I would like to see the pinecone

HI WHO WOULD LIKE TO SEE A BABY GOOSE

You'd be sur-pie-sed

Tried to quit my job earlier and they said No. What?

They're letting me switch to part time and I'm hoping the additional free time is beneficial to my work life balance. (And I was legit trying to quit with nothing lined up, so this'll give me time to get something lined up)

Also, you should watch the documentary "Sweeny Todd"

Tried to quit my job earlier and they said No. What?

Tried to quit my job earlier and they said No. What?

And it was free and it rips

there are a lot more abjectly harmful and meanspirited april fool's jokes out there but the one i personally find most annoying is when american game devs pretend that they're going to make a visual novel spinoff of their game because they can't imagine making visual novels in earnest

They actually dropped them haphazardly on the floor and one rolled under the fridge

Apparently, I'm looking in the wrong places, sir... but can you tell us if Netflix will drop all the episodes of Dead Boy Detective Agency all at once, or one per week?

All at once, I believe.

When I made this post, my reference point was interviews that aren't in-character and are thus non-canon. I figured it was Schrodinger's Gender and Sam might end up with different pronouns if it became pertinent to the story. I appreciated that anyway.

My deluxe copy of the album came in with Aaron's canonical journal.

"And there was something there. Their hand on my knee at the bar. The way they took a drag and laughed out smoke when I compared myself to Dolly Parton. Our past hanging out there, heavy in the air. And when we got to their house, they leaned in, and I froze..."

This is canon. It's not "their gender is irrelevant." It's just "they're them."

I do appreciate Dan Campbell taking a "the gender of the new love interest for my fictional musical counterpart really has no bearing on the story, so their name is Sam and I'll exclusively use They/them pronouns when talking about their part in the narrative" approach

stacys mom turned me into a frog!

im eating flies and live inside a log!

stacy cant you see she has placed a spell on me!

now im in a bog and look just like a small green frog

My boyfriend prefers his mattresses firm, and I need a soft mattress. He prefers his food temperate while I like my food hot and spicy. This is another good reason to not have a kid, because even if the kid averages out and prefers everything in the middle, there's the risk of some blonde bitch breaking into our house to rummage through our stuff.

Gomez!Master was a companion. I voted against her on principle.

Which villain would you most like to see as a companion?

TOURNAMENT MASTERPOST

Why is no one flinging me into the sun?

Reblog to fling OP into the sun

Shoutout to probably extremely niche crowd in the overlap between Game Changer fans and Big Finish Doctor Who fans

Sam Reich as Nobody No One

Casting a spell on you that makes you happy, by the way. Your day tomorrow will be pretty good. Something nice will happen, maybe.

Today in obscure Doctor Who jokes:

Somebody on Twitter pointed out that the Big Finish companion Hex is canonically from the year 2021, so when he occasionally abbreviates the word "suspicious" to "sus," it's probably an Among Us reference.

The punchline is that this character was actually introduced back in 2004. It was made-up future slang that they happened to get right.

The real twist is that it's The Lumiat

they try, honestly they do, but the doctor isn't a stationary creature and never has been, especially not when they know there's something they could help with. which is to say, it takes a week of soft quiet life before he starts begging kate for a job. kate in turn withstands three weeks of the doctor's incessant begging and big puppy dog eyes while donna noble stands right behind him and mouths don't you fucking dare before she makes a counteroffer: he can work in a lab (the 'very far away from active duty' is implied) as long as he meets with unit's therapist.

and he refuses, of course, loudly and profusely, right up until donna very gently but very firmly tells him that it really could help, actually.

so. therapy. the doctor assumes it won't do anything. the unit therapist is no nonsense and unflinching and very very bright, and twenty minutes later the doctor sits outside the room hyperventilating while kate finishes paperwork and kindly doesn't mention the way he's all but curled into her.

the second session ends much like the first, and the third, and then the fourth he walks out with dry eyes and a tremulous smile. the fifth, kate calls donna and she takes him home and they drink hot chocolate and he doesn't start talking again until the next day. it takes him seven sessions to be able to stay in the room for the full hour; kate pats him on the back and then finally allows him to build a shield for her office as a reward. she sits outside the therapist's office every time he has a session, even though she has to have better things to do. they don't talk about it.

unit only has files on things the doctor's done on earth, and even then, only sometimes, which means that when the doctor talks about some things he just. edits, a little. talks about two weeks in a confession dial and a month in prison, because maybe then he doesn't have to think about the enormity of it all. and every single time he does this, the therapist looks at him and very kindly calls bullshit. it's weird, being known. it's different with donna. he is donna and donna is him, in ways they will probably never talk about. but he sits in that cluttered little office for an hour a week (sometimes two or three times, if he's doing particularly badly) and he feels seen.

after four months, there are memories he can touch without flinching, and people he can talk about without crying. he starts spending a couple of hours just sitting in the vortex, not because he's hiding or running but just because he likes the way it feels against his skin. he cooks dinner every other night and washes up when he doesn't. he takes out the bin every week even though it's rose's job, because he loves her. and he can say that now, and he doesn't think about her short lifespan or about all the other people they've loved and lost. he can say that and just mean it.

part of his contract is an agreement to never offer a trip to a member of unit unless it's actual life or death (the small chemical leak in the lab doesn't count; he takes shirley to new mars anyway) but he finds himself toying with the idea of asking for a session in the tardis. just once, just to see. the therapist looks at him and sees him and it is monstrous and they keep looking anyway and now the doctor can sit through a family dinner without wanting to tear his skin off and he doesn't know any other way to say thank you.

it's funny, almost, how quickly he grows attached to this person who picks through his hurts and rifles through his traumas and holds direct eye contact while doing so. the doctor talks about their deaths and their crimes and their cowardice and the therapist nods and asks him how he feels and it's. it's terrifying. it's beautiful. it's the worst thing he's ever ever been through, and the best. he feels ripped apart and put back together in a way that few people have ever been able to— huh.

after his sixty eighth session (he's unable to not keep count) the doctor walks outside to where kate is annotating a schematic and says, thoughtfully, they're the master in disguise, aren't they. and kate says oh 100% and please don't let them know that you know because they will definitely go to the second stage of whatever long con they've been hatching and they're too good at this for us to let them go