Series 1 (1963-64) - Scenery
Pronounced "ska-lya." A little curated space for my interests. Primary fandoms: Spider-Man and Doctor Who. Proportion of political content may vary.
I also run @#$% Yeah, Spider-Wife!, a Mary Jane Watson tumblog.
Icon credit: made by me using art by Andie Tong.
Getting rid of that existence isn’t a sacrifice, it is a waste.
One of Eleven’s defining speeches — much more so than the one at the end of the episode, I think.
The lack of fucks he gives combined with the level of sass he practically sweats is the reason I love Nine more than anything.
If I were you… Oh, If I were you… Perhaps I WAS you, of course. Or perhaps…you ARE me.
I’d love to think this is how the story of the Doctor ends. He retired, chose the name Curator and TARDIS became The National Gallery.
"I expect that one day, in a few hundred years from now, someone will meet me and say ‘Is that really the Doctor? How strange…he seems such a nice old man.’”
emperor penguins, like other birds, have the capacity to fluff their feathers and insulate their bodies with a layer of air. but where most birds have rows of feathers with bare skin between them, emperors have a dense, uniform coat of feathers with tiny filaments at the base which allows them to release this air as lubricating microbubbles. this acts to reduce viscosity and cut drag, thus enabling the penguins to reach speeds of twenty seven feet a second and fly out of the water and over any potential waiting leopard seals.
Ugh, the level of detail.