There’s nothing “Ooh, ducky” about being teetotal, about walking into a pub after a rugby match, and ordering a tap water at a bar packed full of big ugly bastards wearing warpaint. That, my friend, takes confidence, yeah? I’m talking balls.
The Doctor is regenerating.
what if the voice inside your head is your soulmate’s
well then my soulmate sure is an asshole
favourite fictional characters - sylvia tietjens
“I broke, under your forbearance, your permanent well-mannered forgiveness for my doing the dirty on you when I married you not knowing - still don’t know - whether my child was yours or Gerald Drake’s. You forgave without mercy. To scream blue murder and throw me out would have been a kindness compared to five years under your roof, banished from your comfort. Look what you brought me to. Throwing myself at you in my whore’s trousseau.”
and we all feel a simultaneous punch to the gut.
but!!!!! this is so important!!!! this is such a potent metaphor for how much bad things are glamorized in our society like eating disorders or self harm and so you have these little kids seeing it made dramatic and beautiful and i just!!!! catching fire u did so good u did so fucking good
this swirling storm inside