if you ever think mythology is boring or serious business or whatever shit
just remember that cerberus, the hell-hound and guard dog of the underworld, comes from the root indo-european word ḱerberos, which evolved into the greek word kerberos, which got changed to cerberus when it went from greek to latin
ḱerberos means “spotted”
that’s right
hades, lord of the dead, literally fucking named his pet dog spot
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“You’ve got that face on again,” he mutters, leaning toward her ear.
River pulls the glass from her lips and blinks up at him innocently.
“What look?”
The Doctor looks around and lowers his voice to a whisper. “That ‘I’m thinking something I’m not supposed to be thinking when we’re in the middle of a crisis’-look.”
“This is my normal face.”
“Is not,” he hisses.
“Is too.”
“Is not.”
River sighs. “Just reminiscing, sweetie.”
“Reminiscing about what?”
The Doctor jumps and whirls to face Clara, who’s staring at them inquisitively.
“Nothing! Not a thing,” he hurries at the same time River shrugs.
“Oh, just the time I got the Doctor drunk on orange cream vodka. This tastes remarkably similar.”
“RIVAH!”
Clara grins. “What did he do?”
“River, don’t you dare, don’t you dare tell her—”
“He did the hokey pokey naked in front of the Shadow Proclamation.”
Clara gasps, delighted. “Really?”
“Really,” River confirms, while the Doctor pinwheels his arms around behind them.
“Was he any good?”
River grins. “Oh, he was very, very good.”
Clara makes a face. “But all those skinny limbs…”
“Trust me, he knows what to do with them.”
“RIVAH. River, that is quite enough, and you, Clara, stop encouraging her!”
Clara ignores him. “So what happened after? Did he get in trouble?”
“We had to run back to the TARDIS as usual.” She pauses to take a sip of her drink. “Then he got into a LOT of trouble.”
River winks, The Doctor sputters, and Clara laughs. “The good kind?”
“The very good kind. He did a whole other kind of dance.”
“RIVAH!”
Clara smirks. “So he pokey’d your hokey?”
The Doctor flails, emitting a high pitched whine and covering his ears while River appraises Clara, impressed. “Eight times.”
“No, no, stop talking! Both of you, right now!”
“Eight? Seriously?”
“Time Lord stamina.” She leans in and whispers, “He can dance for hours.”
Clara nods. “Well if he’s dancing with you it’s no wonder.”
“No! No flirting! Riv—Clar—that’s my wife! RIVAH!!”
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I suppose you’re all wondering why I’ve gathered you here today
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my dad used to have an ear piercing in the eighties and someone asked him “does it make you gay if your piercing is on the right side or the left” and he replied “it makes you gay if you love cock”
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