What a guy

Doctor Who. Red Dwarf. He/They. Adult

[notthetraveler]

God's most oblivious soldiers

[someguyonthenet1494]

God only saves his most obvious battles for his most oblivious soldiers

[profiad]

Catch me I'm falling

prints available

[sometiktoksarevalid]

[taraljc]

o fuck there's two of them now did they grow this one in a lab from a cutting?

[lethalbutterfly]

Obviously he made him out of chocolate. C'mon now.

[foopsie-daisy]

Game of the year

[dunmertitty]

i get that’s it’s not always obvious when i’m on my lunch but you’d think people would notice not to bother me when i’m hunched over eating a vegetarian burger like that bitch eating his son

hold on what is this gif

[notthetraveler]

SOMEONE JUST SHARED K9 MEGABYTES WITH ME HOLY SHIT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT FOR YEARS

[notthetraveler]

AND THE ESSENTIAL BOOK OF K9 TOO???

[notthetraveler]

SOMEONE JUST SHARED K9 MEGABYTES WITH ME HOLY SHIT I'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR IT FOR YEARS

[thatdoodlebug]

that bitchy fake smile he pulls is legendary

[ronan-comet]

Rimmer is the sort of guy that if he had a sticker book or similar he'd overthink it and never use a single one

Lister on the other hand, would put stickers everywhere without a second thought

[paperprinc3]

Technically Red Dwarf is a work place comedy and I love that

[radish-vendetta]

some of y’all need to see this panel

[radish-vendetta]

[penny-anna]

Ian Chesterton, enthusiastically telling the story of that time he had to stop the Doctor from bashing an injured man's brains out with a rock, bcos he's like 97 with almost no verbal filter:

Everyone else at the companion support group:

[penny-anna]

#every time he tells it the rock gets slightly bigger and the dr slightly more close to actually doing it

[pluralzalpha]

One day the Doctor turns up, rock in hand, demands he stops telling the story, and leaves.

Ian, who knows nothing of regeneration: "Who tf was that?"

[notahorseindisguise]

if you live in {Not USA} and you make a tumblr post even slightly referencing what time it is where you live you will literally always have to deal with the "lucky 10 thousand" who dont fucking know what a time zone is

[notahorseindisguise]

[crabussy]

some people live places where summer autumn winter and spring do not exist like they do in the northern and southern hemispheres. which is why those tags say "not northern hemisphere". to include people who live on the equator. welcome to the lucky 10 thousand!

[crabussy]

hi hi! I understand your scepticism, but I lived Here for half a decade:

and nnno we don't call it "winter" when it's december even though we're TECHNICALLY in the northern hemisphere. because it is 35+ degrees during december and 35+ degrees during july and 35+ degrees every other time of the year as well. so it doesn't really make sense to reference the typical northern/southern seasons when you live right on the equator!

we DO reference seasons as a CONCEPT but it wasn't summer/autumn/winter/spring. it was wet season/dry season. that's it.

[calware]

imagine me with several though bubbles over my head that say "i should draw fanart" "i should design another website" "i should code something fun and interactive" "i should write fanfic" "i should practice animation" "i should make diy merch" "i should add on to my design portfolio" "i should work on my animatic" "i should draw fanart" "i should d-

[calware]

almost 300 notes in an hour... so we're all feeling this one huh

[innerchildabortionclinic]

it appears the hitler youth of social media have discovered aphantasia (the inability to visualize mental imagery) and their vibes-based understanding of everything has lead them to (falsely) believe aphantasia is a sign of lower intelligence. you really have to wonder what it's like to be such a loser you spend your life searching for Superior Traits you can identify with.

[mintyimperiatrix]

i hate to report that the rumours are right and going outside does in fact make you feel better

[inkskinned]

you know what? fuck it, man. the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things. at this point i’m saying who gives a shit. wear that victorian dress you don’t have an excuse for. dress up like a witch, pointed hat and all. who cares anymore. why worry about it when there’s bigger stuff to worry on. i’m saying. yeah, this lipstick is too dark, wanna share? i’m saying go talk to her, tell her that you like her hair. i’m saying she’s out of my league but i’m still swinging, i’m saying yeah i’m in a ballgown and it’s a pta meeting. what about it. eat the extra brownie, tell her your feelings. i’m saying if nothing matters than we might as well give nothing meaning.

[inkskinned]

#i’m saying if existence is a void at least i’m going down screaming.

it’s been 9 years since i wrote this. i was experiencing 24/7 anxiety so badly that i needed serious medication. these days in the back of my car is an “emergency party box.” when people admit they no longer really celebrate their birthday; i tell them to put the sash on and queue up kesha, we’re going bowling or something. these days i can’t spin around without finding something i am enamored with. these days i list 3 things i’m grateful for before i fall asleep. you’re probably one of them, just by virtue of you existing.

at the time i wrote this, i was suffering through a severe panic attack literally every night. i tortured my brother with constant 2 AM calls just to hear someone else breathing, because i couldn’t be alone in the silence.

i rarely wish i was still 23 even though ironically i had more hope back then. what i can tell you is this: i love the same way, but bigger now. i’ve worn the velvet cape to several business meetings. i spent thursday in a crop top without caring what my stomach looked like.

i told her i like her; i often dress as a witch. i still got glass in my foot this morning. i’ve kissed maybe a thousand people since then and met a million more than that; passing like the shadow of a hammerhead in trains and planes and buses.

i saw you, beloved, there, maybe, on platform in south station. you didn’t speak, but you said: i struggle to give the nothing meaning. the nothing fills up everything. it is just loud and yellowed panicked silence. i can’t stop shaking.

on the roof, birds curl together against the chilled spring wind. the sky outside of the craft store was an iridescent pink. the nothing already had meaning; you are giving it meaning by witnessing.

the act of living, beloved: it’s just decoding how to translate it.