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iorepairs · 8 months ago
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Greetings Programs,
I'm Ximonica (@aristaresident) and I've spent far too much time recently thinking about Tron '82, so I decided to make a side blog to ponder such questions as "where do Identity Discs come from anyway?", "what even is a command Program?", and "is this inconsistency just an error or did they Mean Something by this?".
I'm also making this blog to hopefully make friends w/ other ppl in the Tron community, so feel free to say hi and hit me with your lore ideas. My friend who introduced me to Tron is probably sick of me talking her ear off every time I have a new worldbuilding idea lmao.
I haven't watched Legacy yet so don't expect much of that content. I have a general idea of what happens in it and I'll get to it eventually but for right now 82 is priority one.
And yes I'm extremely normal abt Sark (lying). Not like I created a whole AU spanning 30+ years with extended lore and original characters originating from me wanting to romance him like character in Baldur's Gate III. Very normal way to be about a character, right? You agree.
End of Line.
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ruelpsen · 3 months ago
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wait no... there's two
One of the posts I rbed tonight got me thinking about if there are any skinny people/characters (in other words not my type) who I actually find hot and would fuck with given the chance and well. Off the top of my head, I came up with a grand total of one.
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saints-who-never-existed · 1 month ago
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A few more random snapshots of my beloved Cutty Sark. <3
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The circular wooden item with the holes was something I hadn't seen before - it was suspended from the ceiling and intended to hold drinks and bottles to stop them tipping over or sliding off the table in choppy seas.
Also - as embarrassing as it is to admit - I legitimately didn't notice the model figure up in the rigging (fourth image) until I looked back at my pictures later in the day... 👀
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ninadove · 3 months ago
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Nina reads Dracula 🦇
August 1st
Two days of fog, and not a sail sighted. Had hoped when in the English Channel to be able to signal for help or get in somewhere. Not having power to work sails, have to run before wind. Dare not lower, as could not raise them again. We seem to be drifting to some terrible doom.
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Mate now more demoralised than either of men. His stronger nature seems to have worked inwardly against himself.
EURYLOCHUS NO!!!!!
Men are beyond fear, working stolidly and patiently, with minds made up to worst. They are Russian, he Roumanian.
YOU’VE DOOMED US AAALL EURYLOCHUUUUUUUUUS!!!!!!!!!!
Ok now back to Mina and Lucy and the old man:
"It be all fool-talk, lock, stock, and barrel; that's what it be, an' nowt else. These bans an' wafts an' boh-ghosts an' barguests an' bogles an' all anent them is only fit to set bairns an' dizzy women a-belderin'. They be nowt but air-blebs. They, an' all grims an' signs an' warnin's, be all invented by parsons an' illsome beuk-bodies an' railway touters to skeer an' scunner hafflin's, an' to get folks to do somethin' that they don't other incline to. It makes me ireful to think o' them. Why, it's them that, not content with printin' lies on paper an' preachin' them out of pulpits, does want to be cuttin' them on the tombstones. Look here all around you in what airt ye will; all them steans, holdin' up their heads as well as they can out of their pride, is acant—simply tumblin' down with the weight o' the lies wrote on them, 'Here lies the body' or 'Sacred to the memory' wrote on all of them, an' yet in nigh half of them there bean't no bodies at all; an' the memories of them bean't cared a pinch of snuff about, much less sacred. Lies all of them, nothin' but lies of one kind or another! My gog, but it'll be a quare scowderment at the Day of Judgment when they come tumblin' up in their death-sarks, all jouped together an' tryin' to drag their tombsteans with them to prove how good they was; some of them trimmlin' and ditherin', with their hands that dozzened an' slippy from lyin' in the sea that they can't even keep their grup o' them."
… Why are you trying so hard to dispel these rumours. What is it to you.
"Sacred to the memory of George Canon, who died, in the hope of a glorious resurrection, on July, 29, 1873, falling from the rocks at Kettleness. This tomb was erected by his sorrowing mother to her dearly beloved son. 'He was the only son of his mother, and she was a widow.' Really, Mr. Swales, I don't see anything very funny in that!" She spoke her comment very gravely and somewhat severely.
"Ye don't see aught funny! Ha! ha! But that's because ye don't gawm the sorrowin' mother was a hell-cat that hated him because he was acrewk'd—a regular lamiter he was—an' he hated her so that he committed suicide in order that she mightn't get an insurance she put on his life. He blew nigh the top of his head off with an old musket that they had for scarin' the crows with. 'Twarn't for crows then, for it brought the clegs and the dowps to him. That's the way he fell off the rocks. And, as to hopes of a glorious resurrection, I've often heard him say masel' that he hoped he'd go to hell, for his mother was so pious that she'd be sure to go to heaven, an' he didn't want to addle where she was. Now isn't that stean at any rate"—he hammered it with his stick as he spoke—"a pack of lies? and won't it make Gabriel keckle when Geordie comes pantin' up the grees with the tombstean balanced on his hump, and asks it to be took as evidence!"
… Kids, could you lighten up a little?
I did not know what to say, but Lucy turned the conversation as she said, rising up:—
"Oh, why did you tell us of this? It is my favourite seat, and I cannot leave it; and now I find I must go on sitting over the grave of a suicide."
"That won't harm ye, my pretty; an' it may make poor Geordie gladsome to have so trim a lass sittin' on his lap. That won't hurt ye. Why, I've sat here off an' on for nigh twenty years past, an' it hasn't done me no harm. Don't ye fash about them as lies under ye, or that doesn' lie there either! It'll be time for ye to be getting scart when ye see the tombsteans all run away with, and the place as bare as a stubble-field. There's the clock, an' I must gang. My service to ye, ladies!" And off he hobbled.
Haha… Haaaaaa…
Lucy and I sat awhile, and it was all so beautiful before us that we took hands as we sat; and she told me all over again about Arthur and their coming marriage. That made me just a little heart-sick, for I haven't heard from Jonathan for a whole month.
The same day.I came up here alone, for I am very sad. There was no letter for me. I hope there cannot be anything the matter with Jonathan. The clock has just struck nine. I see the lights scattered all over the town, sometimes in rows where the streets are, and sometimes singly; they run right up the Esk and die away in the curve of the valley. To my left the view is cut off by a black line of roof of the old house next the abbey. The sheep and lambs are bleating in the fields away behind me, and there is a clatter of a donkey's hoofs up the paved road below. The band on the pier is playing a harsh waltz in good time, and further along the quay there is a Salvation Army meeting in a back street. Neither of the bands hears the other, but up here I hear and see them both. I wonder where Jonathan is and if he is thinking of me! I wish he were here.
STOP THIS IS SO SAD FOR SO MANY REASONS AND GOSH THE WAY MINA TRIES TO DISTRACT HERSELF BY DESCRIBING THE LANDSCAPE BUT ONLY SEES OMENS OF DEATH HELP
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psalm22-6 · 20 days ago
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The Mount Alexander Mail, 18 July 1870
The greater part of the year Victor Hugo stays at Guernsey, allowing himself a brief holiday in the autumn, when he visits Belgium, Switzerland, &c. Regardless of the amnesty, however, his conscience will not permit him to return to his beloved France. "When liberty returns, I will return." Nevertheless he is one of the leading and active members; if not the head, of the revolutionary party in that country. At all seasons, he is up at daylight, and, notwithstanding the accusation of a species of hydrophobia as regards baths, with which we English are wont to taunt our Gallic neighbours, Victor Hugo is a grand exception and example, for "tubbing" is with him an institution; and, long before his neighbours are stirring, Victor Hugo has performed his ablutions by the light of the earliest dawn. From his glass cabinet de travail he can see the sun rise at all seasons of the year. In midsummer, from here the sun appears to rise behind Cape La Hogue; at the equinox, from behind the cliffs of Sark; in the depth of winter from behind Jersey; from, which last island he was shamefully driven out by the unprincipled application of an old Star Chamber law, in 1855. The earlier part of the morning the poet is generally to be seen promenading on the balustraded roof of his house; drinking in long draughts of health from the sea breezes, and inspiration from the immensity of sea and skies around about him. With a red Garibaldi shirt, sometimes concealed under a blue-grey dressing gown, he restlessly marches up and down, apparently in deep thought, every now and then entering his aerial studio to write down his thoughts in those heart stirring words so dear to French readers; at other times he will tear up perhaps some lines not sufficiently forcible or polished, and the pieces of paper, like sibyline leaves, come fluttering into the garden, where my little children run to catch then, calling them butterflies; scraps which many would value as rare autographs. Intensely fond of children, M. Victor Hugo always takes the greatest interest in my little ones at play, one of whom is the same age as his little grandson away at Brussels; and when he sees them playing in the sun without their hats, will always call out to them to put their hats on. It is indeed most remarkable that this energetic, vigorous, and thoughtful poet, of the most powerful intellect in the nineteenth century, is not above composing for them the kindliest and most pathetic nursery and fireside poetry, amongst which we find some of his most graceful masterpieces. Every Monday a large number of poor children — in fact, the poorest which Madame Cheney can find — are provided with a hearty meal. No distinction of creed is thought of in the selection of these children; poverty is the only passport required. Besides this, the children carry off all the remains and scraps to take home with them. Food and fuel are never refused to any one who really cannot afford such necessities of life: whilst similar to Mons. Bienvenu (his beau ideal of what a bishop might and ought to be in "Les Miserables"), although several times things have been stolen and robberies committed at Hauteville House, the benevolent owner never will prosecute, or even attempt to have the depredators sought after. —Gentleman's Magazine.
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gender-darling · 1 year ago
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hello tumblr user gender-darling !
may the princely princess request some names themed around lain iwakura ? or just internet-like or cyber-like names :3
The princely princess asks , and He of obsession and adoration delivers !
Lain Iwakura , internet , and cyber themed names for my beloved virtuoso !
Cody , Codette , Codiette , Ciana , Ada , Ananova , Coda , Dell , Pixel , Pixelie , Pixelesse , Pixelette , Dae , Daemon , Bishop , Harv , Acrona , V , Sark , Cyberbite , Bluetooth , Cyberweb , Vocaloid , Interweb , Web , Webaero , Interaero , Cyaero , Cyberaero , Bubbleweb , Angelweb , Angelcode , Bubblepixel , Pixelangel , Vixel , Vocaweb
Hope yuo like these ! ^ ^ 🫧
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rowanhoney · 1 year ago
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travelling 2 london for a bit this summer, do you have any recommendations about neighborhoods to stay in/ things to go see etc? xx
unfortunately I didn’t see this and I’m several months too late BUT for anyone else planning a london trip or just needing to explore
Definitely worth hitting the design museum! There’s usually some interesting exhibits and you can continue your day by walking through Holland Park after! The Dutch garden and especially the Kyoto garden are so so beautiful
Classic Londoner day out is a walk along soutbank too. There’s enough tourists that there are things to do but not a major tourist trap. Along there you have the royal festival halls, BFI, London eye, OXO tower, Tate Modern, Globe theatre. The river waves are relaxing as well. By the time you reach the end cross over tower bridge and go to the Tower of London for some grim history. Then have dinner 5 mins away along st. Katherine’s docks - lovely peaceful spot with great restaurants and sparkling lights over the canals. Bit if a hidden gem for sure
Neighbourhoods to hit:
In the west there’s Richmond! Definitely cute but a bit snobby. Richmond park is huge and you can see wild deer! On the side of town closer to the Thames you have Kew Gardens which is an absolute must and needs a dedicated day.
In the East the typical spot to hit is Shoreditch. Great for record stores, vintage shops, underground gigs, 24hr Beigels, quirky fun bars, and not too much further in Bethnal Green there’s the Last Tuesdays Society; a very macabre little collection and some strange cocktails. They even have an absinthe range.
In the North everyone wants to go to Camden which is fine, lots to see and do but the alternative side to the town has become so commercialised in the past few decades. Still worth hitting but imo Bloomsbury is nicer with lots of niche little museums hidden away and one big one ! The Wellcome Collection! They always have some really great free exhibition on. There’s some controversy about the collection but there always will be in this country. Also 2 great bookshops - Gay’s the Word and Houseman’s <3
South London, my beloved forever. I say it all the time but I love Crystal Palace. It’s just a nice little neighbourhood with a lot of history. The triangle is great for little boutiques of all kinds, really good food around, there’s a 4 floor antique store where you can find all sorts of trinkets even affordable ones. The park is huge and wonderful! There’s a boating lake, a petting zoo, an athletics centre, dinosaurs! A maze! And at various times of the year there are fireworks shows, lights shows, a series of concerts in summer, frequent funfairs and other events. Don’t forget the south london Eiffel Tower (it’s just a radio tower but most kids who grew up here thought the same). Not far on in Sydenham is the Horniman Museum and Gardens which is well worth a visit but is too often disregarded for being a little out the way. Special mention to SE London. Greenwich has a few museums, a great little theatre, the cutty sark ship and the observatory! Also within a big beautiful park.
My love to everyone who comes here 🫶 please just remember to stand on the right of the escalators
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trashquisitor-shirozora · 1 year ago
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For the send a fandom, i'm going with one i know nothing about…Tron
Oh boy. Now this is an ask I appreciate. I'm answering for Tron, Tron: Betrayal (the comic), and Tron: Legacy. Not answering for the TV show or videogame.
The first character I first fell in love with: Sam Flynn. basic, I know, but I had a great time with his struggles with his father's legacy sitting on his shoulders The character I never expected to love as much as I do now: Tron!Kevin Flynn. have thoughts about him post-first movie, but he's great as the viewpoint character helping Tron on his quest to stop Sark. The character everyone else loves that I don’t: Clu. I don't hate him. I like what he represents. I just don't care enough to do anything about it. The character I love that everyone else hates: I'm going to take "everyone else" as "people outside the fandom" and then say "A Female Character". hell, I'm sure the corporate creatives didn't care much for them either, but the Tron franchise always had great female characters. Lora and Quorra, my beloveds. The character I used to love but don’t any longer: never fell out of love with the characters, but Disney can go roast in the fires of hell The character I would totally smooch: friendly pecks on the cheek, right? because that would be Quorra. The character I’d want to be like: Lora Bradley The character I’d slap: KEVIN FLYNN POST-TRON, YOU ASS A pairing that I love: I have a life pre-Sam/Tron and a life post-Sam/Tron. I am what I am now because I spent a long time in the Sam/Tron sandbox, and it was a great sandbox. It is still a great sandbox. People who do shipping should spend more time in sandboxes for improbably ships and get some perspective. A pairing that I despise: Clu/Rinzler.
Play ask games, win ask prizes!
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believerindaydreams · 2 years ago
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Sometimes I think about how Marc Platt loved Gormenghast so much that he ripped it bodily out of its context to make Lungbarrow, a pale and sad and pathetic thing by comparison, and I want to admire the effort and rage at him for theft, and I think about how it's only turnabout because my beloved Peake was building his fantasy castle on the bones of colonialism, and my own conception of the story as a Welsh fairy tale is sucker-punched by how Peake never even lived in Wales, preferring the lonely haven of Sark, and I want to say that proves my point because how can you set a real fantasy in the place you live?
...so how's your morning?
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my-deer-friend · 6 months ago
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Okay!
Of all the "obligatory" museums to see, the two I recommend most for your period of interest are the National Portrait Gallery and the V&A. The Tate Britain is also a solid choice.
Absolute must is the Sir John Soane museum (free, but has funky opening hours).
There are quite a few old houses to visit, but Kenwood House in Hampstead is a great choice. Bonus: some of the best pizza I've ever had was at L'Antica Pizzeria nearby. If you want to go a little further out, Strawberry Hill House is a gothic revival mansion and very worth the trip.
Highgate Cemetery is awesome and the tour of the closed-off west side is 100% worth is (the east is publicly accessible).
Then - Greenwich, my beloved. I wholeheartedly recommend a trip out, because there's so much to see and do: the market (packed with stuff to eat), the Cutty Sark ship museum, the Queen's House museum, the Maritime museum, the Greenwich observatory and date line.
Finally, London is the capital of walking tours! Find a topic you're interested in and there's likely to be one, and it's likely to be great.
Places to eat that I love:
If you're in the west (Hammersmith area), definitely check out Pho District. In fact, it's hard to go wrong with any of the restaurants along that stretch.
If you're wanting to splurge, you're in safe hands with Gymkhana.
Poppies Fish & Chips has branches in a few places and is very reliably excellent.
My go-to spot in Chinatown is Imperial China, but it's hard to go wrong. Tokyo Diner is also super authentic.
If you're there on a Sunday, then a Sunday roast is a must - The Grapes won't let you down, but you need to get there a bit before 12 and queue up as they don't take reservations. Otherwise most pubs will have one and you can check by ratings.
Spitalfields Market is also great for snacking.
i'm going to london in two weeks. does anyone know any cool things to do or see that aren't like, the tower of london or something?
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juliareed · 2 years ago
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Alias l Irina & Sark l Lit Me Up
It lit me up like a torch on a pitch black night Like an ember in the needles of a dried out pine
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interstellarsystem · 2 years ago
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ALSO. We decided that we’re collectively spacehearted, because... I mean it just makes sense, doesn’t it? Sometimes alterhuman identities are hidden right in plain sight and you feel like morons for not realizing it sooner, I guess!
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basicallyiuploadclips · 3 years ago
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"I hate you Evan, I hate you.”
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glimpseofwonderarchive · 2 years ago
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@amantesmultorum sent: “  stop doing that— stop trying to hide your emotions from me.  ”
memes for that specific brand of ships
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Sighing heavily, Edward turned his gaze over to the princess. But his garbled mind couldn't make sense of anything. It was all going too fast. Too much too soon...
He was still in mourning, but like his brother in law before him, Edward was being pressured to find a bride. And he couldn't even blame the advisors urging him. After all, Kit had married. He and Ella had had all the promise in the world before them. But they were snatched away, right when their happy ending was just beginning. They hadn't even had the chance to have a child yet. Edward couldn't repeat that. It would be certain disaster for Sark.
For the security of the kingdom, and to ensure that a ruler would be ready should something happen to him, he had to marry and have an heir as soon as possible. Edward knew that. Just because he understood the practicality of it, though, didn't meant he fully agreed.
It felt so wrong. A marriage of convenience, or of love... what did it matter? How could he think about starting a family when all of his was gone? How could he get married and have a baby when his beloved baby sister hadn't had the chance to really see her life grow and sweeten? How could he treat another person like a brood mare? How could he think of making that vow when he was so shattered and hollow? It would be condemning his wife to an eternity beside a shell of a man. It wasn't fair. Not to him, and not to her.
And still, Bryony had been the first one to bring even a hint of fresh air and light into his darkness. Spending time with her had made him feel almost human again. She was a wonderful girl; kind, creative, and compassionate. The kind of woman that Ella would have approved of. The kind of woman that, under different circumstances, he might have been able to imagine a future with. So, how could he ask her to sacrifice everything she dreamt of and wanted for herself, just to bring a level of safety to his people? When he wasn't even sure if he could ever feel happiness again with Ella gone?
The Grand Duke had pleaded for time. And the court had granted it. Everyone was grieving the deaths of Kit and Ella, and they all knew that none felt it more deeply than the Duke turned King. But time was running out, and he could feel it. Edward had a choice to make.
"I've been urged to ask your hand in marriage." He finally answered. "And, if the way we met had been different, I would have in a heartbeat. But... Princess, it would be a disservice in the highest manner to ask you to leave your parents, your homeland, and your dreams behind for a broken man who doesn't know if his heart will ever mend... Let alone feel again. Please, don't think that I haven't enjoyed your company. Because I have. It's... It's been the lightest I've felt since before my sister and her husband died. It's the first time I've almost wanted to smile, to laugh. But I can't take your future from you. You deserve all the best the world can offer. You deserve a prince, a real king. Not a last resort like me."
Edward swallowed thickly and tried to blink away the tears building in his eyes. "I'm a failure, Princess. I've failed my parents, my sister. I'm sure to fail these people. I don't want to drag you down with me. I want to at least say that I didn't fail one person."
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hello-robin-goodfellow · 4 years ago
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TOP 20 DAVID WARNER ROLES (PART II)
10º Ivan Petrovich ‘Vanya’ Voynitsky (Performance: Uncle Vanya, 1991)
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Warner leads in this 1991 televised production of one of the most famous Anton Chekhov plays. Ivan Petrovich (Uncle Vanya for his niece Sonya) is a more then sad and angry man, who sacrificed dreams of love and intelectual success to administrate a cottage of wich provide money to his brother in law, an old professor called Serebryakov (Ian Bannen) that does nothing but look down upon him, all the while being favoured by Vanya’s own mother. Making matters worst, Vanya is one of the two man who is in love with the professors wife, Yelena (Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio). Two days of a family reunion mostly consisting of verbal fightings eventually makes all the tension that acumulates in Vanya’s mind eventually explode.
09º Konstantin Treplev (The Seagull, 1968)
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The younger spiritual predecessour of Ivan Petrovich. Konstantin Treplev is an aspiring writer, who wishes to find a new style to talk about dreams, receiving praises from his mother (veteran actress Arkadina, played by Simone Signoret) and the love of the beautifull aspiring actress (Vanessa Redgrave). But the popularity of the best-selling writer Boris Trigorin (James Mason) and Konstantin’s problems to directly comunicate his feelings eventually make him fall down a tragic spiral of loneliness.
08º Bob Cratchit (A Christmas Carol, 1984)
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Interestingly, when this 1984 adaptation of A Christmas Carol, Warner was first invited to play Jacob Marley. But he asked to play Bob Cratchit instead. And we all must be glad that he did, because he gives a very wholesome performance, that makes anyone wish to have him as a father figure.
07º Keith Jennings (The Omen, 1976)
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In this aclaimed 1976 horror film, Warner’s character is a photographer, whose only job was to registrate the birthday party of the rich child of the american embassador (Gregory Peck) until a series of strange accidents start to kill people who knew that child or his relatives. Intrigued, Keith Jennings starts to investigate, and decides to form a duo with the american embassador, filling the role of the more proactive lancer to the mostly passive protagonist. One of David Warner’s most iconic good guy roles ever putt on the big screen.
06º Merlin (The Wizard, 2013 and The Once and Future King, 2014)
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The two years in a row when David Warner played one of the most iconic wizrd mentor figures in mithology and pop culture. In 2013′s comedic short film The Wizard, Warner plays a Merlin that wakes up in modern times and is starting to adapt in a office work, while his colleagues try to adapt to his magic quirks. And in the BBC Radio 4 six episode drama The Once and Future King (adapted by Brian Sibley, the same guy who adapted the 1981 Lord of the Rings radio drama, from the novel series by T. H. White), where Merlin’s spirit sits alongside Arthur in the final battle for a conversation, we see how his Merlin could have acted in the past alongside King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table, providing wise counsels with a bit of a snarky sense of humour and melancholy. Those works are two “must check out” for David Warner fans and for fantasy and arthurian mithology fans.
05º The Evil One (Time Bandits, 1981) and Ed Dilinger/Comander Sark/Master Control Program (Tron, 1982)
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Yes, number five is a tye. Those two movies camed in a row, and in both David Warner played technology themed villains. In the first, Time Bandits, he is implied to be the Devil himself, and as such is portrayed as very powerfull and in control during most of the movie. In the second, Tron, Warner gives a triple performance: as the human Ed Dilinger and the program Comander Sark, he believes he is in control, but in reality is not. The real power is hold by Warner’s third character, the Master Control Program of the videogame. This transiction from a more simple one-and-all-powerfull antagonist to a more complex dinamic of a trio of antagonists was, for a lot of people, the introduction to Warner’s acting range, and for this reason it appears as a tye in this ranking.
04º The Doctor (Sympathy for The Devil, 2003 and Masters of War, 2008)
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In the late 1970s, the BBC camed to search David Warner with an offer for him to play the Doctor in the main Doctor Who BBC Television series. He was interested, but unfortunally his filming schedule conflicted in working more them one season into a long-running TV Show, so he had to put the offer down. It was only in the 2000s, after the founding of the audio-drama company, that we would get a grasp of his portrayal of the Doctor, in the what-if scenarios provided by two episodes of Doctor Who Unbound: Sympathy for The Devil and Masters of War. In those audiodramas, he plays a alternate encarnation of the Third Doctor that is sent to Earth in 1997 instead of 1969, and thus could not help U.N.I.T with the Alien Invasions that happen in the 1970s. Thus, he finds a retired and pub-owning version of Brigadier Lethbridge Stewart, and has to relearn to gain his thrust, until the two become companions of adventures that investigate new alie threads indepedently of U.N.I.T 
Warner’s Doctor is a bit less quirky encarnation of the character, having instead a more pratical temperment. He sees the danger, and he goes straight to investigate how to stop it, all the while trying to keep the people around him calm. And later he will make a comment about neading more conforting and fitting shoes. 
This is a Doctor that you would surely trust to keep your life safe. 
03º Lisander (A Midsummer Night’s Dream, 1968)
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A production that made a lot of millenials become Shakespeare fanboys, and they own this in part to David Warner’s performance as Lisander, one of the most romantic (if a bit bumbling) Shakespeare protagonists. Seeing the moments when he conforts and encourages his beloved Hérmia (Helen Mirren) and makes a mess of himself when he is enchanted to fall for Helena (Diana Rigg) is one of the most fun rides that an audience will ever get. Seriously, his Lisander was adorkable before the word ‘adorkable’ even existed.
02º Henry VI (The Wars of The Roses, 1965)
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From a fun and very popular Shakespeare protagonist, to a heart-breaking and very underrated protagonist. For years i was one of several people who did not care for the Henry VI plays as it cared for its famous sequel, Richard III.
This all changed when i watched this 1965 televised production of the Wars of the Roses, that condenses the four plays in a way that makes it more accessible for audiences. Once again, this was helped in a big part by the performances of the cast.
David Warner was only 24 years old during this production, and had to cary the role of the vulnerable Henry VI from his youth to his old age and eventual murder by Richard III. 
And in my opinion, he carried it brilliantly. This was the sign that a very versatile actor would have a very long career.
And my number one David Warner role is...
01º Morgan Delt (Morgan: A Suitable Case for Treatment, 1966)
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Henry VI stablished David Warner as a lead in theater and television. Now it was time to stablish him as the lead in film. And they did exactly that when casting him in the role of Morgan Delt, a painter who grew up mixing a familiar comunist education with an obsession with animals (particularly gorilaz) and is frustratred with his divorce of his socialite wife Leonie (Vanessa Redgrave), who is about to marry Jack Napier (Robert Stephens), art merchant and Morgan’s previous best friend. While trying every crazy squeam to take his wife back, Morgan must take on a journey to mature, so he can his wife go and be happy and he can recouver his career. But until this happens, transitioning from the sweet and romantic to the angry and scary, for Morgan, taking bombs home and wearing ridiculous gorila suits it is. 
For showing the range between scary villain and simpathetic hero that would be his trademark on years to come, and providing loud laughs mixed with an interesting commentary on masculine insecurity and entitlement, is that Morgan Delt is my favorite David Warner role. 
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the dying Timelady (OC) x Third Doctor Fanfiction. The third Story of the Soul bond Saga
Summary: Catherin landed on Earth, meeting the third Incarnation of the Doctor, ready to make a soulbond with him, after managed to get her Bond with the second Doctor. Arriving his Lab, Catherin realize, that the Doctor has something on his mind: That involved her, him and something tempting~ But someone has other plans with the dying Timelady....And not only her life is threated.....
Part 1
“That’s shouldn’t happen.”, the Doctor mumbled to himself. He held the dematerialization circuit in his hand, while looking at the console of the TARDIS. Another failure. Another day waisted and another day he would be stranded here. The Doctor sigh, rubbing his neck and putting the circuit on the Time Column. Now he needed a break. A cup of tea and some biscuits would be great right now. He wanted to turn around, to leave the TARDIS, as small arms wrapped around him and someone hugged him from behind. The Doctor frowned. He didn’t hear someone coming in. Then he smiled. “Jo? Did you work on your sneaking skills? They´re are pretty good now. You should be proud of yourself.” The Doctor didn’t get an answer, as the hands starts moving over his chest, softly open a button of his sark. Now he froze, starring at the hands. That aren’t Jos. Jo wouldn’t do something like that. And that hands didn’t even had many rings on their fingers, like Jos did. “Stop it now, Please. Whoever you are. This is improper! A lady shouldn’t undress someone like that!”, he said with calm, but firmer voice. The hands didn’t stop by his words and open another button. The Doctor grabbed the hands. “It’s time over now, young Lady. We will-“, he turned around and stared at the Lady Infront of him. “Catherin!”, he started to grin and holding her hands in his. “What are you doing here? And why do you undress me?”, he asked her sceptical. Catherin giggled softly, holding his hands tight in hers and gave him a beautiful smile. Oh, this Woman owns his hearts for a couple of centuries. Adventures with her was always very fun. He wondered why she didn’t visit him for a while. Here on Earth, he felt how time passes and sometimes it was just unbearable. In this moment, he was happy to see his beloved Catherin, ready to take her out for dinner. Finally, some distraction and quality time he could spend. “I wanted to greet you a bit differently today. I hope, I didn’t shock you too much.”, she grinned cheeky at him, winking. “Taking off my clothes is a greeting for you? Maybe I should greet you like that too”, he grinned back, as her face turned red. “Y-You wouldn’t do that, right? You are a gentleman!”, she shouted, blushed even more. The Doctor laughs and put his hand on her back, leading her out of the TARDIS. “Of course, I wouldn’t do that. You should know me better. So, tell me why are you here? Not that I wouldn’t enjoy your company my dear. Maybe we should go out and eat some dinner? I know a nice restaurant, where we could eat in peace.”, he smiled at her, while leading her out of this lab. “Where is Jo?”, wasn’t the answer he wanted from her. The Doctor looked at Catherin, while they leaving the building. “She has her free day. So, she isn’t here.” “What a pity. I wanted to see her.”, Catherin mumbled, looking a bit sad. Catherin adores Jo very much. She was like a daughter for her, even she wouldn’t tell her that. The Doctor had a short thought about Jamie. She really loved Jamie. She saw him as her son and protected him always. The Doctor wondered, how many future companions will have this privilege to be called a son or a daughter of Catherin. “You will see her soon Darling”, he smiled at her, walking with her to Bessie. When both sit down in the car, the Doctor started the motor and drove off the UNIT- Area to the next city.
 Darling
I never thought, he would give me instead such a sweet nickname. While the Doctor and I drove around the city, searching for a nice restaurant, I disappeared deep in my thoughts, thinking how I could tell the Doctor, that I wanted a soul bond with him, in the best way.
I learned fast from the last time, that such a question could make a lot of trouble, if you ask it in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I didn’t realize, that we already stopped, as I felt a hand on my arm.
“Catherin? Is everything okay?”
“Oh yes Doctor, everything is fine”, I smiled at him.
He gave me a charming smile, what made my legs becoming pudding. I was melting already. Suddenly I blushed, only by the thought, laying in his arms, while dancing to beautiful music, staying so close to him. He smelled so good and his velvet suit looked so good at him.
The Doctor kept smiling, as I notice, that I stared at him.
“You are really cute Darling”, he said softly in his rough voice.
I was so done. Nobody could save me from this gorgeous man. And I didn’t want to be saved!
Like the gentlemen he is, he helped me out of the car, holding my hand, so I wouldn’t slip. When I felt ground under my feet, he still holds my hand, making no effort to letting it go.
We walked into the restaurant, still holding hands, my inside screaming of excitement because of it, looking at the waiter and smiling.
“Hello, can we please have a table for two in a quiet area? I want to be alone with my beautiful date”, the Doctor said smiling.
You know this cartoons, where one character is all silent outside, but inside they start to scream and run around in panic/unbelieve, because the one person they like, is like… all flirty and great and it´s just fucks their head so much up, because they never expected that would ever happened?
This was me right now.
I was staring at the Doctor, letting him leading us to our table, sitting opposite to him and taking the menu in my hand.
It was a very fancy restaurant. The tables were out of very dark wood, the seats with bolster, out of dark red fabric. We were sitting in the near of a big window, with dark blue curtains. Suddenly, a big curtain was pulled around us and we sat alone, isolated from the rest of the restaurant.
In a second, I looked up to the Doctor, who had his arms on the table, resting his head on his hand and watching me carefully.
I felt the warmth rising in my cheeks, knowing that I blushed, because of the bigger smile on the Doctors face.
“You are so beautiful”, he whispered, taking my hand in his, softly kissing it.
Did I told you, that I was done? Now I was it. In the best ways. He locked me with his charm and now I couldn’t escape.
“Do you have money?”, I asked him, trying to distract myself.
“The Brigadier told me to send the bill to the office of UNIT. He said, I could have a certain mount of money for a month, because he knows, that I never have money with me.”, he nodded, leaning back to watch me more, smiling softly.
I nodded too, smiling lightly. Then I study the menu, decided for some Pasta with Pesto. I loved the Italian food very much. It was one of my favourites of this beautiful planet. The Timelord never had any taste for good food.
They never have any good taste of anything.
I was talking with the Doctor for a while. We laughed and telling us stories. Because he couldn’t travel everywhere, he was desperate for hearing what kind of Adventure I had. Fighting against Daleks, running away from Cybermen. Landing on unknown planets.
As our food arrived, we started to eat, having a relaxing silent around us.
The Doctor was drinking wine, what made him look more like a real dandy. I sigh softly, watching him and blushing, as he smiled back to me.
“You like the outfit?”, he asked, while putting his wineglass on the table.
“Yes, very much. That velvet suits are just wonderful on you. I love the dandy-look very much.”
“I knew it. Better as looking like a hobo”, he marbled, finish his plate.
For me, it was a mystery, how the Doctor would despite his previous Incarnation.
“Don’t be mean to him. I just visit him, before landing here. He has his own style and looks very cute in it.”
“Ha! Cute! He is such a pain in my back. I really hope, the Timelords not putting us together again. I can´t stand him.”, the Doctor waved with his hand and looking away for a moment, but then smiling again at me, leaning forwards.
“So, I have to ask you something. Would you like to make to soul bond with me?
I couldn’t say anything as he said that words out loud.
It was unbelieving for me. I had such a hard time talking to the last two Incarnations of him, trying to make a soul bond with them, having so much trouble because of it. And now he was sitting Infront of me, asking me, If I want to have a soul bond with him.
With an open mouth, I stared at him, then close it and shook my head.
“No?”, he whispered and looking all sad for a moment.
“I-I mean… I know it´s a lot of to ask. You know by yourself, how much work this soul bond is. But I really believe, that we should be together. I believe that the other two would say yes in two heartbeats. I mean, who could say No to you?”, he grinned softly.
“You. You said No twice, as I asked you for a soul bond, even telling you, that I married your future Incarnation Number 12, showing you the ring. It was such hard work to get a yes of you, making you realize, that we are made for each other in the moment, when we hold hands for the first time, when we were in the academy, as the sunset making the orange sky even more orange. And our first kiss. Oh Doctor. You said No, it broke my heart even more. But I already started to make a bond with you, so yes. I would love to bond with you”
Now it was the Doctor who´s mouth was wide open, staring at me while I was talking.    
“Is that true? This hobo said No to you? How he dare! I can´t believe it!”, he growls, making his hands to fists.
Typical Doctor. Clearly, he tried to give the second Incarnation all the fault, even when the first one, was the hardest and the most to blame. I forgot the time, when I was fighting for a soul bond with the first Doctor, don’t trying to make myself sad. Even now I have the soul bond with the original Doctor, sometimes the sadness and the memories floating my head, making my chest heavier. It was hard to breath in such moments. My Anxiety got really bad, so I usually hide in my own TARDIS, waiting until the panic disappeared for itself.
“No… Don’t blame him. It´s okay now. I have the soul bond. That all I need.”, softly smiling, I showed him my wedding ring, what had 14 small squares engraved in the white metal. Two of the squares had a different colour. One of them was a light grey, the other one black.
“What is the meaning of the colours, Darling?”, he asked me, while holding my hand softly, admiring the beauty of the ring.
“Each colour represents one of your Incarnation. The grey one is the first and black is the second.”
“Why did you choose these colours?”
“Grey for his trousers and Black for his hair. Obviously!”, I laughed, looking amused at him.
The Doctor made a sceptical face, raising his eyebrow. But then he grins at me, giving my ring a soft kiss and winked at me.
“I wonder, what kind of colour I will get.”, the Doctor spoke softly at my hand, not letting it go.
“This will be my secret”, I smiled mysteriously, holding his hand tight.
After the dinner, we both drove back to the UNIT-Area, entering the lab of the Doctor. I walked to his TARDIS, softly touching it with my hand.
“Hey my friend. Long-time no seen. I missed you.”, I said to the TARDIS, leaning my ear against her walls.
No sound.
She was sleeping.
“I really hope, I will fix her soon.”, the Doctor repined, putting his Opera cape over his chair.
I turned around and looked at the cape, while my thoughts driven away again.
He will, he will soon fix the TARDIS. But I couldn’t tell him. It was not allowed, so I was silent and touched the fabric, rubbing it between my fingers.
I loved this cape. It was such a charming part of his style. It made his outfit complete.
I felt his muscular chest against my back, his hands resting on my hips.
“You like the cape, hm? It´s a lovely piece of clothes, don’t you think?”
His voice was rough in the near of my ear. His hands moving around my hips, going up to my waist.
I was wearing a dark blue dress, with small straps. The heat of his skin pervades through the dress, letting it felt on my own.
His lips were close to my neck, I felt his hot breath, what gave me Goosebumps.
“You know what´s lovely too tonight Darling?”, he whispers in my ear, his hand moved over my back.
I was about to turn around to him, wanting to kiss him so badly, when I heard a “click”.
The moment I turned around to him, I felt how my strapless bra was falling under my dress, landing on the ground.
The Doctor bowed down quickly, grabbing it with a cheeky smile on his face.
“Well, Hello Catherin”, he greeted me. “I still think, a Lady shouldn’t just strip people like that for a greeting.”, he told me, waving my bra Infront of me.
“Doctor!!”, I shouted. I couldn’t believe it! How he dares! I tramped towards him, trying to take away my bra from him.
He laughed, holding it up, so I couldn’t reach it. Why does this incarnation had to be almost 6 feet tall? It was so much better, when the Doctor had my height.
“Come on Doctor! That’s not funny!”, I said annoyed, going on my toes to grab my bra. “And not very gentleman-like! Shame on you!”
He laughed, stepping back, so I was falling against his chest.
I blushed immediately, when my soft chest falls against his hard chest.
The Doctor himself stopped, staring down at me. Now he pressed his hand on my back, pulling me closer to him, pressing my chest more at his.
“Doctor”, I mumbled. What a sensual feeling filled my body. My heart beats faster, I felt his two heartbeats almost losing they rhythm. The Doctor let go of my bra, careless throwing it away and then kissed me.
It was a soft and deep kiss, filling my mind with nothing, but just him. The Doctor picked me up, sitting me on his lab table and strokes my hips, without stopping the kiss.
My fingers running through his silver, fluffy hair, what I adored so much. I grabbed his collar, pulling him closer as possible. I never wanted this feeling to end.
“Doctor?”, Jo´s voice filled my head in a few blinks. Everything was forgotten. The sensual feeling, the kiss, everything.
I jumped from the table, pushing the Doctor aside.
With a highspeed, I grabbed my bra, open the TARDIS door and throw it inside, smashing the door shut.
I ran my hands through my hair, over my dress, making it look like, I just came from a nice date.
In the same second, as Jo open the door, I was smiling at her brightly, walking towards her.
“Jo!”, I grinned at her.
“Catherin!”, she shouted surprised and happy, hugging me tightly.
I hold her closer to me, resisting to stroke her head and cuddled her for a few seconds. I was sad, when I had to let go of her, but I didn’t want to bother her with my parentally behaviour.
She shouldn’t know, that she was such a sweet girl to me. Like a daughter.
Unlike Jamie, I just couldn’t call her my daughter so easily. Jamie was a young boy; Jo was a young adult.
Would I call her “my daughter” in any case, she would easily get scared or irritated from me. The worst case in my mind was, that she would say something like:
“I already have a mother. Why should I call you like that? That is so weird! Please leave me alone!”
I knew it. So, it must stay a secret and all my feelings would be locked up, deep inside a dark corner of my heart, never to be revealed.  
The Doctor came closer, smiling at both of us. His eyes didn’t have a spark of anger or disappointed in it, because I broke our kiss so sudden.
We talked with Jo for a while, then she invited me into her house.
I looked up to the Doctor, who nod softly.
“I would love to! Give a minute okay?”, I said to her.
“Alright!”, she grinned, leaving the lab.
I turned to the Doctor, who gave me a quick and softly kiss on my lips. Then kissed my forehead and gave me a warm hug. He knew what was in my mind right now.
“What should I do? I love her so much. She means so much for me. I don’t know, If I really can hold my secret.”, I whispered in his suit, shivering.
“Everything will turn out fine. I know it. Don’t worry. Enjoy your night with her. Forget the sad things. Come back tomorrow with her and we will find something, what will distract you.”, he said softly, giving me a lovely smile.
I kissed him again, looking softly at him.
“We will talk about the bond tomorrow, okay?”, I asked.
“That’s fine for me.”, he nodded again, giving my cheek another kiss, before letting me go.
When I came out of the building, Jo was waiting for me next to a big car.
Her parents are rich. I couldn’t give her such nice presents.
I shook my head, smiling while walking to Jo. She took my hand and got inside of the big car, who naturally had a driver.
We were laughing and talking, while I wanted to hold her in my arms, what was killing my soul, burning deep in my flesh.
In such moments like that, I felt my age in my weak body. I felt the pressure. I looked out of the window, darkness around us, not noticing, that a faint, green string was wrapped around my little finger, that nobody but I could see.  
My Soulmate was close. Too close for this Timing.
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