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Steven Moffat on the Master’s apparent death.
YES. GIVE ME MORE OF THIS. GIVE ME MISSY TURNING UP IN STORIES RANDOMLY WITH THE SHITTIEST DISGUISE EVER, CALLING HERSELF MRS E OR SOME OTHER LUDICROUS NICKNAME AND HAVE 12 FALL FOR IT COMPLETELY AND THEN HE’S SHOCKED WHEN HE FINDS OUT ITS HER AND SHE JUST SHRUGS AND IS LIKE: EH I DIDN’T DIE WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO?
I look forward to Ms. Magistra and Lady Domina and Professor Kyria and Madame Gospoza and, of course, the ever-so-clever, no-one-can-possibly-tell-who-i-am Maîtresse. And a good Mrs. Dr. Smith thrown in there for good measure.
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I will have to wait until tomorrow to write a post about the finale, because I need some time to digest it, but suffice to say that my reactions swing between blubbing and grinning.
eleven being cute while trying to sing along without knowing the words
i hope when kate stewart shows up with UNIT she gets the chance to continue her father’s legacy
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If you think I’m going to spend my time making cups of coffee for you…
Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there: lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through: the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
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