What On Earth Is Theo Possible?
A featherless biped, for a start. A time-travelling DJ. A snappy dresser. Perhaps more pointedly, “Blair Bidmead’s answer to Iris Wildthyme, whose Tardis Wiki page you will find here”.
But that’s not the real question. Is he a Time Lord, or what? With a name like that, I always assumed he was some kind of posthuman; but Ryan Fogarty’s Wringing Off implies otherwise, with second-generation Outsider Pyke Xi-Rauth having the following mental reflection:
Pyke lived in the slums of paradise; a relopod ward in the drylands. He was not one of the privileged lickspittles of his planet’s aristocracy. With the exception of a few artists and revolutionaries like Theo Possible his kind never got the chance to break out from where they ‘belonged’.
Wait, what?
Obviously, I had to investigate. Here’s what Ryan told me:
Meeting the First Doctor [in The Rise and Fall of Señor 105], he expresses a great and active animosity towards the aristocracy. It's never spelled out, but I tend to think that he is a Shabogan who ended up adventuring off-planet and was never anywhere near a Time Lord Academy.
[But] even talking to Blair he hemmed and hawed on that question. I don't commit one way or the other [in the quoted Wringing Off passage] — internal to Pyke's own timeline, he knows him because he deejayed a couple of concerts on the Sixth Homeworld and on the Space Wrestling circuit.
(The Sixth Homeworld is by far the most permissive one to sneak into, you see, because it was shoddily put together.)
Intriguing! Frustratingly inconclusive, but intriguing!
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Whb knew how to get my simp ass when they made Mammon. I want to fondle those tiddies, motorboat them, sleep on them. Just bury my face in 'em and let them comfort me while Hell's biggest sugardaddy softy strokes my hair >;c
HE’S GOT SOME LETHAL WEAPONS
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the hitch in van helsing's words when he says "i beseech you" im going to cry for real this time. it's not even simply that he knows how important it is that he gets arthur to trust him, that he's conscious of their duty to all living souls and lucy herself to do this to her and how difficult this will be physically and emotionally. it's that arthur now distrusts him, cries at him in anger - arthur, the man who looks like his lost son and whom he loves because of it. the man whose love and respect he may now never get back after suggesting mutilating lucy's corpse. he isn't just desperate for all the men in that room to trust him so they can give lucy peace and keep the living safe. that's the sacrifice of his father's heart splitting in two right there. wtf alan burgon.
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hey dude re: everyone malding about subspace being "an abuser", have you never fucking been abused before?? abusers are PEOPLE. you cannot be serious right now. abusers aren't just magically scum of the earth in every aspect, anyone has the potential to be an abuser. even YOU!!! ESPECIALLY YOU, READING THIS RN!!!! You cannot be ripping sodas throat out about portraying a character with flaws, who is a shitty person, and that's exactly what you're doing right now. it's kind of fucking disgusting. you have to chill the fuck out. i KNOW y'all are twitter mfs too just by your goddamn media comprehension.
artists are people. devs are people. You need to learn boundaries. you need to learn some fucking respect. the things they make are their own, they're not fucking making shit purely to cater to you and they are under zero obligation to heed to your specific likes and comforts. characters in media can be morally grey, do shitty things, just like real life people! y'know what's fucking abusive?? clubbing someone over the head who makes the thing you like just because you personally were taken aback by a creative choice they made!!!!
tldr get the fuck over your moral purity bullshit with the subspace situation and leave soda alone. characters are allowed to be portrayed as morally grey, abusers are human beings, let it be the fucking end of it and for the love of GOD get off sodas fucking back and learn some fucking boundaries!!!! people like you are killing the creative drives of the artists you claim to praise. it's disgusting.
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Truly baffled by people who think the Beast was transformed when he was 12, based on a rando lyric in "Be Your Guest."
Wow, that is one tall, buff twelve year old! In plate mail, no less!
This is literally what he looked like. Nearly identical to how he appears in the finale. He's probably been twenty years old for a decade. He lives in an enchanted castle.
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@silvertiefling sent: "could you ever see me as more than a friend?" // SOURCE: OOPS... I have a crush on you.
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The shift in his body language is instant. So quick, the way he TENSES after appearing so relaxed, limbs loosely stretched on the floor like a lazy cat in a sunbeam. Despite her cruelties, Puck likes spending time with Katya. Perhaps, at times, even because of those cruelties. Her tough exterior & raw strength make him feel almost tamed. LEASHED, in a sense. He knows if he starts to slip, she is the most likely person to bring him back to himself, or at the very least be able to handle him with a chance of survival. She doesn’t even know how much that means to him. It’s difficult to put his feelings into words. He probably shouldn’t.
⸻ & he simply enjoys her company. Is that so wrong ?Is he not allowed nice things ?Maybe he thinks he doesn't. That's why he can't acknowledge them.
But then she speaks, and he sits up so abruptly that he sees stars. Feels a bit nauseous all of a sudden. Is it hot in here ?Puck tugs at the collar of his shirt, throat bobbing.
More than a friend. What does that mean ?Don’t play dumb; you know what that means. For other people, not me !It always looks so easy for other people. Being more than friends. COURTSHIP. Romance. There’s another word for it, but it escapes him. Or perhaps he escapes it, hightailing it as soon as it comes into view.
It’s difficult to put his feelings into words. He really shouldn’t. It would be bad if he spoke them into existence. As if verbalizing them will alert whatever beast lives inside him, allowing it access to what he finds most precious. It will tear it all apart, a literal splitting of meat from bone, and he'll smile through it.
❝ I- I’m ⸻ ❞ Lightheaded. Not looking at her at all. Staring down at his palms. They itch. They itch. Repeatedly, he pokes the sharp claw of one thumb into the palm of the other hand. Is it not obvious enough ?Must he say it out loud ?It was FINE before. They were FINE before she opened her mouth, asking a question he couldn't answer.
❝ W- What do you mean, exactly ?❞ Playing dumb again.
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