if you want festive dw content to hold you over until the christmas special airs might i suggest hopping over to spotify and listening to the unabridged eighth doctor audio the chimes of midnight
it has everything: paul mcgann & india fisher being iconic. a mysterious edwardian manor. disembodied voices. a banger soundtrack. the doctor licking random bullshit. shearman-typical body horror. plum pudding. oh, there is so much plum pudding. christmas just isn't christmas without it
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my experience with maxing out the twins' friendship is just-
Hawke: So, Carver, my dear baby brother who I love and adore, I only need +10 more points to max out your friendship. I've done the grind; through gritted teeth I've kissed templar ass so that we don't raise suspicion. I've supported and defended you and let you take the lead whenever I could. You're my favorite warrior. I took you to the Deep Roads with me because you desperately wanted to go and then made you a warden and you found a place, a purpose. I've practically written my own guide on how to earn as much friendship with you because I love you and it's totally worth it so can I please please have the last +10...?
Carver:
Hawke: Carver please I'm begging you
Carver:
Carver: +5 Friendship
Hawke: AAUUGGGHHLKSAJDLKAJSDLK-
Hawke: So, Bethany, my dear sis-
Bethany: +50 Friendship
Hawke:
Bethany: :)
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We mostly seem to feel it appropriate and desirable that all spoken words, even office memoranda, recordings of private conversations, grandmother’s tales, be saved on tape, stored in memory banks, transcribed, written, printed, preserved in libraries. Perhaps not many of us could say why we save so many words, why our forests must all be cut to make paper to mark our words on, our rivers dammed to make electricity to power our word processors; we do it obsessively, as if afraid of something, as if compensating for something. Maybe we’re afraid of death, afraid to let our words simply be spoken and die, leaving silence for new words to be born in. Maybe we seek community, the lost, the irreproducible.
-- Ursula K. Le Guin, Always Coming Home (576-7)
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i feel odd about seeing everyone grieve Hermie and about the fact that i dont feel the same way, but like. yall i truly truly do not think he is permadead and off the pod forever. my man is the new puppet king of hell being manipulated by Willy Stampler. to ME
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I know they're already trapped in cyberspace as it is, but I never understood why Sarina turned Syrus and Hassleberry into a dinosaur and a car as opposed to like, locking them up in there or actually putting them in danger? Like if you want the stakes to feel actually important to the duel like maybe I should actually have to worry about what will happen to them if Jaden and Aster lose...?
I dunno it doesn't really matter, like obviously it's entirely possible that the thing is just that they're just bait for Jaden so it doesn't really matter what she does with them because all she needs is to get Jaden and Aster there so she can test them in a duel so once they get there Sy and Hassleberry don't really matter anymore at that point. But I just think about this kinda stuff y'know? I'm a fanfic writer haha
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WHAT'S YOUR NEW D&D CHARACTER?????
Omg let me tell you! She is the five foot unhinged little barbarian with very high Charisma and strong familial ties.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Trigun (Anime & Manga 1995-2008)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Major Character Death
Relationships: Vash the Stampede/Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Characters: Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Nicholas D. Wolfwood
Additional Tags: POV Second Person, POV Vash the Stampede (Trigun), Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Wakes & Funerals, i wrote this immediately after finishing chapter 65 and i'm inconsolable
Summary:
Dig.
Don’t think.
Just.
Dig.
Put the tip of the shovel against the ground. Lay your foot on the wide metal edge. Lean your whole body weight forward, down. Feel yourself sink into the hard, baked earth.
Feel your muscles ache and complain with the strain, but don’t think about why. Don’t think about the battle you and he just fought. Don’t think of how you lost won.
Don’t think about the body lying on the couch behind you, his eyes closed peacefully as if in sleep.
Don’t think about what you failed to tell him, in those final moments.
Just. Dig.
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having been in the tumblr rpc since i was 15 and moving to discord when tumblr really tanked, i think i can confidently say my least favorite ppl in the rpc are the ones my age (25+) who Cannot handle their characters not being the center of attention meanwhile their character is the MOST insufferable mix of contradictions. what do you mean you need everyone to like your character (to the point you always "had a massive drop in mood and need to step away" the second anyone criticizes him) but also he's the black sheep and has never felt like he belongs meanwhile he's aggressive and rude to everyone, including his own family, and by your own admission "only cares about his partner right now"???? and he's not 18 he's supposed to be in his 30s??? seek therapy or write a terrible book, i beg (and no this isn't even about ben winters lmfao)
you forgot to add that the fc is almost always some random white man who looks like he hasn't washed his hair in six months. that brand of mun is top 3 reasons i mostly avoid groups w/out diversity rules. - x
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