who the heck is running Denny’s tumblr
If there’s one thing I’ve learned from reading fanfiction, it’s that clear communication will save you at least three chapters of angst.
I have no truck with narratives that have plots that can be solved/resolved if the characters sat down and had a 20 minute talk.
I was going through my emails and one of my online orders has been dispatched and when I ordered it I had to put in a state but New Zealand doesn’t have states and I was annoyed so I put “New Zealand doesnt have states you fuckass” and now in the dispatch email under delivery addess it totally has “New Zealand doesnt have states you fuckass” as part of it woops.
Sorry mail person
I’m just going to quote a couple of passages from “Scream of the Shalka” in response because, while the nature of this particular story diverges from TV canon, it basically summarises how I think things would be between them.
[The control room of the TARDIS] was meant for two. Two chairs stood by the fireplace, which was marked with roundels of many teacups and wine glasses. There were dashings of liquid and glass, the marks of old disputes and moments of violence. Every piece of furniture was somehow scarred, if one cared to look close enough.
The Doctor had given him all the dignity he could find for his former foe.
But it was never enough. It never would be.