#and they either harass users who still like the show or try to fish for compliments over menial and often stupid bs

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Ok so I'm beyond tired of this, like we get it, some salters don't like the show but you don't have to constantly bash people who still like the show or the characters

But here's this thing, most of the time when you have to bash ppl over a show they like which is beyond stupidity and whenever they defend their point you have to stoop to other levels? Headassery. And the fact that you have to call people who like it bootlickers and the like or worse like they don't almost always be constantly bigoted at times in several different ways in salt and when ppl call them out, they have lackluster ways for defending themselves like the argument doesn't hold up, it's still bad. You can try to get one person of that minority to speak for you but here's the thing, they don't speak for the whole community.

And the fact that most salters have to constantly say that we d**throat the show like they don't constantly have to make up reasons to shit on the show or pick and choose from ppl who prop up their stupidity/bigotry/etc. Like my guys, at this point salt isn't even criticism, it's bashing that's full of stereotypes and when people call them out on it it's bad, but it's apparently ok to if you're a salter. Bashing people who like the show and it's characters is stupid bc it's trying, especially for it's intended target audience. It has a specific niche that some people like and if it doesn't fullfil your wants that's fine! But you don't have to go out of your way to talk bs about it or the people who like it still bc it fills their niches is stupid because they like a show and that's okay. But here's the thing. There's a solution to y'all's problem, you can just leave and not consume content related to the show bc then it'll live rent free in your heads bc all these people spew is salt related to consumers or the show but they don't, they still stay here and constantly be rude to others.

[prixmiumcontent]

Doctor Who Introduction Post

Hello #Doctor Who! My “name” is Prix, and I am about to embark on a re-watch of Doctor Who during which I will be writing reviews and other such commentary on this new meta blog. Please see the links and pages around the blog for more information if you are interested. Before I get started, I wanted to take a few moments to articulate why I am writing about Doctor Who, how I feel about it, and why I decided to start with it here even though I plan to write about it and many other fandoms.

The Present

At the time of writing this, I am 27 years old. I am a school teacher, but I am currently without a full-time position. Given that I have a little bit of time on my hands, I really wanted to work on my sustained writing-for-pleasure skills, and this blog seemed like a good way to do it. I have a personal blog, which I will follow from if I follow you back, but this is a fresh start for a more disciplined approach to running an actual-blog rather than a big mess of blogging, reblogging, and flailing. Doctor Who continues to be one of those things that always draws me back in. However, over the past couple of years, I have not been quite as on top of it as I once was. Letting go of Clara Oswald has proved to be very difficult for me, so while I like Bill - and the other companions I have seen - I have not seen all of S10. As a result, I haven’t even started on S11. However, I hope to very soon! While I am embarking on a full re-watch of Doctor Who (2005), I won’t necessarily prevent myself from catching up on everything I’m missing before I finish this up.

The Past

I was an avid internet user from the time I was about twelve years old. I was home-schooled for a time, and so much of my interaction with the outside world came through meeting people to talk to through AIM (may she rest in peace.) One of those people that I befriended (and have since unbefriended) was a young man five years my senior with a lot of chronic health problems. Given our mutual circumstances, for the good years of our relationship, we were able to find time to talk to each other despite a five-hour time difference. He lived in England, and I was so young that the concept of world geography was something well beyond my grasp as an American. Nevertheless, I had an adolescence very colored by a sort of cultural exchange with this friend of mine whom I much respected and wanted to please. I dimly remember his first mentions of Doctor Who being revived and his confusing explanations of what it was registering as a simple footnote in our conversations. It was something he watched on Saturdays. For a while, that was that.

Fast forward to the end of 2006. Due to various circumstances including my grandmother’s having a stroke and my parents’ mutual concern that as math and science courses became more difficult that a home-schooling curriculum wouldn’t cut it from them, I returned to public school. I was fifteen, and I was tagging along behind my peers who had been new students to high school the previous year. This new-to-everything, fish-out-of-water experience left me vulnerable to a certain individual whom I wish I had never met but who has shaped much of who I am today. I was in a relationship with him for a couple of months, during which I was emotionally abused and coerced in ways that I won’t go into detail about. The only part that is relevant is that this relationship really shook my ability to trust in people to the core. I was a different person from August to December and one who felt hollowed-out at that.

It was a relief to finally be on Winter Break, if only to get away from the presence of my then-ex who continued to follow and harass me while I was at school. However, the experiences of the past couple of months had taken the joy out of most of what I had been doing. I had been loosely into online fandom since about 2003, but I had never really learned the tools of the trade, and it was just a matter of happening upon people with similar interests through word-of-mouth and a few fanfiction.net-made contacts. I was still talking to my English friend online when I could.

Then, one day, I was feeling very depressed and lethargic. I took a break from vacuuming the house, and I turned on the television. I dully watched the scrolling TV Guide Channel, and I noticed that the SciFi Channel (it wasn’t SyFy at this point) was running a marathon of Doctor Who. Curiously, I changed the channel.

I watched “The Idiot’s Lantern,” an episode from Series 2, with no context whatsoever. I was confused and mildly intrigued. More than anything, I wanted to tell my English friend that I had finally seen an episode. He did his best to explain the show to me a bit better, and later that day I found myself tempted to tune back in.

In the days that intervened between that day and Christmas Day, the channel played at least several hours of Doctor Who episodes per day. They were marathoning Series 2, and on Christmas Day itself, they were going to play “The Christmas Invasion” - the Christmas Special spanning the gap between Series 1 and Series 2. I was supposed to go to my grandmother’s, but I made  a point to note what times they were showing it. I was invested already, and soon I had seen “Doomsday” and knew that my heart was going to break no matter what but that I wanted to know more and more about this show.

I remember going to my room after returning from my grandmother’s that day. I know that I had been showing signs of my depression and lethargy, and while my parents didn’t know the full extent of the damage my brief foray into trying to be “in a relationship” as a high school student had gone, they were most certainly concerned about me.

My mom and dad were in the living room visiting with someone - it was Christmas - and I remember feeling a sudden rush of energy and resolve come over me that I had not felt in a long time. My relationship with fandom may not be the healthiest that has ever been, but I don’t think that it is a bad thing either. I have always been one to fixate, to have maladaptive daydreams about those things I love, and to feel a rush of endorphins when I find something new to add to my collection of beloved stories. I fall in love with my fandoms, and they’re my friends.

That hadn’t been true for months at that point, though, and Doctor Who breathed new life into my teenage bones when I was - justified or not - dangling by a thread. The particular scene that burned itself into my consciousness was Ten’s speech to the Sycorax - “It is defended.” I’m not even sure why, but it kind of gave me a little bit of a kick in the butt to get back up, to try, and to feel something again.

I often tell people that Doctor Who saved my life, and that’s how. It gave me a friend when I felt like I had none. It gave me energy, purpose, and a reminder that even when things are difficult and it feels like there is no reward for the things one tries to do because they feel like the right thing, there still is a point to it. I consumed Series 2 in order as quickly as I could; I was a poor teenager and wanted to make sure that I got the series i had fallen in love with before deciding on more. Then, I manage to get Series 1 and watched them back to back. At the time, it was nowhere near as popular in the US as it became later, so I paid $60-70 per season at the time. I never did get past Series 2 on DVD as a result. Maybe one day I’ll buy a huge boxed set, but for now I make do with streaming on Amazon Prime for the most part.

I hope that this personal glimpse into my past will give you some kind of connection to me as a writer and that you will understand how much Doctor Who means to me as a show.

The Future

I plan to watch an episode or two most days for the foreseeable future and to write a post and create at least one edit per episode that I watch. I hope to queue them after the first couple so I can have a consistently active blog. Please feel free to interact with me! I follow back from my personal blog (currently polyroci), but I am very interested in interacting with people about this and other fandoms that are dear to my heart.

[iamauroracole]

"S̕h̀ado͠w̨ ḱi͟ng͟ of͘ ́king̵doms ưn͘k͞nown͟.̵ ̡I͟ saw ̶yòu̡r̕ c̵r̸o̧wn ̵o̷nce be͟fo͜re͞ ͏a̡n̷d͟ curi͝óuş ̴I ҉rem͝ai̕n. " The voice came out of nowhere, a hiss and a whisper contorted into one. It waited in the shadows, the very place where Aurora made his home and yet it did not attack. Twin violet fires hovered in the distance, the unmistakable scent of roses suddenly overwhelmed the area. Alone he would be for the raven creature to manifest, a secret kept between two ghosts.

Music inspiration You’re always welcome here

The inner workings of his pandaren home was mixed with Arcanic magics and shadow created by Ilyea and Aurora… After the users attacked, Both Aurora and Ilyea made sure that their small hamlet would be protected from any shadows or void that might set their eyes upon their home… The pandarian people started to accept the Cole family as their own in the fishing village, They helped around the town just as much as any. Ophie, Held three cats that would harass the fish market, Ophie herself played with the children, finally receiving her childhood, an Aurora and Ilyea had their peace of mind.

With worry in the air of a child on the way, it wasn’t odd that aurora would take extra precaution around their place of living. After a few treasure hunts the man had quickly saved up enough gold to hire on a few new shadows to walk the grounds making sure that everything and everyone was alright. The two story flat held one bed a shower that was never used, besides a sleeping area for the cats, a kitchen, a living room and more. Aurora had always wanted a place like this. Ilyea’s constant humming and smiles showed her happiness of their location and Ophies constant giggling would echo in the air creating serenity for their husband and father.

The day was quiet and Ophie was in Erudition, Ilyea on another dangerous artifact hunt, and Aurora made his way back home to prepare for a long mission… He stepped through the sandy beach, making it to the long flight of stairs. Each foot tapping across the gains of wood as he made his way towards the entrance of their abode. Aurora paused at the top of the staircase and turned. The recently rebuilt structures seemed nice… As if a slaughter had never occured, It helped wash the stains of blood from his memory. Pursing his lips he turned to his door and took a step forward.. Lightly pressing his hand upon the wooden entrance he paused for a long moment.. Feeling…

It was a feeling had had felt before, but couldn’t quite put his thumb upon the sense.. Either or something had invaded his home once more… The irritation of things attacking him and his family rose up his spine and burnt deep within his soul… Aurora slowly unslide his dagger from his sheath and pushed the door open allowing his presence to be know with a creek of the door. Aurora’s form stood within the frame of the door as a shadow.. His eyes burning purple, not the trademark color of a Sin’dorei…

He stepped through looking around. A soft breeze pushed through an open window and out the door, His hair waved softly in front of his face tickling his skin and taking from his concentration… Reaching up with a free hand the man brushed his strands of hair from his face and tucked them behind his ear. Aurora could still hear the waves sloshing against the beech as he reached over closing the door behind him. *Click..* the door snapped shut softly.

“ Come out.. “ Aurora murmured.. Not in the mood for unwanted visitors… He took another step, his senses igniting like Fel fire.. He couldn’t see anything that was out of the norm… Aurora sighed softly lowering his guard and smiling… “ Perhaps a new ward by, Ilyea… “ He laughed softly.. “ The woman always knew how to care for her family.. “ He shook his head pausing for a long moment.. Something tugging at his very soul.

The rogue narrowed his eyes, concentrating deeply upon the shadows of his house, pulling them towards him and peering deep into the darkness of his home… That’s where he seen it.. The shadows dance in front of the man, twisting, leaping, sliding their way effortlessly through the air.. Aurora growled.. But his attention pulled as the manifestation spoke.. Aurora knew that sound.. He knew that scent… Was it him.. The rogue lowered his dagger and watched silently… Shaking his head.. “ There are very few people welcomed to this place… “ He sighed softly, lowering his head.. “ You’re one of them.. “ He spoke to the wind.. He didn’t know for sure the situation, nor did he know for a fact would it be Theron…Or Rose…? But he could not deny his senses, nor could he deny his heart… Aurora’s eyes flickered in the darkness like fire, he removed his sight from the shadows and responded.. “ You and I both remain curious… As you have such a grip on who you are, I am still trying to find who I am…” The rogue sighed, lowering his head continuing “  My foundation is my family… My heart the fortitude in which I base my ethics,  my daggers to protect the ones I love. And my wife to guide me through the darkness“ Aurora spoke of himself. “ Yet, the void that runs through my veins has no definition.. And it is in that, I struggle to find myself.. “ The rogue gripped his dagger and vanished within the shadows.

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[sorayahigashikata]

Chapter 95: "It's the end."