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Did you recognize this hand, completely out of context? Unattached to a body or face? Can you tell what episode and what scene it’s from?
Think about your life for a second. Just think about it.
I CAN EVEN TELL YOU THE EPISODE AND THE LINE THAT COMES AFTER THIS
Do I know this scene? I GIFFED THIS SCENE.
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Say No To Understanding Terrorism of the Day: When MidAmerica Nazarene University student Sophia Stockton received her textbook on understanding terrorism from Amazon, she flipped through it to find that it came with an unwelcome study aid: A bag of cocaine.
Stockton says she took the substance to the Gardner police station, where it was identified by an officer.
“He put some gloves on and put it in a plastic bag, he took it back to test it and like 10 minutes later he came back and said, ‘Did you happen to order some cocaine with your textbook?” Stockton told KWCH.
Though the book, Understanding Terrorism: Challenges, Perspectives, and Issues, was used, Stockton claims she received it directly from Amazon “entirely wrapped up.”
He (the person who previously had the book) did not know it was in there,” she said. “I am sure the guy was mad he left it in there, but I am kind of glad it is off the streets.”
Amazon has not yet commented on the case.
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Hello Good Morning Internet: Best moments from Parks and Rec “Bowling for Votes”
“This bowling alley has my favorite restaurant in Pawnee.” “Really? You’re not scared to eat here?” “When I eat it is the food that is scared.”
“Type in T Rex for me. No no no. Um, T Boz. Wait wait. Tommy Tsunami. Nope. Tiki Tiki Tom Tom. Nope. Fly Guy.” “I wrote Tom.” “Classic. Timeless. I love it.”
“Straight down the middle. No hook, no spin, no fuss. Anything more and this becomes figure skating.”
“What Champion? You need to go outside now? Come on. Atta boy. Sorry, he’s…hates awkward situations.”
“I wished for his happiness to go away. I might be a wizard.”
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The regeneration energy and radiation poisoning stung as it began to push through his cell walls and escape into the air. The inferno was far past the point where he could contain it; if he tried, he’d likely snuff it out altogether. Yellow-orange light cascaded from his hand like blazing mist, and he embraced the accompanying pain instead of ignoring it. It was all-consuming now, anyway, and he could no longer pretend it wasn’t there.
The holocaust was coming, preparing to obliterate every shred of his DNA, every trace of the man he was at this moment. He had been through this enough times to know how things would be different afterward. The next time he thought of Donna Noble, the new synapses in his new brain would fire, and his memories would be cast in a slightly different hue. When he recalled Rose, his new hearts would still pound, but his new body chemistry wouldn’t react exactly the same, and his very cells would no longer yearn for her quite so keenly.
Yet there’s solace in the fact that in another universe, these arms will still hold her, this soul still ache for her in this particular way, living breathing proof of how much her presence has changed me — saved me — made me whole.
After regeneration, the Doctor would still be the Doctor, but the delicate nuances of this particular man would be lost forever. The energy flared inside of him, cresting as it began to eat away at his internal organs, tearing them apart and remaking them cell by cell.
Allons-y. Let’s go.
It was a ridiculous thing to think — say aloud? — he wasn’t sure. He couldn’t have heard himself, anyway; his ears roared with destruction and renewal, with breaking bones and splintering cells. He had held back this regeneration long enough to help some of his friends, but there was more he needed — yearned — to do with these hands. More running to do with these legs. More wonders to see with these eyes. More sins to atone with this self.
I don’t want to go.
His back arched in agony, arms and legs rigid as his body dissolved into a storm of fire, every last particle bursting into oblivion and rebuilding itself, his marrow consumed with agonized itching and stinging torment.
His last moment as this man was utterly excruciating. In the midst of the pain and destruction, one final word ghosted through these neurons and pounded through these hearts: Rose.
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I really want us all to just take a moment and think about how those dates must have gone.
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