Anyone else think about how David Tennant's doctor got not one, but two happy endings? His clone was able to live a happy life with Rose on the alternate earth, and the fourteenth doctor got to live with the Noble's. None of the other doctors got that. The first doctor kinda did, but even Susan left(at his request) the TARDIS to live her own life. The thirteenth doctor wasn't exactly unhappy that she was regenerating, but she still didn't want to. But the tenth doctor REALLY didn't want to regenerate(if i had a dime for every time the doctor died from radiation poisoning, id have two dimes. Which isn't a lot but its weird it happend twice.). He was so sad and hurt that he came back to finish what he had started, allowing him a second chance with Donna's family. Family is all he wants. And he finally got it. When the doctor regenerates into their 24th body, will they settle down with someone? Or maybe go and save the world one more time?
I think about that sometimes. A lot of the time actually. Most of the time.
This is your daily reminder that you should go pick up an Instrument and play it. Today, I decided to play the piano. I do not know how to play the piano. I just got mah keyboard and decided to play the song that plays at the very end of episode 1 season 1 of Hannibal. Not because i know how to play it, but because I thought it would be fun to learn. And guess what? It doesn't sound half bad. Yeah, I miss every other note, but the point is that I found something that I thought was cool and challenged myself. Im not saying you have to go and buy a keyboard. But a little bit of music everyday could very possibly make your life better if you're having a hard time.
Music is good for the brain. And its good for the soul. Go pick up an instrument. You deserve it.❤️
I watched The princess diaries last night(both of them bc I have free will) and why didn't they give her a hair treatment that fit her hair type? I mean, Mia looks great with straight hair, she's Anna Hathaway. But like, they could've trusted her curly hair.
Also i find it funny how Anne just has chemistry with everyone she acts with. Hugh Dancy, Chris Pine, Helena bon Carter, Ewan McGregor. No one does chemistry like Annie. Thank you, you beautiful human.
Happy pride!!!!!!!! Much like most of the beautiful people celebrating this month, I too am in this modge podge group that is the LGBTQ community. Here's some of my art that ive done over the years!(plus a little gremlin I drew in like 30 seconds)
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Colin: So you'll talk a little bit, and then we can have a little interacting, perhaps.
Joey: Correct, yeah
Transcript:
10, 12 years later, Hay Festival invited me to come talk about this book. I've been writing books for about 18 years now, and this is the first one that's been published. And I knew that in the time when I started writing books at the age of 20 and now, the world had exponentially changed. And I had to talk about something .... that's my mic getting stuck to my beard....
I knew that I wanted to talk about something in this book that scared the crap out of me. And it was being filmed. There are one or two people filming me right now. And just before I came out here, they asked "by the way, we've got a camera, do you mind being filmed?". And I said "yeah, fine, yeah, absolutely. " It's ubiquitous. We are just so used to cameras invading every inch of our lives.
Children, before they even understand what it means to be remembered, are being remembered days later. I've seen 3-year-olds know that the 'x' on a phone means go away. They'll swipe if they want to see the next thing. I saw a child do that on the train here. Swiping the window.
In my book, in Its Not A Cult, which is gone now. Oh, it's back! That's why I need the clicker. I wanted to explore what it would be like if I had a character whose addiction to filming was all-encompassing. I've seen people in my life, in my lines of work, who are addicted to filming. I've seen...
... There you go, did you hear it? Did everyone just jolt to see if it was theirs? A phone just went off and we all just went "yeah, it's probably the babysitter". Your brain went somewhere else. To think about who might be texting you, who might be needing you.
And that's what this book is trying to explore. That memory of me 12 years ago exists up here. This memory exists elsewhere now. This memory that is happening right now, this moment, is happening down camera lenses. And I'm fine with people filming.
But to talk about your first point, and also what you spoke about, you described it as oil and wood. I started to wonder outside, do the people who exist in those wooden, in those paintings, and the people collecting data to be immortalised, did they ever think "Oh, I wonder if anyone is going to remember me. "
I wonder if that's important to me.
When I was 20 and I started writing books, that was the biggest driving force. It's... when I started theatre, as an actor, and then I started to get into television and film and I thought "great, well they can't delete that. " And good our bad, whatever it is, I existed and therefore I mattered.
With music, I can point at things that have been created and I can say that I created that. And yet, tomorrow night our band are playing, in a church, and we've not played in years because I'm so terrified of being filmed sometimes. I don't want to be captured.
And neither does the protagonist in this book. They want to capture everything, but never be captured.
I made this little one-shot about two years ago, but never got around to writing more chapters.
Not finished: Edward Scissorhands hannigram AU
Fandom: Hannibal(tv), Edward Scissorhands(Tim Burton)
Hannibal Lector liked his job. He was astoundingly good at it. Advertising wasn't hard at all, and whoever decides to argue with him would be in for a very long lecture about basic retail. And it seemed that a lot of people liked his new product, which made Hannibal feel even better about his job. His daughter, Abigail, always told him that he should be spending his time in a kitchen, not a manufacturing facility. But Hannibal knew that she was just trying to help. Yes, he loved to cook and bake. But how could he enjoy those things if others were unable to enjoy them as well?
As he finished up at the last house in the neighborhood, Hannibal looked at his list of residents.
"Thank you Mr Lector! John and I will definitely check it out! He's been telling me that I need to cook more," the client said. He was Jimmy Price, the doctor of the town. He used to work with Hannibal when he was still a surgeon, but Hannibal had quit his job because he couldn't handle the amount of death that surrounded the hospital.
"I'm glad that you're interested. Would you mind telling me, it says here that I have one more stop. A Mr Beau Graham?" Hannibal asked as he looked up. Jimmy tensed.
"Well... Graham lives up on the hill. No one has seen him in years. We try to avoid that place," Jimmy pointed to a dark hill on which sat a mansion that looked magnificent. "I don't suggest going up there."
Hannibal thought about this. "Well, if someone does live up there, they deserve to hear about this product just as much as anyone else in the town. See you later Jimmy, I hope you'll come to dinner sometime." He said before he tipped his hat and headed towards the mansion. As he got closer he saw that he house was surrounded by a large black gate that was open in the front. The court yard was beautiful! It was decorated with shrubbery statues that were cut to look like different dog breeds. Hannibal couldn't help but wonder how someone could have such skill. The shrubs were so precise and perfect. Why would anyone be afraid to meet a person with a hobby of cutting shrubbery?
Hannibal walked up the large concrete steps and knocked on the giant wooden door. No one answered, but the doors swung open with a groan. Looking around, Hannibal entered the large home and called out. "Hello? Is anyone home? I'm from Crawford kitchen supplies. I was wondering if you might want to see our new product!" Hannibal said cheerfully. The house was filled with what looked like medical supplies and stuff that a mechanic might have in their garage. He noticed a staircase made of old wood and climbed them to see where they went. Hannibal wasn't one for snooping around. He found it rude. But he was curious what was so bad about this house. As he got to the second floor he noticed another set of medical bags and a pack of screwdrivers. There were strange machines on the ceiling, and that made Hannibal worry a bit. He found another, smaller, staircase and his curiosity grew. He found himself in the roof. There were holes in the ceiling and it was extremely dark, to the point where Hannibal couldn't see into the back corner. There was a small bed with a bathtub next to it, but the tub looked like it hadn't been used in years. It was dreadfully cold.
"H-hello?" Hannibal said sheepishly. He heard someone moving in the dark corner. The figure stepped forward a bit. Hannibal still couldn't see their face, but he saw them holding something. Lots of somethings. Blades. At least ten blades. Hannibal felt the color drain from his face. Ah, now I see, he thought. "I'm terribly sorry, I can see that you are very busy. I'll just be going now--" Hannibal began, backing up towards the small staircase.
"Wait... Don't leave," came a voice, small and sad. The person stepped into the light and Hannibal saw him. A man with dark, curly hair that needed to be combed. He wore strange clothes that were made of a black leather. His skin was pale, almost white, and his face was covered in little scars. Hannibal paused to look at the man. His eyes were a sad, crystal blue.
"Alright, just don't come any closer. And I would appreciate it if you would drop those blades," Hannibal said. The man just stood there. "Preferably right now..." He took a better look when the man still did nothing, and what he realized horrified him.
"Are... Are those your hands?" Hannibal asked softly. The man nodded.
"I'm not finished," he replied sadly.
"Where is your family? You mother? Father?" Hannibal asked as he stepped closer, slowly.
"He didn't wake up..." The man said, his eyes dropping to the floor.
"Oh my... So, you're alone up here? All by yourself? That's awful," Hannibal stepped closer again. He got a better look at the man's face. "What happened to you?"
The man raised his blades-- hands, and Hannibal understood. "He said he was going to finish me, but then he went to sleep. I tried to wake him but he wouldn't wake up. I don't mean to hurt myself. But I'm not finished."
Hannibal sighed. "I see. Well I think I have something in my home that could help. Help prevent infection? Would you like to come home with me?" The man hesitated. Then he nodded. Hannibal smiled.
Currently on the last episode of season 2 of TMA (holy shit it has been an emotional roller-coaster 😭🥲) and I was scrolling on Pinterest and found a reference pose that felt perfect for JonMartin. I don't usually post my art because I don't like being judged, so please be nice.
I had a really hard time editing Martin's body because ive never drawn anyone with his body type before.
Like I said, I found the reference on pintrist(because I SUCK at drawing bodies) because I have ✨️no moneyyyyy✨️. Not too sure what I was supposed to do for the background so I just kinda.... *random hand gestures*
I used ibisPaintX (no judgey 😗) because its the only thing i know how to use when it comes to art.
Is it just me, or is it normal to think you don't need therapy? Everyone keeps telling me I need it but I don't think I do. I have anxiety but it doesn't effect my ability to live my life. Should I get a therapist even if I don't think I need one? Im afraid that they're just gonna patronize me. Ive heard friends and family talk about really bad therapists and I don't want a bad one. And then there's the money. I only have a part-time job, and I only work when my boss needs me, and ive only gotten paid once because I've only worked like two weeks. Im going to a concert soon and im paying halfsies with the person im going with. But I was told that I should make a decision: pay for a therapist or help pay for the concert(food, transportation, etc). What should I do? Im definitely going to the concert because ive worked my ass off the past year and this is something that ive really been looking forward to. But if everyone is telling me I need to be talked to, then should I do it? Im just conflicted. Anyone have any advice?
