Daleks: Rule the universe as the sole race, completely safe from any threat. They don't like killing things, they're just really racist.
Cybermen: Rule a universe without prejudice or bigotry, without sickness or loss, without pain or anger
Sutekh: Rule a universe free of what he considers monstrosities, and ultimate vengeance on those who imprisoned him
Also, the villain's reasoning doesn't always have to be foolproof. It's why they're the villains. They shouldn't have perfect logic.
i think ive said it before, but i truly dont understand the goals of villains whos entire goal is to kill every living thing in one way or another, especially when the ones that are whole societies are anti-individuality, and therefore entirely monotonous. like... if they succeed, what do they do after? what do you do when everything is dead? what do you do when theres only one group left, and you all dont do anything BUT the thing you can no longer do?
like i feel like its meant to be commentary or a metaphor somehow but it falls flat to me. like yeah we had something similar in real life but at least they had a vague idea of what would happen after
Based on the Song "We're All Gonna Die" by AJ Smith.
how long was it going to take for me to realise bios are a THING here too? i have an account. i have lurked here for years, yet am still superemely, blissful oblivious to ANYTHING unless it is pointed out...i am coming to the realisation natural selection is coming for me
100%! You see the vision!
He'd be such a mess if he finally let himself sink into a good hug instead of pushing it away or making a joke or something to create distance. I think he'd also become a hug fiend afterward, wanting that closeness and that release again and again. Snuggling too - I feel like once he let himself go a little he'd be just as snuggly as Steven or Poe would be. He's just gotta build up that trust first.
If any of you lovely people would like to share some soft or fluffy or snuggly or comforting Poe/Marc/ Oscar boys thoughts, I wouldn't be, like, mad or anything... 🥺
Who Knew - P!nk
And I won't forget you, my friend
What happened?
If someone said three years from now
You'd be long gone
I'd stand up and punch them out
'Cause they're all wrong and
That last kiss, I'll cherish until we meet again
And time makes it harder, I wish I could remember
But I keep your memory, you visit me in my sleep
My darling, who knew?