Had a dream last night where the Doctor had a record constantly playing in the TARDIS but seemingly not making any noise. One day he switched it out for a different record and his companion was like 'why did you do that?' and the Doctor was like 'oh I just felt like changing the TARDIS ambience' and the companion was like '? But it sounds the same '. And the Doctor was like 'maybe to YOU.'

The best part of getting older is aging out of the demographic that gets killed in horror movies. I am now the age of the kooky local at the gas station who warns the band of college kids not to go to Camp Murderblood

Who else has thousands of ideas but unfortunately your mortal form is constantly at 'low battery' energy levels?

thank you ao3 for protecting writers and never allowing censorship to plague your platform. we love and respect you for this