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siebenscherben · 18 days
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a CEO walks into his office “any messages?” he asks his assistant “two anons want to know who tom petty is and one just says ‘post your ballsack’” “got it. check my dashboard” “that skeleton gif you like is back again” he rubs his chin pensively “mm. reblog that”
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siebenscherben · 3 months
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The Last Centurion (Rory's Song)
As promised, here is the filk created by my friend Araxie and I (though mostly by her), a pair of hopelessly obsessed Whovians united in our unabashed adoration of Rory (Roranicus Pondicus) Williams/Pond.  
It is based upon the Rudyard Kipling poem The Roman Centurion Song. It has since been set to music by self-professed anarchist, alto, and filk icon Leslie Fish.
The Last Centurion’s Song
Doctor, you bid me come with you, and let her lie. What then?
She’ll wait for you two thousand years, while you cheat time again.
You always run, you always fly, you take no time to grieve.
If she must stay, then so will I. You cannot make me leave.
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The universe has come undone, the stars no longer shine.
Now hasten on to patch the cracks, but leave both me and mine.
The future calls as time runs out, a world that you must mend,
So leave me now, but I’ve no doubt I’ll see you at the end.
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I know that you must think me mad, and you may yet be right
As I slog on through endless days and sleepless starless nights.
Yet I will stay to keep her safe. I choose to bear this load.
To find my place in time and space, I take the winding road.
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I wait for her in hope that I in waiting may atone
Not plastic now, but mine again, a man of flesh and bone.
She thought me human, and she died—cut down by my own hand.
In love and penance I’ll abide on time’s unwinding strand.
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I’ll take the steady, slower path through heavy years and long.
I’ll watch Rome fall and Britain rise, and still I will press on.
The past is gone, the future dark, the present is a blur
The world grows cold, and life grows stark, yet I’ll remain with her.
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Let me stay here, for Amy’s sake, as long as I have will,
Until I fail, or die, or break, or fall to greater skill,
I’ll fight both Cyberman and Pict, and all who dare to creep
From earth or sky or monster’s crypt to wake my love from sleep.
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Doctor, I care not for your fears. You tell me I must go,
That she won’t feel the passing years, that I am doomed—I know.
She is my heart, my soul, my mind—the only love I’ve known.
You go, but I will stay behind so she won’t be alone.
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siebenscherben · 6 months
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DOCTOR WHO | 1.13
It’s been fun, but I guess this is goodbye.
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siebenscherben · 7 months
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A Student’s Dream, ca. 1900
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siebenscherben · 7 months
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The Chapel of Our Lady of the Snows in Antarctica, the southernmost church in the world
#c
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siebenscherben · 7 months
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Cashmere, John Singer Sargent, 1908
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siebenscherben · 7 months
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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"It doesn't have to be like this. We could have it so much better"
Calligraffiti in Chicago, Illinois
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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Van der Graaf Generator, 1977
ph. Michael Guillerault
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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Peter Hammill, Le Palace, Paris, November 29, 1980
Photo by Daniel Mercurin
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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love it when allo gays complain about how difficult flirting is when you've fallen for your bestie because you don't know if the person 'only' likes you 'just a friend'
like aw thats cute sweety but have you ever tried Queerplatonic Yearning
Bitch I'm in levels of the friendzone you've never seen before and I don't even know if I want to get out of them, are these the circles of heaven or hell, and is my squish is even aware that we're here, and do they think we're already in a relationship?
Its like do they like me as a friend, a Friend, or romantically? Hopefully not romantically but also hopefully not as a friend bc as a Friend is how i like them and then in that case thats basically already what we are but are they aware of that? is that what they want? Or are they just being nice? Am I ok with them just being nice? Would asking to clarify that its a committed relationship ruin things or make them more meaningful or change nothing at all?
how fucking knows bitch
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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can you infodump to me? (i love you) is this overwhelming? (i love you) is this the right texture? (i love you) is it ok to touch you? (i love you) do you want the subtitles on? (i love you) do you want to go somewhere less noisy? (i love you)
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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I ever tell you guys about my ethically dubious radio show back in college? The Mad Dad Hour?
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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December 29th, 1969. The Dutch international chess player Jan Timman ponders his next move during a practice game at The Times - Hastings International Chess Congress.
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siebenscherben · 8 months
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Gustave Caillebotte, The Floor Planers, 1875
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