Day Eleven: Favourite Dalek Story

Do you think after one of the big alien sightings in nu who someone’s dad was casually like “oh yeah reminds me of the dinosaur evacuation”?

I'm at the pediatrician office watching two 3-year olds attempt to break the language barrier.

Guys?

happy valentine’s day from the emptiest head in paris

Honestly, why should I have real kids when I can just mentally adopt every precious boy I see on screen and add them to my growing list of sons.

The War Chief is not the Master! The War Chief is not the Master!

Someone enters a dark room and turns on a single spotlight. It is a BBC representative and I’m stuck in a chair.

“Agree that the War Chief is the Master,” they say.

“Never.”

“Can you deny this?” They play clips from the colorization of The War Games with the Master’s score playing over scenes of the War Chief.

“Easily,” I reply, “you just put that there right now. It wasn’t there before.”

Various torture methods are employed, trying to make me break. But I have gone years ignoring the fan theorists and will not bend just because the BBC has given them a bone. I sit up, battered and bruised but not broken.

“Say it.”

I spit blood back at them. “Never.”

Having worked my way through most of the Seventh doctor's first season, I have to say the the general fanbase are all fucking idiots for saying this season is trash, it's banger after banger

You're going to tell me that Paradise Towers is bad? That Delta and the Bannermen is bad? That Dragonfire is bad?

What show were you watching?

New Asexual/Aroace motto:

"Make Lunch, not War."

I came up with this while I, an asexual aromantic woman since 2005, am putting my chickie nuggies in the oven.

Bruce going to the park and realizing he has an extra kid

Bruce: hey boys, come get some cupcakes! *opening the package he bought earlier at the store* here, Dick, I know you like chocolate—here, Jason, that’s funfetti, here, Kid, this one’s—wait Dick, Jason, and Kid: *stare up at him innocently* Bruce: *slowly relinquishes the cupcake to Kid* uh . . . Who is this? Jason: *nonchalantly* oh, this is Tim. Our brother. Bruce: *chokes, immediately wondering if he somehow missed that Jason or Dick had a brother* your what— Jason: our brother? Bruce: *coughs* that’s what I thought you said, but that doesn’t clear anything u- Tim: *adorably* mister? Are you their dad? Jason: yeah, he is. Tim: *hugs Bruce* Bruce: Bruce: *looks to Dick and narrows his eyes, still holding into Tim* you Planned This, you little demon Dick: oh absolutely *fist bumps Jason* Jason: so can we keep him? Bruce: he’s a child, not a dog- Tim: *still hugging Bruce* mister, this cupcake is delicious! I don’t get any sweets at home, mama says it’ll make me too fat for the press Bruce: *immediately* nope, he’s ours now