#pubgoers

[lichqueenlibrarian]

“Keep your pants on,” he said, turning, and then laughed a great laugh and added “—Captain!”

“I do try,” Jim said, rather drily.

FUCKIN END ME LMAO I’m literally dying

J I M

(Okay also Uhura has Spock’s Vulcan Harp and I love that)

[naamahdarling]

Oh I forgot, met a pub cat today! Her name is Stormy! She loves begging for food and rolling in dust in the sun.

I LOVE HER EYES! The same color as the leaves! What a pretty girl. I hope she gets lots of admiration from the pubgoers!

[asanjou]

Knocked Gira and Hiromu off my shelf and the corona got knocked out of Gira's hand but not Hiromu's. Mr Kuwagataohger lacks the pubgoer's temperament

[sclfmastery]

I have seen so much consternation about 73 Yards. I am a little over halfway through the episode (Kate L-S just showed up) and I really do genuinely wonder how, combined with nearly dying on an alien planet last week, Ruby will ever psychologically recover, but I do have some thoughts as to Russell Davies's intentions.

Despite how they laugh it raucously off, the pubgoers' explanation of a liminal space and fairy circle seem to be at least the broad concept of this episode. I kind of wonder if the point of this episode is that even the Doctor doesn't know a lot of the phenomena in the universe, even as close as a sparsely populated coastal village in Wales. The episode really gives Midnight vibes. Enclosed space (hotel this time), with a bunch of strangers who still bring interesting preconceptions and biases to that space for a set period of time (almost like a play within a play), the absolute terror and yet wonder of realizing that what seems banal cam become deeply unfamiliar and threatening in certain lights, times of day, etc,with just one or two things that are Off(tm).

Regardless of its inscrutable contribution to this season's plot, is this IDEA not at the core of any experience traveling with the lone, misfit Time Lord? Maybe Ruby is rapidly being introduced to what happens to the Doctor's companions (I thought Kate's words on UNIT's "tradition" were pretty poignant for that reason). It doesn't have to be a gemstone planet in another part of the galaxy, which makes it scarier. To be ever following yet distant is to BE the Doctor's Companion. You will never know every inch of the Doctor; the Doctor has actively chosen (13 tossing the fobwatch into the depths of the TARDIS gears) not to know every part of himself. You will also never know the future (yours or anyone else's), even the "fixed" future, with certainty, because you are traveling with the Doctor in alinear time and space.

And the sense of VOID, ABSENCE, LIMINALITY (in-betweenness) this brings is an echo of many motifs we've seen since Fourteen: for instance, the last Uncanny Valley episode, woth Fourteen, Donna, the farthest edge of the universe, and the No-Things; the inconceivable vastness of the Toymaker and his Children and their power; the distance from Ruby to her follower, and so on.

I'm also feeling that, since it snowed in the first five minutes, Ruby reacted to and with whatever the malicious (?) force is, and the idea of everyone running away screaming or wanting to abandon her mahy be really tragic foreshadowing about her origins. And the Doctor will probably feel terrible sorrow about her fate since, as the Timeless Child, he can relate.

So why the hell did he let her just romp up to the "fairy circle" and apologize rather than tell her "hey, babes, hang on a sec"? Why, right after nearly losing her because HE bounded unsafely onto a bomb?

[cyber-sec]

A million Australian pubgoers wake up to find personal info listed on leak site

Source: https://www.theregister.com/2024/05/02/australian_pubs_data_breach/

[satinstowaway]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Maggie/Nina (Good Omens) 

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), (they don't really.. say anything but the whole fic IS about them), Maggie (Good Omens), Nina (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens) 

Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, POV Second Person, (it was meant to be a more general "you" but now you're a sorta nosy soho resident sorry), Queerplatonic Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Kinda, this is me spreading my "aziracrow aren't human so wouldn't define their relationship in human terms, but also they're gay but also they're in a qpr but also they're best friends" agenda

[dingleberry-7708]

one sunny evening after the holy war french algebra raised its white flag, four men walked up and went inside a bar unbeknounced to most of the pubgoers, likely because it was 20something years later and none of the young people in the crowd have heard of them before they were all either passed out, drunk or both

[dullahandyke]

scouring my brain for the words to say 'this adaptation suits itself to its audience of irish pubgoers by taking a myth, in archaic translated language and locked behind an intimidating book, and injecting innuendo and regional accent jokes as to suit the atmosphere of a pub night out' without saying 'it brings itself to the ILLITERATE MASSES by INDULGING in BASE AND COMMON HUMOUR'

[harrison-abbott]

Back to the Soap Operas

In the town centre they were holding the funeral for a famous ex politician who had recently died. And thousands of people were set to attend. Most of them had white hair and plush suits and many used to be or were still household names. On the TV screens they looked grim and neat and there was a baritone speech from a religious man in full regalia, listening the achievements of the politician. The event was televised inside the cathedral. And broadcast to millions of people across the nation. The chest that had the dead body in it was unlike any of those millions of civilians were likely to see in their lives; and certainly they wouldn’t any coffins like that: but, of course, they saw it on a screen and this made it rather like a movie. When all of the holy words were finished, six stony men in white caps and blue uniforms carried the chest out of the building … and eventually the TV journalist dared to speak over the hush, when it was his turn. Handkerchiefs were brought to eyelids. Even some of those elderly men who had been taught never to cry in public.

And, all across the nation these images played in all kinds of different places. In bars, where people were getting drunk. In the backs of cafés and takeaway joints, where the workers had the television on to evade insanity. In betting shops where gamblers were itching for their results. In living rooms, bedrooms, on phones, laptops, anywhere you like. And many of the generations who were aware of it had no clue who this ex politician was. They were too young to have grown up with that face on older TV screens.

But, many of the older generations did. And they despised this person then and were thoroughly glad that this person was now deceased. They remembered the years of misery that this person had caused them. Through a manic, careless decree. These destructive laws that had neutered them financially. They remembered the jobs they’d lost, the rooftops that were taken from them. The war. Rioting in the big cities. And the police brutality that quelled the outbursts. None of them had ever voted for this politician. The problem being that there were millions of other people who did – folk who didn’t have the same problems as they did, and therefore weren’t affected. And they wondered why on earth there was such a plush funeral for the politician. Somebody who destroyed the livelihoods of so many people across the country, and literally destroyed the lives altogether of people abroad. What was special about them?

When the funeral coverage was over, most people in the country were glad. The pubgoers could go back to their boisterousness. The kitchen workers could head back to the soap operas; the gamblers to their horses and soccer scores; the non-workers to their movies or game shows. Phew. They knew that their own funerals would never be televised. But, what did that matter? They were watching TV now, in the moment, and they were still alive.

[melikemmm]

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[pubgoer]

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[alchemisland]

Pubgoer

Red sky in morning, slaughter of the solar cows Massive cask of red wine, all of it poured out Cana wedding too much wilding out, Cain came Anyone buys him a pint gets avenged sevenfold Still got him one, for the sake of time’s old.

[gregory2day]

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[crossover-enthusiast]

But i did find out my dad had a drone he bought from the market and he may have lost control of it

And it flew over a buncha pubgoers at like 90mph and they all freaked out

BAHAHA