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HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETER CAPALDI 68 Years Old THE BEST ACTOR OF WORLD I WISH YOU MORE AND MORE DREAMS AND YEARS🎉🎂🥳🥂
I’m not Christian, I don’t go to church anymore, and my pastor died, but when he was alive I’d sometimes go to his sermons and I remember one time he said “it feels good to hate, but we know that it isn’t allowed, so when we’re told that we’re allowed to hate someone we get so excited that we forget we’re supposed to love”, and if my humble atheist ass might borrow some church talk I’d like to perhaps submit that
Holds casual Dr who fans by the shoulders. Hey did you know that the doctor isn’t a usually a good person with other people’s interests at heart? Did you know that? Did you know they do terrible things for that they believe to be the greater good all the time? That they aren’t a good person?????
“he is not the devil. he is not a god. he is not a goblin, or a phantom or a trickster. the Doctor is a living, breathing man” has always been such a double edged sword of a dw quote for me. the core sentiment resonates. i feel like it should also apply the other way. they are not a savior. they are not a saint. they’re not a righteous soldier nor an impartial mediator nor an unbiased judge. the doctor is a living, breathing person. not good nor bad, not right nor wrong. but we can learn from their story
Everybody, try laughing. Then whatever scares you will go away!
となりのトトロ — MY NEIGHBOR TOTORO 1988 | dir. Hayao Miyazaki
Twelve's hands in "Oxygen"
did anyone order matching breakup paintings?
@softest-punk ‘s amazing writing was the inspiration behind this, ( the text here is from the fic) !please go read their work it is divineee!
Hiya, could you pretty pretty please do a 12. and 33. prompt for the ineffable husbands? I keep thinking of Bentley just locking them in and
The events that follow generally overshadow this moment in Face the Raven, but I find it so compelling in itself: as soon as Me asks for the confession dial, Clara looks right at Twelve and doesn't take her eyes off him. After The Magician's Apprentice, Clara knows exactly how serious this has suddenly become for him, and her concern is all for him, even though she knows she still has a chronolock on her own neck.
At this point, the story is actually about Clara being terrified she's about to lose Twelve, although of course we know that all flips just a moment later.
From a queer elder…
Being queer isn’t supposed to be palatable to non-queers.
We don’t tick little squares on a checklist of “queer enough”, we obliterate the checklist.
We defy societal norms that say our bodies, families or relationships have to look a certain way.
Queer is the insult we took away from oppressors. We’re here, we’re queer, get used to it.
The people who hate us will hate us regardless of how palatable we make ourselves.
Stop licking fascist boots by policing queers who are queer in different ways than you.
Oh, someone is bi/pan trans lesbian with he/him pronouns? So what! They’re welcome on the rainbow. Their identity doesn’t have to make sense to you, it has to make sense to them.
Our identities don’t make sense to non-queers. They see us as unnatural and disgusting, so why are you turning around and crapping that same garbage out at your own community??
Once you drive the visible queers underground, the same people who hate us all will target you next. Nobody will defend you because you drove away everybody who would have.
Enough already!
— sincerely, an old queer.
Reblogging as another queer elder to boost this post.
idk who needs to hear this rn but suffering is not noble. take the tylenol
One time when I was younger I was refusing to take headache medicine and my mom said “the person who invented that medicine is probably so sad you won’t let them help you” and now every time I find myself denying medicine I just imagine the saddest scientist making those big wet eyes like “why won’t you let me help” and whoop then I take the medicine
A Vulcan named Stork works at the Terran adoption agency. Parents always request that he be the one to deliver their child to them.
It’s years before anyone explains it to him.
People keep gifting him robes with long white birds on them.
The fun thing is he would understand why people were getting him outfits with storks on them. That’s a word, it’s his name, straightforward. All the humans get him the same gag gift, but like, they’re putting effort in at least. This is a genuinely nice outfit. Stork will be a walking zero-effort pun sometimes, rather than waste a perfectly fine robe.
It’s fine. This is a readily comprehensible human illogic. Exactly the kind of thing he expected from moving to Earth.
Six years in he finds out about the stork bringing babies.
Stork has a good long meditation session about this myth, his name, his job, the outfits, the whole shebang (or whatever Vulcan concept is the equivalent).
And he decides he’s honored by it, in a humanly illogical way.
The humans are asking him to do what is after all his job, and specifically requesting him for the joy his name brings them on top of an already agreeable and satisfying task. He has no objection to engendering positive emotions in others. Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so happiness must logically slow it down.
Plus, Vulcans of his generation love puns. There were two decades of punning competitions in colleges across the planet. So when he realizes that he is a walking zero-effort pun, and that the humans also love the pun, he is all for it. He is the Joe Cool of the entire Vulcan population in his city.
And via this pun, the humans are including him in a cherished and traditional myth, by casting him as the literal bringer of life and the expander of families.
There’s no downside. Stork wears his robes, pins, keychains, and other bird-related tchotchkes with genuine pride.
YES IT’S BACK ON MY DASH AT LAST
For real though working together with some human social workers, a Vulcan would be an excellent caretaker for children in an adoption center.
Child has a meltdown? Imagine Stork, perfectly calm and unbothered, approaching the kid and saying “You appear quite upset, Eliza. If you would please allow me to relocate you to the ‘bean-bag-chair,’ we can discuss the source of your distress.”
A Vulcan educated in medicine and child psychology would be endlessly patient with a kid with behavioral issues. Stork wouldn’t get or upset or frustrated. After all, these are children with medical and psychological conditions. It would be illogical to blame the child or to not treat them with the appropriate care.
Even if the a little one was having a bad day or was just overtired, Stork wouldn’t get angry. He might even be a calming presence. Any new kids acting out would learn real quick that they’d have better luck trying to arm-wrestle a Klingon than get a rise out of Stork.
Not only that, Vulcans live much longer than humans. Imagine Stork looking virtually unchanged as decades pass. Kids he’d helped years ago would turn up fully grown, maybe there to adopt their own kids, and run into Stork, looking almost exactly as they remember him.
And he’d probably remember them too. “Welcome back, Eliza.”
“…Harm hastens the heat-death of the universe, Surak teaches, so logically happiness must slow it down…”
Will reblog every time it crosses my dash 🖖🏾
Imagine Vulcans dealing with ND kids, though.
Not “you’re playing with that wrong” but “a wonderfully logical thing to do, you’re developing vital skills for later in life.” and bringing them more complex things to sort/stack.
Agreeing that eye contact is not necessary for communication.
Teaching them research skills so they can learn more about their hyperfixations rather than telling them they have to develop more normal interests.
Looking at a kid’s sensory issues or what they struggle with doing and finding the logic in them and so finding ways to help that the humans just don’t think of. Ways to make life easier, avoid the unpleasant stuff, and so thrive rather than being made to suffer to appear normal.
Clara and Twelve are just like: Why are you like this (derogatory)? Why are you like this (affectionate)? I’m going to murder you. I would kill in your name. We are two unsocialized, feral cats hissing at each other. We are tethered, every version of me in every lifetime has found you and died for you. I can’t stand you. I’d go to hell if you asked. Shut up! I’d rather die than forget our conversations. You’re a needy, game-playing, egomaniac control freak. My love for you is so powerful, it lives on as a melody in the back of your mind. You’re the worst of me. You’re the best of me. We can’t see eye to eye. I would unravel time and burn the universe for you. You’re annoying. I would die every day for 4.5 billion years just for a chance to see you again.
I’ll be in the corner crying 😢
MOFFAT: River's not just his wife - she's his widow. somewhere in the terrible future, on a battlefield, the 45th Doctor dies in her arms and makes her the same promise she once made him - it's not over for you, you'll see me again. So River buries her husband and off she goes to have lots of adventures with his younger selves and confuse the hell out of them. Until, of course, she ends up in the data core of the library planet, and realises she'll never seem him again. And then she starts to wonder why anyone would call a moon "Doctor". Ah... Yeah, some version of that could still work. The Doctor worrying that she'll get lonely in the library, and popping his dying mind inside a moon. God, look at those words. I actually typed those words.
RTD: I've never forgotten that Doctor Moon thing, it's so clever. Every time i watch that story, I think, it's him, it's The Doctor, and no one knows.
DWM #551
“Sometimes people don’t want to hear the truth because they don’t want their illusions destroyed.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
“There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.”
— Unknown
Youngling Grogu rescued by Jedi Master Kelleran Beq THE MANDALORIAN Chapter 20: The Foundling