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the road that they walk on is paved in gold
Went to a wedding last night; had a fantastic time; had to actively refrain from doing Eleven's stupid flail-arms-wildly-above-head dance.
Speaking of Eleven, and how I am still married to the idea that Benedict Cumberbatch should play the Master, I even have some photographic evidence for my argument, namely this picture of both of them with Moffat. All three of them look hilariously awkward, but -- look at Smith and Cumberbatch's strange, strange faces! It is MEANT TO BE, I say.
(Aside: further wiki tabs now open for the purposes of Methos fic include crucifixion and a map of the Roman Empire circa 117 AD. Oh self. Get a new favourite character, one who hopefully doesn't require research on death by crucifixion.)
Speaking of Eleven, and how I am still married to the idea that Benedict Cumberbatch should play the Master, I even have some photographic evidence for my argument, namely this picture of both of them with Moffat. All three of them look hilariously awkward, but -- look at Smith and Cumberbatch's strange, strange faces! It is MEANT TO BE, I say.
(Aside: further wiki tabs now open for the purposes of Methos fic include crucifixion and a map of the Roman Empire circa 117 AD. Oh self. Get a new favourite character, one who hopefully doesn't require research on death by crucifixion.)