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icon: a still of the seventh doctor from doctor who, frowning whimsically
header: clément mathieu from les choristes making pierre morhange straighten up and stand with a better posture. they are silhouetted against a building that can be seen through the window behind them
about:
he/him (il/lui)
sure, why not? call me nate
this is the show that has everything. gold boots, bondage, fishing rods
what is Doctor Who if not an incestuous mating ball of snakes telling the same stories over and over?
communists fuck off
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