it’s the 50th anniversary
it’s very dramatic
john hurt turns to the camera
and says
‘in a land of myth and a time of magic’
David Beckham plays his final game with PSG and retires from professional football after a twenty year career. (X)
We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best.
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women of spn → adrianne palicki
7.01 / 7.13
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The Russian Cartier Tiaras,
The King’s Speech (2010) - Director: Tom Hooper
I have a voice.
T H E O N C O M I N G S T O R M | a dark!doctor au
you can wake up now, the universe has ended.
she cups his chin and whispers, what use is a storyteller without a story, raggedy man?
i am tired of these stories, she says to him, mouth twisting in boredom. don’t you know any new ones?
but there are no new ones to tell. all of creation bears the bloody imprint of the genocide of the other storytellers, and whatever words that struggle from his mouth, whatever galaxies they spin through, the story of eternity is the story of his original sin that allowed creation to remain in existence.
so he decides to write new ones. but to do that: he needs a clean slate.
setting fire to the pages of the universe is something every Gallifreyean child has been warned, since birth, since conception - to not do. it is an act encoded into their bones to be capable of - with the power of creation; comes too the desire for destruction.
he’d always had to. all she had given him was the excuse to - but for too long, now, had he been the storyteller without a story worth telling. she had drawn the key from his own pocket and unlocked from his blue pandora the abyss that he had spent eternity running from.
aside from narrative cleanliness, it was really all they truly deserved. he was the last surviving time lord, and the thought of all that wasted lifetimes, trying to absolve himself of a sin for whom there no longer existed other gods to judge him for - foolish. he was foolish.
he walks, one last time, through the galaxies whose physics were written by a mad man. this was the one him and the Master had spent a productive afternoon attempting to one-up each other in devising the most creative of perversities to plague the unfortunate constellation with. they merrily tangled elemental equations and laws of physics into delightfully unholy balls of star-studded yarn, watched as the flesh of the beings turned inside out as they spoke, and were just about to implant black holes into the hearts of various planets before they were caught and punished. the light of a planet burning was a sight to behold - contrary to popular belief, the destruction of a planet was a tricky thing. to be properly destroyed, it had to burn through all time and space, all at once. conveniently, they also took a few neighbouring galaxies along with them. so the doctor set about with his blue matchbox, lighting a forest fire that blazed the cosmos of time and space.
an old story occurs to him, as the last star blinks out. this story was one of the older ones, whose origins even his gallifreyean elders had not been able to provide satisfactory answers for. the silliness that inspired all the guilt, all the running - the story of a star betrayed and betraying his creator. well - his eternal fall from his own grace into his own darkness would end now.
he realizes, with a vague sense of amusement, that this, perhaps, was what had inspired it all - the Time War. all these stories that had eaten their own storytellers up, had consumed them with the need to be a part of their own stories, to be the center of the story of all creation itself.
he does this all while she sleeps soundly, in her room. when he is finished, he goes to wake her, and tells her that she can wake now, in time to watch the last galaxy burn out - earth, of course. he watches as she watches the blue jewel char to the symphony of humanity’s screams, an indulgent smile playing across his lips.
she clasps her hands together in joy. oh doctor, this is just - magnificent.
Emmelie De Forest - Only Teardrops (Eurovision 2013)
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no more german money for u
