okay so imagine an au where the potters live. harry dates oliver wood briefly. james hears of this and pulls harry aside. stares him in the eye with a deadly serious face
“he’s a Keeper”
You made an entire AU that would alter almost every facet of that series
For a pun
You’re a beautiful person.
#A reverse Henry VIII where Rose is Queen Henrietta VIII #and the Doctor is her latest conquest #she’s insatiable #a widow with a slew of headless princes in her wake #not to mention a religious revolution and wild social reforms empowering women and the poor #The gentry are mortified and awed at her political cunning and prowess #The Doctor is the youngest son of a dead duke of some note #his elder brother inherited the titles and had political ambitions but he never did #Not even after Henrietta spotted him at a ball and locked onto him with laser-like focus #His elder brother pushes him into capitulating to a relationship for the sake of the family’s name - to keep her from casting them into dishonor #At first he’s concerned with keeping the Queen happy and thereby keeping his head #but within short order he’s genuinely enamored #The whispers at court (and in his ear as she shares his bed) are that she’s truly in love this time #for the first time she’s found her equal #Until a plot by the French ambassador Rassilon tricks the Doctor into a compromising position with someone else - a Spanish spy named El Maestro #Everyone says he’s an old friend and lover of the Doctor’s (they aren’t wrong) #Henrietta is devastated at the possibility of political and personal betrayal from the one person she trusted most #She doesn’t want to believe the Doctor capable of such treachery but the proof is undeniable #stay tuned next week for another episode of THE WHODORS [-gallifreyburning]
It’s all yours - Planet Earth. Now that’s a retirement plan. But just you be careful, though. No interfering. I don’t want any trouble. Just… just have a nice life.
Oh Doctor, I will make you proud.
GUYS, YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND THE IMPORTANCE OF THIS SCENE.
MR. COPPER WENT ON TO CREATE THE MR. COPPER FOUNDATION.
YOU KNOW, THE MR. COPPER FOUNDATION WHICH INVENTED THE SUBWAVE NETWORK.
THE SUBWAVE NETWORK WHICH HARRIET JONES USED IN ‘THE STOLEN EARTH’ TO BRING THE DOCTOR BACK TO EARTH TO FIGHT THE DALEK INVASION AND STOP THE REALITY BOMB.
MR. COPPER IS THE BIGGEST UNSUNG HERO IN DOCTOR WHO.
I hated school, I hated school. And I didn’t realize why. I thought I was…I was, I thought there was something wrong with me for hating school, for not being able to deal with school. At the time it was ingrained in me that school was: if you’re not successful in school you’re not going to be successful in life. And the hierarchy with the subjects at school, like the arts are given no credence. And if they are, it’s false credence. So, I look back on it and and I’m angry. I’m angry about it because, you know, there might be a brilliant ballerina somewhere in school who’s being forced to do maths, and she sees it difficult. But if she’s just allowed to express whatever gifts she has to offer then she would be happy and then she could make hundreds of thousands of other people joyous for a couple of hours per night.
when she says she doesn’t send nudes
when guys objectify women and expect them to send nudes
when someone asks you about your nuclear plans for russia
When Russia sends you nudes
bagera69 said: I know that in MCU that Steve's birthday is noted as being in 1918. What is his birthday in comic canon?
I haven’t checked the specifics in a while — I’m not sure which issues mention it, but I think most of the info we have comes from like, back-matter material, profiles and such. Usually it’s 1920 or 1922. But basically if you’re writing a fic (or doing anything other than some kind of super-intense date-based metacommentary) you can choose essentially any year between 1918 and 1922 and be okay. And if someone gets pedantic ignore them and laugh to yourself as you roll around in your awesome kudos. :D
On the other hand, when it comes to the MCU, Steve says out loud in the movie that his father was killed by mustard gas (i.e. it is primary canon, unlike the 1918 DOB which comes from secondary canon). That pretty much means that Daddy Rogers died in WWI, and THAT means he died no later than November of 1918
Wellllllllll not really.
I think not a lot of people know, because it’s not talked about a lot in history classes, that the damage done during the war (actual physical damage) could be deadly years later. Mustard gas in particular was not always fatal, which was its torment; it could blind you, it could destroy your digestive organs, it could damage your lungs. There’s a character in Dorothy Sayers’ Unpleasantness At The Bellona Club who I believe was a survivor of mustard gas, but was unable to work due to complications with his digestive system (and severe PTSD, but the “tin tummy” didn’t help).
Imagine young, handsome American-Irish Private Rogers, wounded in a gas attack, invalided back to Britain for recuperation in 1917. His nurse is the prettiest little Irish rose named Sarah, and they fall in love. He marries her, and takes her back to America with him as a war bride as soon as he’s well enough to travel. They have a son a few months before armistice. He dies a few months after from lingering respiratory complications.
His wife, who saw a generation of young men fall to the brutality of the Great War, tells her son, “Your father was the bravest of soldiers. The mustard gas killed him.”
Or, imagine Private Rogers can’t work to support his wife because while the gas wounds healed, he has dreadful shell shock. He can’t bear the idea of having a son in the violent, horrifying world he’s seen, and knows his wife will get a pension if he dies. So one day when the PTSD gets the upper hand and he believes his gas exposure is what made his son so weak and sickly, he gets his service revolver and ends the pain.
And his wife, to hide the shame forced on suicide by society of the era, tells her son, “Your father was the bravest of soldiers. The mustard gas killed him.”
You should know that I hate you.