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ouidamforeman · 5 years ago

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I have Timeless Children thoughts and you all have to listen to them

Ok honestly I can’t stop laughing???? I mean I have no idea how to judge the actual quality of the episode but I sure had a blast watching it. I think I can conclude that a lot of it was stupid and useless but I’m really enjoying myself and the lore is sending me. Disorganized thoughts below:

-Ok so I did not expect the Timeless Child to literally just be the Other and I cannot identify any emotion I’m feeling about it other than like. Maniacal laughter

-shut up Chibnall what are you doing man. He said he hadn’t read Lungbarrow right????? who gave him a copy

-everything about the Child and the Division???? Is literally the Other founding the CIA?????? I almost had an aneurysm watching this

-I’m serious I Cannot Believe that everyone joking that the Timeless Child is the Other was actually literally right I can’t breathe this is hilarious

-The Morbius Doctors are incarnations of the Other and I’ve been vindicated

-you guys this. This doesn’t change anything about previous lore at all really and I’m losing it. This is all just rehashed Other lore and I can’t believe I’m actually seeing this on tv in 2020

-the Other is on tv!!!!!!!!! The Other being a mysterious being from another universe is on tv!!!!!!!!!!!!! The Other becoming the Doctor is on tv!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

-Infinite Doctors!!!!!! Very high quality Vibes

-I’m feeling the Unnatural History energy in this Chili’s tonight. Especially the Doctor basically affirming to the Master that part of their identity is not making sense.

-I KNEW the Ireland flashback people were Time Lords and not only that they’re basically CIA agents I’m so happy

-somehow this all reminded me of the idea that the more the Doctor/Time Lords interact with the present the more origins they retroactively develop. Again see Unnatural History.

-so one story behind regeneration that I’ve liked for quite a while is that Rassilon was messing with Great Vampire DNA, and Great Vampires originally came from a hole the Gallifreyans punched in the universe????? Is the Other/Timeless Child a Great Vampire????? Is the Doctor a reincarnated Great Vampire???????? Is the Doctor a Yssgaroth?????????? I’m crying.

-there’s another bit of obscure pre-existing lore that says the Other was one of the Great Old Ones who came through from the previous universe,,,,,,👀👀👀👀👀

-The above points are just two of many options but all of this is Very Good Old LoreTM. However I’m baffled because it’s all rehashed old stuff under new names????? Like Chibnall you’re valid but Why do it Like This

-in addition to everything I’ve already mentioned, SOMETHING about this episode reminded me of the Gallifrey audios plot with Trey and the Matrix Gallifrey and everyone being asleep and it’s making me feel so weird

-The Cyberium has Validium vibes

-Doctor/Master dynamic Very Good

-I love this Master and I hope he comes back :((( I think the Cyberium will save him from being destroyed with all the organic life tho

-I really really think and hope that Ruth is a season 6b Doctor who was erased from the Doctor’s memory by the CIA Division or something. Please Chibnall don’t blow this for me.

-as delighted as I am to see all this old lore on tv, it’s soured a noticeable degree by the fact that literally almost all of this is nothing new and how utterly sick I am of Gallifrey being repeatedly decimated. It’d be infinitely more interesting to see its society rebuild instead of the show repeatedly writing itself into a corner and leaning on the last of the Time Lords crutch, and one of my biggest DW pet peeves is “so the tv show is finally doing this idea but the eu did it better first,” so

-I’m 900% sure Cyber Time Lords were in a comic with looms in it a few years ago. Supremacy of the Cybermen right. When will original Gallifrey content return from the war.

#dr who shut the fuck up challenge #dw spoilers #doctor who #the timeless children

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frankchurchillsaysrelax · 6 years ago

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guys....g u y s.....we were fed well last night.

i’m still trying to unpack all of it and you will probably see many random little things from me over the next week as i continue to process. but for now i’m going to organize my thoughts by ships because, i mean come on. you guys know me. you know what i’m about.

under the cut because oh boy did this get long!

max and liz: what should have been

first of all can we all agree that both nathan and jeanine were on fire last night?? as both their young and old selves they just completely blew me away. little baby max was just so happy and hopeful! he wanted to be a writer! he wanted to write a story that people could disappear into and instead he was forced to disappear into the story of his own making. oooh that’s right i’m getting deep up in this chili’s tonight. and jeanine...wow. her performance in the present day scenes was powerful and reminded why i love her so much as an actress. and i said this in one of my live posts last night but she truly is flawless. they really didn’t have to do anything to her except hair and wardrobe to age her down. after all the weeks of speculation on what they were really like in high school it was beautiful to watch their scenes together. there was really something there between them even if for just a brief moment. it wasn’t just max pining for her or her being curious about him. they were ready to go all in with each other and there were genuine and deep feelings from both of them which just makes what happened even more excruciating. i understand now though how max can say he has been in love with her for the last ten years with such sincerity after watching those scenes. my question is though, and it’s a question i really love, how much is he truly in love with who she is now and how much is how in love he is with the memory of being in love with her. for max, liz represents the future he should have had. for him being in love with liz means being that boy who wanted to be a writer and travel the world and follow a girl around the country just so he didn’t have to say goodbye. that future was taken from him not only by what isobel did that night in the cave but also by what she did a week later by sending liz away without a goodbye. i truly believe that he does love her and that they can build a relationship eventually, but i also believe that he desperately wants to have lived that life and that she is a constant reminder of everything he gave up.

michael and alex: what could have been

my boys! by now, if you’ve seen my blog, you all know that i love them. my heart has latched on and it is never letting go. seeing their sweet little baby faces tonight and the way they have always looked at each other has just sealed my fate. oh my god, michael’s happy little baby face. i weep. ok so first things first i need to call out alex manes. you sir have a family cabin that is hardly ever used (proof being that kyle’s dad was able to have a little rehab room in the basement with no one the wiser) and yet you offer the shed behind your house that presumably your father enters more frequently. might this perhaps have been for selfish convenience...ahem? now, malex has had even more speculation over the last few weeks and i have been reading a lot of it. like a lot. but i have been vindicated! i have been saying that i didn’t think they had a relationship in high school and they didn’t, not really. they had a moment. and i don’t think that anything happened with them after that night either. michael was never the same after he took the blame. you can see him visibly shut himself off as he’s deciding to lie to isobel. i doubt that his first thought was to continue pursuing a relationship and even if it was i don’t think that alex was ready to jump into anything after what happened with his dad. whether he was scared or guilty or both i don’t see him letting anything like that happen again. like michael said at the drive in, he’s “just the guy looking for any excuse to walk away.” at the same time michael “is still so good at giving them to him.” alex may not have been fighting for them but i think michael was pushing him away even harder. at some point after that night alex told maria that he would stay if only michael would keep kissing him. he still wanted him, but michael wasn’t giving him any hope. so eventually alex gave in to his father and enlisted. clearly i could go on and on and probably write an essay. what i’m trying to say is that michael and alex only had that one moment, but it was a big moment with a lot of feeling and they were never given the opportunity to become something because of their own insecurities and trauma. in the course of one day they shared their first kiss, their first time, they were attacked by jesse fucking manes, and then michael discovered his sister had killed three people, took the blame for the murders, and covered them up. they never stood a chance back then. oh god and then there’s that photo of them with their guitars smiling which probably means they tried to keep up appearances and act “normal” and no no no i promise i will stop talking about them right now.

isobel and rosa: what was

suck it! i. was. right. i’m tempted to just leave it at that but surprise surprise i have things to say. it is so much more angst than i was expecting and i am living for it! i am all in. the fact that it wasn’t that her memories were taken away but that she never knew it was happening in the first place?? set me on fire it would hurt less. i don’t know what all is going on with isobel (i have theories but i’m usually wrong so i’m trying not to invest myself in them too much) but all i can imagine is in the coming weeks the gang tries to bring the memories from the blackouts back and she has to experience this intense maybe-more-than friendship for the first time while knowing exactly how it all ends. i really want to write a fic but after the fluke from last week my brain just doesn’t seem to be cooperating. i want to see more memories of their relationship and the different sides it brought out in both of them. was isobel always that flirty? was rosa interested? or was that just a progression as the blackouts became more desperate as isobel felt more and more left behind? i have so much i want to say about these two but i don’t know how to say any of it because i just have so many questions! so. many. i don’t want to be mad at isobel because i know whatever is happening isn’t her fault, but seeing what max and michael were like before rosa died, what their friendship was like, how independent the three of them were, how much they lived their own lives and had their own dreams, i am just heartbroken over what they gave up for her. i need to see more about these blackouts for their sake as well.

@celluloiddreams @roadlesswandered @courtopuertorican thank you guys for getting me into this show. i bet you’re probably regretting it right now though....

#i gave myself feelings #echo #malex #rosobel #roswell new mexico

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floralmarsupial · 7 years ago

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Can I just say that even though the Zodiac quiz was bad, reading the Time aspect column is one of the most validating canon things I’ve ever read concerning Dave Strider. Let’s review- “Their lives are often marked by struggle, not so much because fate has it in for them, but because they are fundamentally incapable of just accepting things as they come.” - Though this doesn’t apply to Dave’s upbringing I think this speaks perfectly about how Dave handles himself in the game. Instead of leaving the Welsh sword (which he is obviously not ready to take at that point) he breaks it off, symbolizing the emasculation his failure to accomplish the task set out before him, this being a continuous pattern of events within the game. “They value action over passive acceptance, even if that may not be the wisest or safest choice.” -It’s this line of thought that makes Dave think so highly of John (and once upon a time Bro) and fuels his inferiority complex within the game, his passive acceptance of things being only surface level as a means of deflection until he’s faced with killing himself and deals with the outcome of Bro’s death. “Don't try to tell a Time-bound to sit still and look pretty. They are very goal-focused, and tend to value the destination over the journey, and you won't find them making that journey in any traditional sort of way. “ -Dave’s actions within the game were probably the most focused on actually playing the game than any of the Betas, the thought process again stoking Dave’s complex as he continually fails to make real impact on the game and most of the important sequences of events are tasked and completed by John. This thought process also makes so much sense for a child to have being raised by someone like Bro, the need to measure up, to be a hero. “To quote cheesy posters found on many a guidance counselor's wall-"impossible is just a word" If you need a miracle, they are who you call. .” -This is Dave’s ultimate wish. To be relied on and looked up to. but in the end is not something he’d ever allow himself to think because at this point he’s proven it’s not true. “At their best, the Time-bound are empathetic and relentless problem-solvers. At their worst they are ruthless, defensive, and impulsive.” YES. YEEESSSSS!!!!!!!! Dave is without a doubt probably the most empathetic of all the Betas in his own right and has some serious moments of being rational. Those are also the traits that make his being paired off with Karkat so perfect, a voice of reason to Karkat’s disorganized sea of emotions, while also being understanding of a lot of his problems because hey, he also has those same problems they just manifest in more low key ways. Though it’s definitely talking about Damara when saying ruthless, Dave is a hundred percent defensive (he’s a defensive support after all) It’s like two months too late but I feel so vindicated in this chili’s tonight y’all GOTDAMN

#homestuck meta #Dave strider #hs meta #homestuck analysis

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thingswelostinthefiremp3 · 2 years ago

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"if this song sounds bitter, it's because it is and i am" im feeling vindicated in this chili's tonight

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god i remember the time i was looking at the genius page for 3 libras which reads to me like a really straightforward unrequited love song and the artist comments are talking about like gorillas and the nature of empathy and shit and im like. tailsgetstrolled.jpeg

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marilynnewbury-blog · 8 years ago

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My daughter, Julia Lotholz, posted an ode to Rachel Ray on social media.

She kindly agreed, with some reluctance, to let me share her writing on my website.

But first, let me tell you why my daughter's kitchen mentor was Rachel Ray - and not me, her mother.

Why I Did Not Teach My Daughter How to Cook

by Marilyn Newbury

My Mom, while alive, cooked, baked, preserved food, decorated cakes and experimented.

No recipe was too complicated and no kitchen task too formidable:

A piano-shaped cake for my sixteenth birthday - my most favourite, ever - complete with white and black keys

Baked Alaska, with several layers

Borscht Soup

Cinnamon Buns, her specialty, often started at 5:00 am

Cinnamon buns may have been the last thing she baked.

In her final season of life, with her body ridden with breast and liver cancer, she still baked and delivered cinnamon buns - to the new neighbours and to the doctor during three rounds of chemotherapy.

My mom, The Gourmet Cook, and my dad, The Shredded Wheat GuyWhen my mom was away, my dad was in charge of meals.The menu was fixed.

Shredded Wheat cereal, the go-to-meal or snack, any time of the day or night

Canned tomato soup

A can of pork and beans, if we were lucky

Possibly a piece of mom’s homemade bread

That is not to say my dad was not involved with the household. He parented us with loving firm discipline and was the primary taxi-driver to music lessons, often a weekly ninety minute commute each way. He took on side jobs to finance family camping trips, enlisting us as free labour to help build Westco grain elevators.

But most of all, I remember my Dad, with his larger than six-foot frame,down on his hands and knees washing the kitchen floor, often.

My parents made sure that we children also understood this principle of a common work ethic. We weeded the garden, snipped beans, shelled peas, and cleaned toilets, learning early that chores were as much a standard fare as the delicious meals my mom served daily.

I carried this expectation of shared household duties into my marriage and parenting. I created a rotation list of weekly jobs for our three children so they would learn how to clean - thoroughly.

(For years, until she had her own children, my daughter believed that the only reason I had kids was to have help with my housework. Now that she realizes how much work kids are, she recognizes that if a spotless house was the goal, remaining childless and using the extra disposable income towards a housecleaner would be a more direct route.)

My husband, however, did not share this communal view of household tasks. He had an excuse, a chronic joint disease, but even if he had been in perfect health, he likely would never have washed my kitchen floor on his hands and knees. His father had modeled a different lifestyle: while he provided for his family by fixing chain saws and making colourful fishing ties, the only way he ever graced the floor with his presence was to lie down on it to relax.

Eventually, I became overwhelmed with managing our home: three young children, part-time and full-time jobs, and all of the physical work to keep life running smoothly.

I decided that my husband could do more, rheumatoid arthritis notwithstanding.

Logic dictated that this more would be in the kitchen, given my questionable expertise in this area.

Growing up, I helped my mom by doing mountains of dishes and making an occasional recipe, but usually I was told me to go practise the piano instead. Maybe my mother wanted better for me, since she regretted her late start in music lessons, or perhaps she knew better than I that my passion would be found in music rather than in creative cooking. In any case, kitchen skills were not my forte.

My husband liked to cook, and his meals tasted better than mine. Besides, he even liked to test new combinations of recipe ingredients - sometimes.

I told him the ‘sometimes’ could become ‘always’. He resisted.The arguments in our Kitchen War flew fast and furious.

In desperation, I stopped preparing meals, resulting in his hostile takeover of the kitchen. After further non-negotiable discussions, and the added impetus of an empty fridge, my husband also agreed to do the grocery shopping.

Slowly, over time, my husband began to love his Kitchen Kingdom and his new role as the Family Chef.

He took his cooking to a new level when he regularly started concocting new dishes, including Dad’s Specialty, now a family goulash favourite. Meanwhile, I was ordered out of the kitchen if I so much as tried to butter a piece of toast. My children only vaguely remember me ever cooking or baking, and to this day, are surprised if I manage to make anything beyond canned tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.

I admit, culinary proficiency is not my talent. My children are indeed fortunate that I did not teach them how to cook.

My daughter, Julia, inherited her grandmother’s cooking genes. During her high school years - with assistance from Rachel Ray - she started venturing into Dad’s kitchen domain, trying different recipes with exotic ingredients. A new Kitchen War ensued – a father and daughter competition. The grocery budget escalated along with increased anticipation for the new diversified menu.

Today, all of our children and their spouses are fantastic cooks. At family gatherings, I am not allowed kitchen entrance, except to wash the dishes, and perhaps to semi-annually wash the floor on my hands and knees.

Julia's Hummingbird Cake made for Easter dessert

An elaborate charcuterie board Julia made with a friend

an ode to Rachael Ray

by daughter, Julia Lotholz

Rachael Ray taught me how to cook.

there are numerous stories of ill-fated cooking attempts from my childhood, from feeding my brothers Cheerios soaked in water, to a near 3rd degree burn from making KD (I was reading an Archie Comic while stirring boiling water), to burning a plastic bowl full of raw chinese noodles onto the stovetop. I was destined to be the girl that was a disaster in the kitchen.

when I was 17, I took a semester off high school to travel with a guatemalan kids choir, and the tour ended a month and a half before the next semester began. a high schooler without a drivers licence, I was pretty well stuck at home, going stir crazy. I started watching the Rachael Ray Show every day at 2pm out of boredom, and eventually got tired of watching people eat food I couldn't even smell.

so I started printing off the day's recipe after watching her make it on tv, walking to the grocery store for the ingredients, and then trying my hand. my parents are wonderfully affirmative and appreciative when they taste good food, and it didn't take long before the fun of setting a steaming dish in front of someone and watching their reaction became one of my favourite things on earth.

I still remember some of the recipes I made that fall, even if I only made them once.

My girl Rachael has never failed me (actually, once, with a blue cheese buffalo chicken chili that was a big ol' pot of expensive disappointment) but otherwise, she's the queen of quick and easy family style meals.

I still pull up one of her new weeknight recipes every few months to cook for the fam, in honour of the woman who's never met me but taught me everything I know.

the first recipe of hers I ever made after watching it on TV: https://www.rachaelrayshow.com/rec…/15709_Sloppy_Taco_Stoup/ (I still make my own version of this on the regular, with an avocado salsa on top. We usually eat it with Tostitos scoops because what is life if not to be enjoyed?)

what's on tonight: http://www.rachaelray.com/…/butternut-squash-sweet-sausage…/

{that gorgeous wooden spoon in walnut is by Lotholz and Company}

Lotholz & Company is Julia’s husband Jeremy's woodworking shop. His beautiful woodworking creations are sold via his Facebook page.

Mother’s Note:

Julia and her mother-in-law, Ruth, are making sure that my granddaughter knows her way around the kitchen.

My granddaughter baking with Oma, her other grandmother

POSTSCRIPT

Julia's dad feels he should be given some credit for teaching his children basic cooking skills, so here it is:

Thank you, Cliff, for teaching your kids how to cook.

Hopefully, I am now vindicated.

Under no circumstance would I wish to jeopardize my daily breakfast in bed - graciously served by my husband!

Photo Credits:

Cinnamon Buns - pixabay.com

Shredded Wheat by Nick Saltmarsh CC BY 2.0

Butternut Squash, Sweet Sausage, Gnocchi, and Sage, Hummingbird Cake, Charcuterie Board, & Granddaughter Baking: Julia & Jeremy Lotholz

Originally published on https://www.marilynnewbury.com

#family #food #cooking #houshold chores #cancer #marriage #parenting #grandparenting #mother #daughter #father

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