"Swear to me on something that matters."
"Fish fingers and custard."
In my house, Doctor Who Night is always something of a production. There are snacks to prepare. Spoilers from Britain to avoid. Tears to hold back at the end of the night. And then, of course, there are the debates, both internal and familial, about who the best Doctor of all time is. My personal opinion swings, pendulum-like, from Five to Seven to Four to Ten to Eleven and back again, but the general consensus is that my favorite Doctors are 5 and 10. What can I say? Great things come in multiples of five. They don't call them the Fantastic Four, now do they? Wait, what?
For those of you who don't know what Doctor Who is, shame, shame, shame on you and your place of dwelling. Doctor Who is... Well, it's everything, really. It's this epic story about love and loss and adventure and sorrow and life and death and endless wonder and it's magical. There are few more maddeningly frustrating hours than those spent the evening before a series premiere, and few better ways to spend it binge-watching previous episodes and tearfully reminiscing over old Doctors and companions with fellow Whovians.
And on an entirely irrelevant note, here are some f-words I really, really like:
ferruginous - of the colour of rust; impregnated with iron
flammule - little flame
fleshling - a sensualist
fleuret - ornament resembling a small flower
frowst - to luxuriate in hot stuffiness and stupefaction
funebral - of, like or pertaining to a funeral
futurition - future existence; time to come
You can find more obscure words at The Phrontistery.