He’s listening to his favourite song.

When life gives you lemons, you change their history to turn them into lethal weapons of inter-galactic war.

Any out of character hints that regeneration was not in fact ‘my baby’ are nought but lies and slander. I shall kill Queek for even hinting at such things.

#Queekisms Oh my brain is frazzled after that

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪɴᴀʟ ᴘᴀʀᴀᴅᴏx ᴄʟᴏsᴇᴅ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ғᴏʀ: @wonderfulelectric.bsky.social

NOW PERISH WITH YOUR KIND.

He would /never/ assassinate a rival.

Oh no a political dissident died. Oh no what a shame for Gallifrey. Oh. No.

#Queekisms I don’t even know why I watch it tbh Lame show 0/20.6

#Queekisms I WOULD NEVER SLANDER ACE. She’s definitely my next favourite. But there’s just something about Sarah-Jane that makes her so memorable.

#Queekisms Feeling nerdy. ❤️ - for a Doctor Who take.

Who hasn’t?

#Queekisms — learn of a mega war one day coming — try to stop the creation event of their future enemies — do not really hide it from said enemies at the time of their creation event — wonder why the war was inevitable — profit…?

Delusional? He’s not delusional! He is the ONLY person who understands that destroying all of creation to save-face in a war his people probably indirectly started is a perfectly good thing to do. HOW CAN ANYONE CALL THAT LOGIC DELUSIONAL!

Don’t mind him. He’s just doing a drive-by agreement.

if living means bowing down to the likes of you bastards, I’d rather die on my feet with my head held high.

#Queekisms Hey wanna know a tragic fan-fact? An old DW lore channel on YT (it’s sadly no longer around) once tried to do the maths of the Doctor’s aging. They were forced to conclude that the Tenth Doctor only existed for a handful of years based on aging comments -

Walking through broken halls, the end of his world the only company he keeps.

He immediately rejected the idea. “Even if I was willing to save my people through the charity of lessers, it would ultimately never work. The Daleks would simply come for you instead. And I suspect that the Forerunners do not have another war in them.”

“Once my work is done, Doctor…” Rassilon had always found this particular incarnation so irritating. Ever the questioner and the debater. A brilliant mind clouded by whim and whimsy. “…there will be nothing else, no greater goal to achieve or foe to overcome. Can’t you see that? Is is truly -

//I SPAT OUT MY TEA

#Queekisms Replies in a bit! Watching a movie with Mrs Queek.

Oh for fuck’s sake.

Shaz… No. I am beyond this.

(Rassilon couldn’t help but chuckle. Though it was entirely without warmth. It was as bitter and as mirthless a laugh as any being could ever muster.) If only we could.

“No. I suppose not. But we shall evolve beyond the confines of time. Beyond the limitations of cause and effect. We shall become creatures free of flesh, of life, of the ruinous confines of normal life.”

“Tragedy for all others. For us? Salvation.”

We change the course of history. They go back and kill our agents. We craft new timelines to save ourselves. They re-write our work and make things all the more dire. We send our most vaunted hero to end them before they begin, and he couldn’t bring himself to do it. (Rassilon scoffed. The -

#Queekisms Truly an iconic video honestly

The Mantle is a forsaken promise, upheld by the dead and the dammed.

#Queekisms Honestly if you really wanna understand how scary Daleks are PLEASE just watch this edit

ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ, ʏᴇ ᴀʟᴍɪɢʜᴛʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴅᴇsᴘᴀɪʀ!

(Leaning back in his chair. Rassilon’s eyes drifted away from her, his gaze studying every crack in the once golden floor below them.) Everything.

The greatest failure of the greatest civilisation ever seen by this universe, multiplied in perpetuity. Ugh.

I have /enough/ problems as it is.

More of him…?

#Queekisms “He is above the other incarnations” THOSE ARE FIGHTING WORDS CHAR

< — sending several TARDISes to pre-historic Krypton in-order to stockpile a healthy surplus of Kryptonite.

I made a name for myself as a god-slayer. Do not make me revive old habits.

(Her glare was met with an ancient stare. Eons of pride and rage barely contained through the thinnest veil of aristocratic calmness and stoicism imaginable.) We will deal with it by /winning/.

“Assilon.”

So much potential. Wasted at the bottom of a bottle.

I surely cannot be the first to report such a thing.

Everything about you.

(The Lord-President scowled.) We are at war. I have neither time nor intention to entertain unwanted guests.