#yeah in the year of our lord 2023

[gnougnouss]

The thing is Clara Oswald was always insane. But she is an insane woman who also happens to be a control freak. So she controls herself very very tightly.

When she first met the doctor, she ask him to come back and ask her tomorrow. This is not because she doesn't want to travel with him let's be real, we are talking a bout a woman whose most important possession is a travel book. She WANTS this. She wants this so bad she is afraid she has to test herself by first refusing. Test that she is still in control. So she asks the doctor to come back tomorrow.

This denying of herself to prove that she is still in control is imo what her story with Danny is. She wants the doctor. She wants the adventure, the travelling, all of time and space and the excitement of it all. She is also in love with the doctor, so much it scares her. So she put boundaries: the doctor is a hobby, she only does it on specific days. She is not in Love with him : here is the proof, she will date someone else. She chose Danny and that's why she stick to her plan even when their first date sucks ass, even when their relationship is rocky. If it feels forced it's because it is, she is forcing herself to be normal. "life would be so much easier if we fell in love with the right person, but then there'd be no fairy tales" Danny IS the right person, he is even cosmically mandated because she saw their descendant, but he is not the one Clara loves, because they are in a fairy tale.

When Danny dies it's her control slipping, she is now fully embracing her addiction to an unhealthy degree that yeah, might be fueled by her grief, but I think was always there, under the surface, tightly controlled by the control freak.

[bylrndgm]

can you see right through me?

S04E05 - The Nina Project

[pastawayallday]

The CoAi/ShinRan drama that's happening lately made me think of that one glorious Anne Hathaway pic and i'm weak

[a1sart]

Carlton Lassiter is only on 2 things: the case and the spectrum <3

[malinaa]

Summary: Rose finds the Doctor without his memories and hiding as a human vicar in the 21st century. After the Family of Blood is dealt with, they have their long awaited reunion. | Based off of this post.

“My last body died for you. This body was born for you. It’s no wonder a human version of me would try to fill the void your absence left behind. My faith had to go somewhere.”

[chirrups]

the horrors persist, but so does the sillies

(from left to right: fursona, persona, and a rough cartoon version of "me")

the original reference photo, og by @/saltyfrgnwater on twitter

[jakeperalta]

not to bring up the taylor discourse again but I think it's an extremely shitty take for non-fans to respond to fans saying "yeah I'm disappointed and do not condone this and it sucks" by being like "well ACTUALLY she's always been a horrible bitch and her fans are all just too ignorant to see it and it's their own faults for being a fan of someone so awful" like ok congratulations! good for you for never having enjoyed a single problematic thing in your life! but you're annoying and I hate you

[poison-into-positivity]

I wish all old white tv show producers a very shut the fuck up

[kettlequills]

I had a dream the other day about Sandy, having been shot with Pitch's nightmare arrow and presumably "dead" manifesting himself out of corrupted sand. This Sandy then proceeded to taunt Pitch, telling him that he once knew all of his sweetest dreams of loves realised and being important to another, tolerated them, may even have wanted to indulge them, but now he knows his nightmares - and he sees Pitch's longing for companionship and his hatred of the Guardians' indifference and loathing of him, and he sees an opportunity to hurt Pitch for killing him and trying to do the same to his friends. To someone who has lived alone so long, the concept of being wanted is terrifying, and may even feel like a nightmare in itself - a nightmare born from a sweet dream, twisted by hate, betrayal, and an arrow in the back, a cruel pursuit, rooted in a toxic desire to both help and harm. By forcing Sandy to live his personal nightmare of being turned against those he wants to protect, Pitch has left a door open for Sandy to make Pitch live his own. Initially, naturally, Pitch would scorn this, because he's the King of Fear, the Underbed, the Boogeyman, what stupid nonsense is it to be afraid of the vulnerability it takes to have someone in your space, forcing you to let them in, forcing you to do everything you once looked, longingly, half-wistfully, hatefully, to have for yourself but didn't realise that a companion was a bond that needed to be forged and not a possession to be kept? And Sandy - half-mad, with the knowledge and experience otherwise of these safe and healthy relationships but twisted and fouled, struggling to peak over the horizon of his mind and body - intent on teaching him exactly the difference.

Of course - the drama when Sandy is resurrected, and nobody is quite sure how much he remembers - least of all Pitch, left behind, alone, again.

[pendragonsgallery]

Thinking about Shiro and Adam at the garrison in the midst of my voltron spiral

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

Watching the Ahsoka show. Ezra is the first character I've seen who actually feels like the same character as rebels ironically enough since he's had the most physical change. Everyone else feels like varying degrees of "slightly to the left" to "they massacred my boy" but Ezra is honestly spot on. That's still the same guy he just looks different.

[elenafisher-wong]

«Look like the innocent flower but be the serpent under it.»

[dreamgirledward]

girl (me) who read the hunger games in middle school + was in high school when the movies came out just finished watching all 4 movies with her dad over the past week,,,, now forced to think about a point in her life that she'd really rather not

[ohifonlyx33]

Hoax by Taylor Swift is a painful Sherlolly song from Molly's POV

"My best laid plan/Your sleight of hand/My barren land/I am ash from your fire

Stood on the cliffside/Screaming "Give me a reason/Your faithless love's the only hoax I believe in"

Okay but hear me out.

Neptune by Sleeping At Last is a painful Sherlolly song from Sherlock's POV

"I'm only honest when it rains/If I time it right, the thunder breaks/When I open my mouth/I want to tell you but I don't know how"

[onionjulius]

(The idea that Catelyn Stark fans excuse her actions because she's white and pretty though)

[murdershaped]

@necr0-mantix | asked: "You are her favorite. That, I can tell without even needing to ask. Why else would she allow you audience with me without supervision, despite your reputation?"

Even now the sound of his voice managed to surprise her. After such a long time of NOT SPEAKING, Lilith's son was suddenly speaking in complete sentences to Orin in particular. He had been a WALKING CORPSE, the sinews which bound skin to muscle to bone only just beginning to repair, for oh so long. Voice had gone oh so long without use, the throat seemed to STRAIN when he spoke. Dirt, rot and maggots were in that throat for many years, so it was easy to understand WHY it proved a challenge to speak. Rathma's body was learning HOW TO FUNCTION all over again, the cold from the grave only recently banishing from the skin.

" My reputation to slice and slit was what earned me this audience, crypt breath, " Orin said almost sweetly. " Your dear Mother watched as my blades carved the flesh of her enemies, leaving little more than ribbons of skin and bone for the scavengers to feast upon. " Not a hair on his head was to be misplaced though, no no no that simply wouldn't do. Orin was here to PROTECT, to nurture, to ensure the death stained son could not escape. Though he was fair to look upon and vivid fantasies of how simple it would be to cut and carve their design into his flesh, he was to be kept alive. Kept well and happy, as well.

But he seemed so dreadfully miserable. Orin could not envision that gloom which warped those lovely features melting away. It was melancholy which did not decay, did not slip away. It was the sort of misery which had an IMPERMANANCE which only one of the firsts were capable of.

" She longs to see the last of your death go away, for you to be refreshed and anew as a babe would be. Such morbid memories twist and tumble within the confines of her skull when you seem AS THE WALKING CARRION you are. Though the flies and maggots have long fled, their mark on you is oh too easy to see. Death covers you, Rathma. You reek of it, your eyes scream it. She seems to fancy a body with heat and wet blood which pumps smoothly, one which CREATES DEATH rather than being consumed by it will heal you in some way. "