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gallifreyanhotfive · 7 months
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Who taught the Doctor how to swim?
Bear with me on this one. As we've seen, Gallifrey has a lot of desert, and I'm assuming it is quite hot there because of that. However, Gallifreyans often dress in many layer and are all covered up, probably for modesty purposes.
I cannot imagine they have swimming pools to teach these guys how to swim, especially since they would have to swear swim suits (the exposed skin *shudder*).
Now, I could be completely wrong (since it is physically impossible to consume the entire DWEU), but that gives me the impression that the Doctor didn't learn to swim on Gallifrey. He probably didn't until he came to Earth, the famous water world, but who would teach him?
In my headcanon, the ones who taught him were, well, teachers themselves. I think Ian and Barbara would have noticed eventually on their adventures that neither he nor Susan could swim and take it upon themselves to instruct them.
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purrpickle · 1 year
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A/N: Here's a little... something I wrote when I sat down to do my first try at writing GAP the Series fic. I'm not terribly happy with it, but at least it's a start!
This takes place in Ep 6. I hope you get some enjoyment out of it.
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Singha's hair was short and rough, getting softer with each brush of her fingers along his back. He was an amazing duplicate of his father from thirteen years ago, just as stout and solid with a long tongue dropped below his chin as he placidly sat in her lap.
Sam sat and petted him and intentionally ignored the frenetic beating hearts of Mon's parents in front of her. They were just as stiff as her grandmother's attendants, even Teacher Pohn, and frankly, Sam didn't want to deal with them as she waited for Mon to arrive home with her own groceries.
But of course, her good manners won out.
She deflected their appreciation for her gifts with demure answers, fingers barely tensing under Singha's chin as she mentioned it was Mon who told her she had to shop for groceries for her father. After a second of thinking of inquiring about Singha's food before bringing it up, she nodded and internally relaxed as Aon spoke up, proving he knew how to keep Singha safe and healthy.
It was a stuttering, conciliatory mess, but it seemed like Mon's habit of standing up to her hadn't fallen far from the tree.
And as annoyed as Sam felt, she had to admit she was impressed.
It was the sound of Mon's parents stiffly straightening up even more and looking towards the door that notified her to Mon coming home before the slide of the door itself did. Singha shifted at the sight of his owner, and Sam tightened her hold so he wouldn't jump off.
Instead, ignoring how her arms went minutely rigid around him as she took in Mon's hands free of shopping bags, Sam reflexively looked her up and down. Verifying there wasn't anything, she didn't pay attention to the nervous and harried words once again being uttered by Pohn and Aon to note it out loud.
When Mon didn't answer, Sam dug her fingers into Singha's hair and tried again, carefully keeping her voice neutral. Was Mon going to have her groceries delivered?
Still keeping silent, Mon intently avoided her gaze.
Watching her to take in her uncomfortable body language, Sam fought down her irritation at Mon's stubborn silence and, giving Singha one more pat, finally let him down.
It was clear Mon was going to run again, just like she had walked away from Sam earlier.
Only this time, Sam was prepared to follow her when Mon inevitably broke her silence to excuse herself. After all, she knew Aon and Pohn wouldn't refuse her, as much as they had already been falling all over themselves to please her.
And once she did get Mon alone, Sam was going to find out why, after finally succeeding in making up with her the night before, Mon was suddenly mad at her, again.
She couldn't stand not knowing how to make it stop so things could go back to normal.
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noelledeltarune · 7 months
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EVERY SINGLE DAY there are MILLIONS of characters in their late 20s who get falsely accused of being father figures to teenagers when in reality the description of "weird older cousin" or "step-sibling that moved out before you were born" is 1000000x more apt
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noknowshame · 1 year
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why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?
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willgrahamscock · 1 year
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they’re horrors to YOU, however i’m turned on by them
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theoldkyokodied · 7 months
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The Allegiance of the Ascended Vampire and the New God of Magic
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ladyofthecreed · 5 months
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He slep
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so in an attempt to actually use positive thinking, anytime i fuck up and my brain reacts as if ive cause a minor apocalyptic event, i compare my fuck up to the 4 minute fuck up committed by the crew of the uss william d porter.
and only today, as i was having to explain what happened to my mom when i was explaining the whole comparison thing, did i realise that most people dont know about it and ive decided that needs to change because its objectively hilarious.
...which is a weird thing to say about an event that occured on a warship in 1943, specifically november 14th.
see the uss william d porter was a fletcher-class destroyer but you dont need to know what that means, just that she had guns that went bang bang and that she was escorting another ship, the uss iowa, to cairo.
while they were on their way there, they performed some gun trials like testing the anti-aircraft guns or the torpedos. and while they were running a torpedo drill, the crew of the porter managed to fire a live torpedo straight at the iowa which you know, in terms of a list of things to do while escorting a ship, shooting a torpedo at them is not on that list.
especially if the president of the united states is on board.
yeah so fdr was on board and the gun trials were actually his idea, and part of the trials was that they were conducted under radio silence.
and that means the crew of the porter couldnt just call the iowa to be like "move out the way, we accidentally shot a torpedo at you."
but they did have signal lamps and you know, the signalman on board was trained to signal this exact kind of message.
...and uh never mind, the signalman did manage to successfully tell the iowa that a torpedo was coming toward them but wasnt as successful when it came to the direction the torpedo was coming from.
not all hope is lost though because the signalman could still use the signal lamp to correct his previous mistake and-, never mind, he announced that the porter was reversing, which she wasnt.
yeah so at catastrophic mistake number 3, they broke radio silence to warn the iowa and she managed to turn out of the way just in time which meant no one got hurt. and even though the inquiry into the incident led to chief torpedoman (fantastic job title btw) lawton dawson being sentences to hard labour, fdr intervened and waved away his sentence, saying it was all an accident.
but yeah, so thats my new measure for "how much did i really fuck up?" and when i compared accidentally picking up a pencil case without a tag on it in wilko, turns out it was a very minor fuck-up. yes, the cashier had to ask another worker to grab a duplicate so they could scan the barcode, but i didnt nearly kill the president during wartime via accidental friendly fire
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puppyeared · 4 months
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these two are so interesting to me
characters belong to @canisalbus
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beeturtlle · 7 days
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Maizula nation please where r u
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linddzz · 9 months
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Thinking about Weird Barbie and how she's the very obviously queer outsider of the Barbie world, she straddles the lines between Barbie and the Real World. She's the most aware of the performative nature of it all. She supports Barbie while also gently mocking her panic at losing the hyperfeminine perfection. Her weird house is also home to the discontinued reject weird Barbies, the outcasts (including very gay earring Ken) who never fell into either the original matriarchy or the Kentriarchy brainwashing.
The other more classically heteronormative and beautiful Barbies both pity and fear her, and at first the narrative pities her as well. She's the vessel of girls going weird and crazy and feral on their dolls and that's amazing. Weird Barbie is aware of who she is and how the world sees her and she loves it. She's Weird Barbie and She Owns It.
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densitywell · 7 months
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spent like an hour trying to find a post abt the disparity of origin companion's content in bg3 and couldn't so, hey, this fucking sucks
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ghostbsuter · 4 months
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"I can see dead people." He mentions with a shrug, using the chopsticks to fish more noodles into his mouth.
Dick stares at him. "Huh."
"Is that why you help?" He asks, getting more spring rolls.
"Yeah. Once someone becomes a ghost, word gets out quick, and they come to me. Always tatling about unfairness and justice." The kid waves the words around, rolling his eyes.
Dick just pretens to he uninterested, despite his mind racing at the new info. He is piecing past moments together, every shadow leaping away, every note with tips, leads and—
Huh.
"Do you... like it? Doing all that?" Richard approaches thus carefully, brows furrowed at the kid opposite of him.
Danny moves his head, giving a 'so-so' answer. "It's not much to like, I can see ghosts, and they know it and use it. If it brings them to peace or whatever– well, that's just a plus."
Dick stares. He places his chopsticks down and looks at Danny worried.
In turn, the kid sighs. "Sometimes gifts become curses the longer you have it."
And Dick understands.
Mind made up, he throws a pair of keys at the kid, watching fondly as the other catches them with confusion.
"Next time use these, instead of entering through the window."
Danny mock-salutes with a shit eating grin. "Yes, Officer grayson."
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lazylittledragon · 18 days
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i refuse to believe that boycotting is hard. my favourite thing in the world is ordering maccies after a late night at work/a concert/getting drunk. yes i do miss it sometimes. but the other night i ordered from a small place near my house instead and it was the most orgasmic burger i've ever had in my life. i very rarely say this but fucking suck it up people are DEAD
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hellenhighwater · 1 year
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I was waiting for something and wound up watching part of an episode of the Apprentice UK and discovered a new fun fact about myself: watching people who claim to be good at negotiating fuck up literally the most basic negotiation tactics fills me with a wild animal rage
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wow guys, i cant believe the player character from hit mascot horror game Poppy Playtime actually saved all monsters, killed the Prototype and left with their newfound family! cant wait to see how the authorities will react to this weird family that just formed!
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