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The Doctor plays League CONFIRMED?!?!?!?!

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I have a duty.

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Rewatching series 5 after so long (having gotten older and allegedly wiser) is so interesting in that like

11 is like, a dick. On purpose. He is so self righteous and rude and has his attention on the wrong things until its too late (and it gets people killed. repeatedly!) and its just so fascinating

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what an icon daddy Twelve was

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Finally quit my job and I'm gonna make it everyone's problem

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Kinda wild how The Beast Below foreshadows themes from five seasons later

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twelve + smiling [S8 / S9 / S10]

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@unitlead gets a thing

"Unified Intelligence Taskforce." He lounges on the edge of the helipad, a feet dangling off precariously, guitar resting comfortably over his stomach, fingers idly strumming a tune. " Safeguarding the world, one threat at a time. Top secret, hidden in plain sight." His brows furrow as he looks up, towards the tippy top of the highest tower in the city's skyline, he is certain the organization's logo emblazoned on the building was catching the sun at just the right angle.

"I suppose people are too focused on their phones nowadays to notice."

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HQ lad

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this is the best the 10th Doctor's outfit has looked btw

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do you think it's proper to fall in love with human women? by time lord standards?

"Is that what you see when you look at me? A proper upholder of Time Lord standards?" He doesn't try to hide the look of-- Perhaps disgust is not quite right, but he is not exactly pleased by the notion either. Watch how he so expertly, or so he thinks, side steps the actual question posed. " Never knew you could be so cruel, Romana."

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DOCTOR WHO The Husbands of River Song

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Like this for something. I will not elaborate.

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Rewatched the End of Time in preparation for a Moffat Era rewatch and

10th Doctor's drawn out farewell is doubly funny when you remember canonically he is an EXTREMELY short lived incarnation

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The Mood finally hit and I am doing a DW rewatch and

Bruh this is the most HQ I have ever seen this episode lmfao

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Change, and Not a Moment Too Soon.

Exhaustion clung to his bones like dust, his body threatening to topple over as he reached for the control lever. It wasn't long now, he only had to wait a few more moments, maybe he could sit down, just rest his eyes, let the darkness take him.

Rest, earned, and eternal.

But then, but then, his eyes glance over the monitor; there it is, he can feel it still, the old itch. " Oh, there it is, silly old universe. More I save it, the more it needs saving. The treadmill." Hadn't he given enough? How many lives had it been, how many years?

For how long could he keep burning the candle at both ends before burning himself out utterly?

His back finds the railing, eyes, longing for sleep, drifting from the rotor to the ceiling. He can practically feel her judgmental gaze on him. " Yes, yes I know they'll get it all wrong without me." Could he keep going? Should he? He's sure he ended up making the universe suffer just as many times he ended up saving it. Did it really need the Doctor, still? Hadn't he done enough?

Another chime from the rotor-- If she was being so outwardly chatty, it definitely was the end times. Almost like she was trying to get him to take the hint.

He lurches forward, hand pressing against the corner of the console for support, mind, filled with questions, stretching a moment into a thousand.

His hearts ache; He feels the weight of millennia upon him. Loves, found and lost; Mistakes, made and rectified. Could he go through it again? Couldn't he just stop?

But then again--

There is a nebula, at a far corner in the universe, in nascence, ready to be born. A beautiful spark, with no one to welcome it home. He could be there, right now, watch it bloom; He could go further, run across the fields of Elyisum, float on the iridescent flora with the smell of strawberries. So many wonders of the universe, how many of them had he managed to see? How many of them would he miss?

Oh, Doctor, Doctor, Doctor, when will you ever learn?

Acceptance or resignation, did it matter in the end? "Well, I suppose one more lifetime wouldn't kill anyone." Eyes focus on the all too familiar yellow glow, a sad, tired, smile tugging at the corner of the mouth,

" Well, except me."

You wait a moment, Doctor, there were some ground rules to go over, the basics, lets get them right.

He leaps to his feet, the regeneration energy, slowly building, ever building, giving him his second (third?) wind as he launched into his final monologue. It was always a dodgy process, danger to lose himself ever-present, he hoped his words would steer him right, guide him to where he needed to be, to the person he would like to be.

He hoped he would remember these words.

" Laugh hard. Run fast. Be Kind." The stage was set, the players ready to assume their roles, time for him to leave the dance floor. How many more metaphors could he squeeze in before the end?

Would he continue to enjoy metaphors?

Stay on course, Doctor-That-Was.

A blink, and he is on a beach far away, feeling the sand between his toes; at the distant, the inevitable wave, moving toward him with steady persistence. " Doctor, I let you go." Awash with gold, he throws his head back, death flowing out; life, flowing in, filling the TARDIS with overbearing warmth.

And round, and round, and round we went. Next stop, everywhere.

It was a bit like getting concussed, really; If being concussed meant having your brain shaken violently like an etch-a-sketch, hoping enough of you remained in the aftermath. He could feel the changes as they came on; ends of his hair felt longer, his knees ached and buckled as they made up for the height differential, his clothes now a size too large.

Blinding of gold; warmth of life, the cold touch of death. It blinds his vision, really, and then its gone; He exhales the gasp of life, new lungs taking in air for the very first time.

To begin again, how exciting.

He stumbles forward yet again, hands, younger than earlier, reaching for the handles of the display, curious for the reflection that would face him. He was-- Oh! Cheekbones still sharp as ever, eyes blue as the open sky, and-- No Adam's apple to be found?

Oh, oh! Was he a she now?

" Oh, marvelous."

Lovely, He-- she was hoping for a change in the routine.

"And-- I'm blonde!" She throws her head back, a laugh, from deep within, gazing up at the rotor with a wide, beaming smile on her face, the first of many. " I haven't been blonde in ages!"

She launches herself off the console with a twirl, joints moving, snapping, stretching for the first time; fingers tap tap tapping along the metal surface

"Okay, love, wherever shall we go next?"

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When the coffee hits hardcore and you are buzzing and then work makes you go and run around