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im going to CRY i was just looking at dr who sheet music and one arrangement has this rehearsal text

[ID: Bill's Theme (Imagine Bill's smile, then play) /end ID]

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I might have accidentally developed another hyper fixation

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"immortality sucks because all your friends die" all your friends die anyway. those we do not mourn are those who mourn us.

"immortality sucks because you forget who you are" we always forget who we are. do you remember who you were at four years of age? who you were at fourteen? "who i am" is a shadow cast on the wall.

"immortality sucks because" skill issue. skill issue. skill issue. give me your liver

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hello. did you know these are the only times the doctor ever called him “master” to his face without prompting. in the whole entire show

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Always remember that Steven Moffat used to post and comment on forums discussing Doctor Who many years before he became a writer for the series. The future showrunner of the show could at this very moment be lurking somewhere on social media posting about how The 12th Doctor is a butch lesbian.

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Evolution of the Doctor

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everyone say happy pride month to rose marion tyler.

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My rarepairs things today then: The Master (any incarnation) but partial to Delgado or Missy / the Doctor's TARDIS

anon you will be delighted to know i’ve actually got another prompt just like this one as well. two for one missy/tardis deal. (i would give you delgado but T-T i lack. the classic who knowledge. one day. soon.)

The TARDIS is used to thieves in the night. She revolves around them. Her thief and her river and her…

The TARDIS groans a discordant note throughout her console room. Missy tilts her head back to observe the engine whirr spuriously in irritation. “Oh, please, I’m not even making trouble.”

If the TARDIS could speak, she would add a yet. She lets it show through buttons sticking beneath Missy’s fingers and levers that won’t pull. Missy huffs.

“I’m not!” she protests. “Scout’s honor!”

The TARDIS flickers to life one of her many screens. On this one, she lists every organization the Master has ever been a part of, scrolling quickly to cover her whole life. Notably missing is any form of scout troop. “Now you’re just being petty. I promise to send you right back where you came from.” Missy tries to pull another lever. It breaks off in her hand. She waves it at the TARDIS. “I’m trying to be nice!”

The TARDIS chuffs.

“Watch,” Missy mutters, rounding the TARDIS console and pointedly pressing her buttons. The TARDIS observes the read-out of her inputs closely. “This is me, setting your coordinates, and this is me, pushing the return switch to send you right back the moment I step out of your doors. Are you happy? Can I have a ride?”

Curious, the TARDIS rumbles, one part of her console glowing a soft pink. Missy makes a face.

“I don’t have to tell you why.”

The TARDIS shuts off all the lights.

“Fine! I lost my own TARDIS!” The lights, gradually, rise again. “You take me back to it, and we can forget this entire thing happened.” The screen flickers again. The TARDIS watches gleefully as Missy’s mouth falls open. The screen plays back her every action since entering. “Delete that! Don’t you dare! I’ll wipe you back to factory settings if I have to!”

The TARDIS, using what Missy tried to enter earlier, suddenly lurches into flight. Missy stumbles over.

“Why doesn’t he leave the-!” The TARDIS gives an extra hard jolt forward through the vortex, and Missy tumbles against the console, clutching on for dear life.

When they land, the TARDIS dings pleasantly.

“I hate you,” Missy mutters.

The TARDIS dings again, passive aggressively.

Missy picks herself up, straightens her dress, and tries to leave. The doors stick. She tugs harder, and they remain stubbornly shut. “What now?” The TARDIS doesn’t give her a single hint. She’s a TARDIS, and Missy’s a Time Lord. They have as long as they need for Missy to figure it out. Centuries, if that’s what it takes. The Doctor won’t even notice she’s gone.

Thankfully, Missy doesn’t take quite that long. Reluctantly, she grinds out a, “Thank you.”

The doors pop open.

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The Doctor & Missy: text posts – pt. 2

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punktranstwissy.. .. give me a chance…

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oh missy what a pity you don’t understand, you take me by the hearts when you take me by the hand

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i love classic who's weird misogyny. the characters split up, with the men going and exploring while the women stay put. ten minutes later the women have joined a revolution and are chucking bombs around while the men got kidnapped

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i love how deeply insane and self-contradictory dr who lore is

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happy trans day of visibility🏳️‍⚧️!! beaming an extra transgender s8-10 into all ur minds