You got The Bastard Prince
You’re of noble blood, but you were born out of wedlock, so now you’re evil. Maybe it’s because society has written you off as an outcast. Maybe it’s because the throne that’s rightfully yours is going to your younger brother. Either way, you’re probably the villain of this story, or at least a recurring annoyance. See: Don John from Much Ado About Nothing, Edmund from King Lear, and a character from King John who’s literally known as The Bastard. (Though he, at least, gets to be a cool and complex character.)
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I can see the family resemblance.
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QUICK REF SHEET / MUN & MUSE EDITION !
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MUSE !
name: I̫͈̳̱̻̰ͮ̐̀̆͗̈Ť͙Š̮̟̿ ̹̭̭̻ͮ͆̂͛́Ȧ͓̬̼̟̥̼̊́̏̓̏̚ ͇͓̬͔̄͒̕Sͮ͋ͤ̀͒͡E͛͗ͭ͐̏̋C̙̙̖͐͂R̐̐͗͗ͭͅE͙̜̥͙͋̂͑̓T̲̰̱̺͙ͦ͌ͥ͐͌͠ nickname: The Doctor, Grandfather, old git zodiac sign: crossed computers gender: agender, male leaning favourite color: white, black, ice blue average hours of sleep: maybe an hour a day. Gallifreyans usually need less but he’s gettin old soooooooooo last thing you googled: ‘what is a meme’, followed immediately by ‘susan foreman memes’ height: 5′8″
MUN !
name: celeste
nickname: Ms. Hartnell dont really have one
zodiac sign: lmao i have no fukin clue m8
gender: female
favorite color: neon red. like the red of a glowstick
average hours of sleep: ok i got mad insomnia so like averaging it out over 7 days w/o getting rid of outliers the mean would be like 7 hrs. the scale goes from 2 hrs to 15 hrs tho bc free days i take my sleep meds but on days i have classes i. dont
last thing you googled: involuntary manslaughter
height: 5′0″
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𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯… 𝔲𝔫𝔦𝔮𝔲𝔢 𝔮𝔲𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔢𝔰.
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𝕝𝕖𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕒𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕋𝔸ℝ𝔻𝕀𝕊 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣.
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— Shaun David Hutchinson, We Are the Ants
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unpopular opinion: dimensions in time makes the most sense of any dr who episode(s) ever, second only to ghost light
“My dear Chesterton, sometimes…”
The Keys of Marinus - season 01 - 1964
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People hope to touch the sky. I dream of kissing it.
Krista Ritchie, Kiss the Sky (via quoted-books)
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Rather than argue with the Doctor or make a follow up remark, both of which would have wasted time and energy, she chose to ignore him. Instead her mind focused on this creature before her, trying to figure out everything that she could with only her senses. Not the easiest task as she knew very well, but there was certainly some things she could establish about it even without tests.
A similar memory had surfaced within The Rani’s mind. This was a familiar situation despite the tensions. When a creature stole something of Theta’s or Koschei’s, she’d always been the one to go get it back. While she’d never had a very good set of people skills (outside of ruling as she discovered later; that she was VERY good and successful at but she had no desire to conquer) she’d always had a gift with creatures of all sorts. The more dangerous the better had been her thoughts.
The Doctor was correct in his assumption that she couldn’t communicate with it. Right now it was just a mimicking skill, although she did recognize at least one other sound it made as bad. Now she slipped even closer, stopping once more and simply held out the hand not clutching something hidden out to it. That’s when she noticed several things as it shifted and then let out a new sound and slumped down before it fully reached her, sides heaving.
This wasn’t good. If she knew exactly what it was this wouldn’t have been a problem. But she didn’t which meant she was concerned. The Rani slowly took a few steps backwards before joining The Doctor’s side. “You knew she was coming here, and I doubt just the nest. What else is there? She came here for a reason, and something you haven’t said is part of it.” Her sharp eyes stared at him, accusing and demanding the information he had withheld.
He narrowed his eyes as the creature seemed almost to have collapsed, its body moving with what seemed to be heavy breathing, its colours duller than they had been during his earlier altercation with it. The Rani looked worried, and as she retracted her hand, the Doctor was thankful the creature didn’t get right back up. Apparently, this collapse was not out of some sort of friendly show, like when a dog flopped down onto its back upon recognising friendly intent.
The Doctor’s lips pursed as the Rani slowly approached him. ❝ What could I possibly know about it, hmm? ❞ He asked. ❝ What I know is this: I came here not entirely by my own admission. When I discovered I was at Strawberry Fields Laboratories, I of course had to investigate - and found that it was in disarray. As I walked about, I discovered that. I took off for my TARDIS once it began chase, and it ran in ahead of me - they left open the doors, the fools. It went in, took something of mine, and ran back out towards the lab. It’s something of mine that I very much need, so I went back after it. I discovered it was in Laboratory 9 in that nest there, and when I tried to get it back, the beast came after me as if I was trying to take a child. I whacked it on the nose and must have stunned it, as it backed down enough for me to escape. ❞
Her expression betrayed that she wanted to know more than just that, and he sighed. ❝ It took one of my stabilisers. ❞ He huffed, covering up any embarrassment with annoyance. ❝ As for its creation, I didn’t exactly run into any of the scientists here. They must have evacuated when the beast was loose, but I’d wager that it made a nest here because this lab was where it was kept. Perhaps the computers here will reveal more - the power is still on, and the beast didn’t attack any of the electronics. Perhaps it is afraid of electrocution. Yes, yes - I’d hazard to guess shocks may have been employed in keeping it in line. ❞
"I am a redundant person!"
❝ Come now, my child, don’t be dramatic. You’re not redundant my dear, not at all! I can’t talk about the dimensions of space and time or advanced mathematics with Barbara or Chesterton, now can I? Hmm? No, no, we all have our strengths and purposes, my dear.❞
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*adds this to my list of episodes to stream on rabbit* but also, nothing will ever top the fourth doctor attempting to give mouth-to-mouth to k-9 in the horns of nimon. NOTHING
i cannot believe youre out here pulling the k9 cpr card on me, in my own home, my humble home dedicated to the first doctor, while he is here singing and having his favourite beatles squashed,
Reasons why The Executioners is one of the greatest Dr. Who episodes of all time:
- the doc lecturing vicki with a tool in his mouth, rendering him untranslatable and angrily muffled "hmm hm humph mm! HMM!!" - the entire concept of the time space visualiser - ian reading a book on space monsters - ians striped shirt - the doctor hammering away while the time space visualiser lets out this AWFUL high pitched noise and everyone is screaming - """""neutrons of light energy""""" ya ok thats totally real science. photons who - "DO I DETECT A HINT OF SARCASM? HMM DEAR BOY" - "everything that happens anywhere in the universe is recorded in light neutrons" LMAO sure - "GOOD! dontgoaway" - the first thing ian wants to see in all of time and space is lincoln giving the gettysburg address - like 2 minutes of the gettysburg address while the actor playing lincoln looks mildly uncomfortable - barbara being SO excited omg? - shakespeare being like "fuck hamlet its not fit for MY STYLE” and then immediately changing his mind - thE BEATLES - TICKET TO RIDE - IANS DANCING TO IT - "now you've squashed my favourite beatles" - the doctor - “NOW YOUVE SQUASHED MY FAVOURITE BEATLES” - ticket to ride being """"classical music"""" - the doc running to the console all excited bc they about to materialise - ian and barbara worrying about their new space daughter running off - THE DOCTOR AND BARBARA SUNBATHING TOGETHER (while the doc is dressed to get maybe his face and hands tanned) - THE DOCTOR SINGING - "whats that awful noise?" "i beg your pardon, awful noise? thats no way to talk about my singing!" "no doctor not that awful noise, the other one" - the dalek's plan being ruined by sheer dumb luck/the hugest coincidence - "YES all right my dear all right all right, what is it now, gracious me can't i even relax for five... THE dALeKS!!!!" - the daleks going thru that cardboard turnstile door thing and you can see the dude behind it holding the door open for them juuuuust barely - the doc taking barbara's hand as they run off to get ian and vicki - the trapdoor the ring opens having a sense of dramatic irony - the doctor's hat - "i have the directional instincts of a homing pigeon" SURE doctor - whatever the FUCK that monster is actually being scary lookin - the doctor's muffled screaming - the dalek rising from the sand. iconic - did i mention the beatles being in this episode
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And his solution involves acquiring an awesome hat…a sign of things to come…
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It begins to rain around their enclosure, which only underscores the haunted length of Koschei’s silence, when Theta has asked him how he has been.
“I can tell you that a good and perhaps slightly desperate man told me to travel the stars solely to bear witness to the wonders of a thousand million worlds: that to do so was ownership enough of this cosmos. I can tell you that I’m learning to comprehend the fullness of his meaning, at long last. How is that for good news, Doctor?”
Thank you.
Evil is a matter of perspective, but beyond even such a Machiavellian truth, it matters what paths led an individual toward that state. Perhaps Ushas was reminded so often of her incapacity for empathy that she finally accepted that bankruptcy as a mark both of pride and of survival: exiled at so young an age, left too many cold nights to her own devices. And Koschei? Koschei was strapped into a gilded harness by his loom parents from birth, pissed himself before a hole into all of time and space and matter that confirmed to him his own insignificance, carried that moment with him throughout adolescence and adulthood in a four-beat Pavlovian reminder “You are unimportant, you are unimportant.”
That was... worrying, to say the least. He wondered fleetingly who this ‘good and slightly desperate’ man was, and whether, for a dark moment, if good Koschei was speaking of an older Theta. An older he, drawn to madness by what he’d intuited was more than just age. The thought was dismissed almost as quickly as it had come into existence.
It seemed like the words Koschei had uttered had heavy, significant importance that the Doctor had absolutely no way of understanding, revealing to him only the tip of a large and dangerous iceberg. It was as if the Doctor was merely a third dimensional creature observing the second (instead of a fourth dimensional one observing the third, he couldn’t help but add to himself), seeing one flat side of an impossibly large and multi-faceted tesseract. This was as it was in many situations, but in this one, it was painfully and frustratingly obvious.
He wanted so badly to ask for him to explain, but did not break his self-control.
❝ If you can really go forth and reach for the stars without trying to own them, then it is good news, my friend. ❞ He said, concern clear on his face, phrasing this with the careful tact of someone who had less than half of the facts. It would seem that in the centuries - and possibly millennia - since he’d seen him, Koschei had become so much more hard, and that much more insane.
Perhaps, he thought optimistically, he was imagining things. Perhaps this was just a bad day. Maybe the rain had made him moody - but, then again, back in the golden fields with the silver leaves and the red skies, rain had always made Koschei happy. Maybe things had changed.
The Doctor took a sip from his tea, looking at his friend squarely in his cold eyes, narrowing his eyebrows slightly in concern. ❝ My dear Koschei... ❞ ‘Would you like to talk about it’ almost came from his lips, but he’d never said something like that to his childhood friend before. He’d never had to, to be completely truthful, but it seemed... wrong, almost. ❝ I trust you recall how much we used to thirst for the freedom to explore the stars? Getting what we wanted wasn’t all it appeared to be, but that is how it is, yes, that is how it is. I... it is good to see you, my dear friend. How have the stars been to you, hmm? ❞
One thing I have learned about running away is that once you start there’s no end to it.
Catherynne M. Valente, from Six Gun Snow White (via dvoyd)
