around them. 

One Shot by @kpopfanfictrash - [ The Money ]  

Originally posted by dragonkick

Hunter x Hunter (2011)

Final Rate: S
Cry-o-meter: 4/5

Positives

+First of all, holy shit
+The protagonists are extremely likable, well-written, and complex. 
+I’ve never been more invested in a cast of characters 
+The villains are also likable, well-written, and complex. I can’t believe this show threw the most irredeemable ruthless killer at me and then made me cry over him.
+A well paced, slow-burn story that starts deceptively lighthearted and then gets dark and violent and genuinely upsetting
+Stellar character development. Everyone gets a turn to be the antihero and I fucking love it.
+Actions have actual consequences and the show isn’t afraid to kill off characters
+Intense and creative fight scenes
+The Phantom Troupe arc was dope as all hell
+Kurapika is the accumulation of all of my least favorite tropes but it’s played completely straight and he’s my favorite 
+The art gradually increases in quality. It starts off kinda mediocre but by the end of the show it’s great
+It progresses almost like an RPG. The characters start off level one, with not a whole lot of skills or punch, and by the end they’re level 100 or so. The main characters don’t start off powerful (with maybe a small exception to Killua).
+The characters train? They actually train to get better? This is such a little thing but you can actually watch their progress.
+That *iconic* shot when Killua goes full-electric mode for the first time
+It’s not cheesy! it’s not! It seems like the show that would be really cheesy with a lot of angry screaming but it’s not!
+No filler! Everything is plot relevant!

Negatives
-It’s been on hiatus for a while because the creator is dealing with back problems and people aren’t all that hopeful about it continuing 
-I need more Kurapika! The last clip of him at the very end just left me wanting to see more of him. The next arc in the manga is actually focused on Kurapika and Leorio but it won’t be animated for a while…
-The Chimera Ant arc probably could have been cut down in length, and a lot of the character designs were goofy. It changed and became better, but still. 
-The Alluka mini-arc didn’t really do it for me. She didn’t have any character depth, she came out of nowhere, and it didn’t make me feel those sweet sweet emotions the show usually provides
-Hisoka pops a boner for a 12 year old 
-”sorry but you take second place to alluka lol” b i t ch after everything you’d been through together?
-Unfinished, for now.

Final Comments: Holy fuck I wasn’t expecting to like this show as much as I did. Easily joined my list of personal favorites. I honestly can’t even say anything but if you love that slow burn frog-in-a-frying-pan type of show then you’ll love it. The pacing is so good, I love everyone, honestly please give it a chance and don’t get turned off if the first few episodes aren’t your style. 
The Time of Our Lives (Steven Moffat’s final DWM Column)

You know something I don’t know. You know who the next Doctor is. At least, I think that will be out by the time you read this. Old Chibs (as he must always now be known) is playing his cards close to his chest, and won’t tell me a thing. I attempted to give him some sage advice on the subject of secrecy, but he gave me a look, as if to say, “Seriously, have you checked your own record on this??” and had me removed by security. Again. But it’s comfy here, in my skip in the Roath Lock car park, and Russell is good company. When we’re both not crying, that is.

Actually, I’m not comfy at all. I’ve got everything crossed. Can Old Chibs pull it off? Can we actually have a new Doctor that’s a proper surprise, the way it’s supposed to be? I do hope so! But you know all that by now, out there, in the glorious new dawn.

And the fact is, I have no more news for you. Barely any secrets to keep. One more Special on Christmas Day, and I’ll be gone before the end credits. A brand-new team will go blazing into action, and in the far future, vast new Andrew Pixley Archives will form in the void.

But frankly, even I don’t care about me - this is all about Peter Capaldi. I saw him at the end, you know. The very last shot you see of him as the Doctor is in fact (brilliant scheduling by amazing producer, Pete Bennett) the very last thing Peter did on the show. Just as popping out the TARDIS and confusing Strax was the very first thing he did in Deep Breath, all those centuries ago. Since then he’s faced down a Mummy on the Orient Express, talked down a Zygon war using a couple of empty boxes, punched a wall for four and a half billion years, misunderstood the romantic intent of a puddle, decked a racist, insulted Santa, had a 24-year date in a restaurant, and played gooseberry when Missy met herself. He’s been gentle and fierce and rude and kind, and now with a wave of his hand and a flap of his cuff, he’s striding into the sunset to give it a piece of his mind. Be there for him on Christmas Day - Scotland’s finest in his final hour. He’ll break your heart and save your galaxy, all over again.

It was funny, that last day. I was in the studio for most of it, which is the first time I’ve ever managed that on Doctor Who. Normally, there’s so much else to do - new season to plan, new scripts to write, new stars to find. But now, with my time on the show winding down, with desks falling empty, and computers falling silent, and endless rounds of goodbye drinks, there’s nowhere else for me to be.

Brian Minchin is here today. And we sit and laugh and chat, and marvel at Peter’s extraordinary final performance. Every take is different and beautiful in a new way, and how the hell are we supposed to choose just one? It’s not goodbye to Brian, I’m delighted to say - he’s joining me and Sue at Hartswood Films, and we have dark and mighty plans.
Rachel Talalay, our finale specialist, is directing. She’s come back to see number 12 off into the shades but I very much hope she’ll be directing more Doctor Whos in the future. She keeps hinting that she won’t, though.

“You’re already directing the new one - you’re doing the regeneration!”
“Yes, but apart from that.”
“You probably know who the new Doctor is, and everything!”
“No, I don’t”
“You had a secret dinner with Matt Strevens and Old Chibs!”
“It wasn’t secret!”
“Well, I didn’t know about it.”
“No-one thought to tell you, it was just for people who are… you know…”
“What?”
“Involved.”

I was alright after a bit, and the nurse with the oxygen was very nice.

“Who’s the new Doctor?” I demanded to know from my stretcher, mostly in hand signals.
“I don’t know,” lied Rachel, probably.
“Just the initials.”
“I don’t know.”
“Will you tell me if I cry?”
“You’re already crying.”
“… Would you like ten pounds?”

There’s another goodbye coming up - and frankly it’s right here. My old friend, the wise and kind King of Numbers himself, Tom Spilsbury, is leaving this magazine. It’s funny, we’ve done almost everything in parallel in Doctor Who. He was assistant editor on the mag, while I was an occasional writer for Russell’s era. He became editor only shortly before I became showrunner. And now, at the end, we’re tumbling out the door together. We’ve tumbled out of quite a few doors together, but I’m damned if I’m telling you which pubs. Once a month, for so many years, Tom would remind me that this column was due. No, that’s a lie. He’d remind me several times a month. Towards the end, in a very high voice, with crying. Well, no more! These days are over. Tom’s entirely brilliant era of DWM is drawing to a close with every word you read, my time on Doctor Who is vanishing like breath on a mirror, and this column too is about to pop out of existence.

It’s funny how things you take for granted just disappear, isn’t it? That school you went to every day and then never go back to, that friend you part from laughing and never see again, all those doors that click behind you without you knowing they’re closing forever. I first wrote Doctor Who in 2004, and I very much hoped I’d get to write it again. Then I wrote more, and then so much more, until I thought it might go on forever. I remember at some awards dinner, telling Brian I loved my job so much I couldn’t imagine ever stopping. In other more melancholy moments I knew that everything ends and wondered what the very last words I’d ever write about Doctor Who would be. Well, the time has come, and here they are.

All my love, good luck and goodbye.