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HUGS KJELL
sÄ mycket arbete, sÄ lite tid. Jag kÀnner mig hemsk för att bara inte vara hÀr men det verkliga livet kommer först. Jag hade coronavirus nyligen ocksÄ och jag kÀnner fortfarande effekterna
surprise~!
apologies for the disappearance - this year has been crazy and I really havenât had time to do much. If youâd want to send things in, go ahead but I really donât have the energy for full threads atm
Hej! Sorry for disappearing. My PCâS charging port bit the dust, so I'm currently renting one to use for my studies. I'll be back as soon as I fix it
Happy Birthday, William Hartnell! (January 8, 1908 - April 23, 1975)
âIt may seem like hindsight now, but I just knew that Doctor Who was going to be an enormous success. Donât ask me how. Not everybody thought as I did. I was universally scoffed at for my initial faith in the series, but I believed in it. It was magical. â
âWilliam Hartnell
Heâs like fire and ice and rage. Heâs like the night, and the storm in the heart of the sun. Heâs ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe. And⊠heâs wonderful.
Doctor Who + LGBT+
PSA FOR YOU â„ YES YOU. THE ONE READING THIS.
One thing Iâve noticed that I want to address, is the way people feel so guilty and feel the need to apologize for being slow at getting to replies or not getting to them at all. And, trust me, Iâve been there (and still catch myself there tbh, i just had this realization a few moments ago and had to share lmao); people feel obligated to others, rather than prioritizing their own well-being. As though weâre somehow responsible for the well-being of everyone else. I see it so much! â„ And I totally sympathize and understand. But I just want you to know, from what Iâve observed, the vast majority of us feel so obligated to others, and yet most of us (at least the people who respect others free time oh dang yep iâm throwinâ shade) couldnât care less about others dropping threads, or having a billion drafts, or getting distracted with other things!
We put so much pressure on ourselves for not being machines that can keep up with everything 24/7âwhich, I mean, would be pretty amazing lmaaaaoâbut the point is itâs okay to get distracted, and be disorganized, and jump from one idea and plot and thread to the next! Itâs okay! â„ We donât have to put so much pressure on ourselves! To the point that we torture ourselves with obligation and guilt and forget to check in on our own energy levels. Because I can almost guarantee that most people are too worried about their own feelings of obligation, than the thing weâre stressing ourselves over!
I see people apologizing for caring for themselves, and taking breaks when they need it, and not being âfast enoughâ, and so many other things that the people who truly respect our health and happiness and free time probably arenât even thinking about. So, if that fits your description, and you still struggle with putting way too much pressure on your own shoulders, and you feel as though you have to care for everyone else before you care for yourself, then this post is for you â„ And ngl for myself as well, bc I often find myself feeling obligated and responsible for others, even when Iâm drained of energy too lolol.
But here it isânot that you even need itâbut in case you feel that you do:
You have permission to slack off â„ You have permission to take breaks! You have permission to drop threads without warning, or to have a billion drafts pile up! You have permission to take care of yourself first, and to be as disorganized and cluttered and lazy as you want! You have permission to be human! And more importantlyâyou have permission to be yourself! â„ Your friends and everyone else who truly loves you and respects you wouldnât want it any other way! You donât have to feel guilty or obligated for respecting your own energy and needs and if someone tries to make you feel that way, thatâs a huge red flag for me tbh ℠But yes! Please have fun! Please be yourself! Please listen to your own emotions! Because your true friends will always stick by youânot for your writing or your organizational skills or your superhuman ability to have 0 drafts at all timesâbut for who you are as a person â„
send me đ if your muse would bang mine
đ Iâm happy to have met you. đ Your character portrayal is amazing.
This is for you!
Me seeing all these Doctor Who muses that are following me
Munday Interactions
đ Iâm happy to have met you.
đŁ Iâm a little nervous to interact with you.
đ I donât RP, but I follow you because of your interesting threads.
đ Can we roleplay together?
đ Youâre doing great! Keep it up!
đ Your character portrayal is amazing.
đ I think your portrayal could be worked on a little more.
đ Do our muses have the potential to become romantic interests?
đ Your thoughts on our threads?
đ§ I donât know what our muses can do in a thread together. Ideas?
đ I would like to improve our musesâ relationship.
đŁ Care to talk outside of our threads? (discord/skype/twitter/etc)
â Could we have more threads?
âș I love our musesâ relationship!
⣠Can our muses become better friends/lovers/rivals/enemies?Â
The Holidays are exhausting
an-ordinary-roachâ:
Bor was slightly curious when he paused at that moment, thinking that Stanley would ask them to help with something. Maybe it was one of those times the brain just makes a human forget what theyâre doing. Heck that even happens to them too, the demon couldnât help but laugh at the thought of it happening to their friend.
WOOSH! Bor swooped themselves over to the table and made their butt at home with the seat that was left for them!  âDo ya take milk ând icecream with ya cake? I can poof em up for ya?~â
âThat is an excellent idea! Please, poof up whatever youâd like.â
This whole private party thing was the most exciting event in Stanâs life at the moment. Everything else seemed like more of the same.
He sat at the table across from his demon friend, plating some of the cake for the both of them.
wrongarmofthelawâ:
âYes, I think we put into a storage area. Some of the doctors were surprised by how old it was and the general construction. Itâs being kept for study, so once we can get you proper authorization, you can go and see it.â
âStudy? Itâs not a toy. All they âave tâ do is ask the man who created it, and Iâm right here.â
He was a trite offended by the fact that his hard work had been treated like a learning tool. That wasnât his original intention for the device at all, and he was hoping to recover it somehow.
baptizedbyfiresâ:
â I suppose not being completely alone for the night will do me some good for once.â He nodded, it was rare to see kindness anymore but the appearance of a glimmer of humility gave James a strange kind of hope that heâd believed was long gone.
â So ,what brought you here on such a god awful evening ?â He motioned to the not-so-pleasant sound of rain that had become background noise to the bars festivities.
âItâs the only time I can go out.â
The admission was incredibly soft. Stanley hated sunny days. They reminded him too much of the happiness he could never keep ahold of, but places like this always seemed to ignore whatever awful things were going on outside of its doors.
âwhatâre you drinking there? I can get you more.â
wrongarmofthelawâ:
Michael didnât comment on the first statement, but nodded about the manâs need to make a living. âThatâs true. Everybodyâs gotta make a living.â His attention turned to Stanleyâs invasive question. âThatâs confidential. Iâve still got to respect their privacy to remain professional and for their familyâs sake.â
âOh, I see...â
By Michaelâs reaction Stan figured his question had at least a little bit of truth to it. His body language seemed to shift ever so slightly even though the question was ignored at first.
âI wouldnât mind helpinâ you, if you need it.â
Of course, Stanley Wilson never offered anybody anything without personal gain.