//So they’re like reapers in a way. Aides and guides to those who die alone and unmourned. The unloved.
Maybe they went to Simm Master when he regenerated.
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He stands across from the many eyed, sabre-toothed beasts who’ve littered the Punjab with their vile trap.
He tilts his head the way an apex predator regards a lesser carnivore that claims the ability to draw blood. A tiger taking stock of a house cat.
He smiles, and he relishes the way they shift weight when he smiles.
He tilts his head the other way, and then in a circle on his neck, a strange almost serpentine twist, and shudders once, and violently floods the telepathic channels between them with a vow:
Intergalactic assassins.
How quaint.
Threaten her again, and learn
Who Brings Death Itself
firsthand.
For what is a killer to Death’s Master?
//yaz needing to nod at the doctor to remind her she’s a woman :’) ❤
//a chicken poo lol
//Graham is so so so so SO good I LOVE him. I wish he were my dad, literally I do.
// “You just watch me” I love…one woman…with all my fucking broken heart…..
//The notion that alien contact could explain, feed, and be understood as a religious experience is always fascinating.
//Very very salient topic, displacement and refugeeism, well done Doctor Who. You go Doctor Who.
//Finally watching the episode now.
my power is no illusion.
i can fucking demolish you.
Icarus 