Peter Capaldi being an absolute cinnamon roll and thanking each individual person involved with his happy birthday video! (x)
Thank you to everybody in the world who was kind enough to think about me and send me best wishes on my birthday! Unfortunately, I can’t get around everybody, and say thank you personally because otherwise there’d be no time left to make Doctor Who, which is what we’re in the middle of doing at the moment. But in the meantime…
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ihonormycode-thatswhatibelieve:
Mrs. Packard could simply walk into Mordor. And put out her cigarette on Sauron’s eye.
The amount of fucks not given in this scene is astounding.
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We need to talk about Kylo Ren’s wound.
At first, pounding on the gash in his side seems like a strange thing to do. Then, you remember: the Dark Side of the Force is fueled by rage and pain. He is hitting his injury to make himself stronger. It’s a survival tactic that probably prevented his body from undergoing shock. It’s what kept him alive.
Not so fast. There’ s more.
Have you stopped to think about who shot him? Chewbacca.
Chewbacca, Han Solo’s best friend, comrade, copilot, and confidant. Chewbacca, whom Ben Solo grew up with. Chewbacca, who probably would have been the equivalent of Ben’s godfather. “Uncle” Chewie. Who would have patiently allowed infant Ben to tug and pull on his fur. Who would have taught him to speak Wookie, and let him play in the Millennium Falcon, even when Han said to cut it out. Who would have shown him that family and love come in all shapes and sizes. It was Chewbacca that shot him. Because Ben betrayed him. He is no longer Ben Solo, but Kylo Ren “Victorious Ruler.” This man is not the boy Chewie knew. And he just murdered Han Solo. The shot was based on an instinct. A gut reaction. And right after it was fired, you can see the pain in both of their faces.
The wound was inflicted by Kylo’s former friend, but it’s cause was his own action. The act that was meant to help him. The act that should have pushed him over the edge and into complete darkness. Kylo Ren’s last resort to resisting the call to the light.
Go back to him pounding his wound. Why was he hitting his injury? He was bleeding out, after all. Blasts from the same weapon have taken down armored stormtroopers. Simple. It didn’t work. Killing Han Solo did not help Kylo Ren achieve darkness. If anything, it weakened him. By hitting his wounds, he’s not just inflicting physical pain, but the pain of every part of his injury: the death, the shot, and his failure. He’s hitting himself to relive that pain. But, after everything he is still drawn to the light.
Rey. “You need a teacher,” he tells her. “I can show you the ways of the force.” But that’s another story.
Dust, in Number Thirteen’s view, was a terrible name for a planet. It was a name for a place where life was dull, dry and hopeless. Where nothing changed, and nothing varied. Number Thirteen objected to that. So it reached deep into the bowels of the planet, and tried something else.
Continuing my work on my Eighth Doctor Era 20th Anniversary Tribute, I decided to continue to visualise some of the space-scapes of the EDAs. The above is from the end of Interference: Book Two where I.M Foreman’s thirteenth self merges with the planet Dust and proceeds to rewrite its biosphere.
Cecil. She/her. During the day I sit in libraries staring at books. During the night I write queer fanfiction with a historical slant.
Some not-so-random facts: Gay space lizards are the best lizards. Star Trek is my life. I have too many DS9 ships. Classic Who and the Eighth Doctor Adventures make me grin stupidly. Kelas Parmak is the best. I will defend historically accurate portrayals of Alan Turing to the last drop of blood. Likes and asks end up in the name of @apolesens-otheraccount, because Tumblr doesn't have a way of changing which blog is your primary one. Nothing happens over there - this is the one to follow.
