Welcome to what, I presume, is your first spoiler-laden open thread for the latest episode of Doctor Who. Don’t touch anything, except for the comments!

Finishing a film, and especially finishing a film that might be (if very plausible rumors are to be believed) your last outing in a long film franchise, sounds exciting, right? Doing one last big scene, putting a capper on an incredible experience.

We’ve written about Venom’s, uh, for lack of a better term, highkey fucky subtext. But maybe we’re being close-minded, and it’s actually incredibly romantic. The internet seems to think so.

Why do we like horror, anyway? Stephen King knows better than most.

Improvisation is responsible for some important moments in Star Wars history—Han’s famous “I know”, for instance—but it’s not considered the norm. According to Oscar Isaac, that might be changing.

Hint: it involves money.

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What would it really be like to live alone on an alien world? Stranded, struggling to survive? And what would it be like when you find something on that world that’s transcendent, and bizarre, and impossible to explain?

This ska cover is a rollicking, trombone-filled anthem.

Sydney Bristow is back from her time in deep cover. Maybe.

Stephen King’s classic books are tied to a specific era in American history. The white picket fences and creeping dread of his New England horror universe are tied up in the ‘70s and ‘80s, to Carter and Reagan, with nostalgia inside of them dating even further back.

Now where, where have I seen that before?

If you were one of the people incredibly excited by the possibilities left open at the end of Iron Fist season two, we have some very bad news. Netflix just cancelled the show, making it the first Marvel show to get the axe.

After all, it’s still the grim dark future of the 41st millennium. It’s still going to be very miserable either way.

Tamagotchi toys were less about simulating the fun of having a pet, and more about the stresses of keeping your pixelated responsibility alive for as long as possible. I’m still no good at it, and presumably neither is Dmitry Morozov, because he built a machine that automatically cares for a Tamagotchi’s every need, …