looking for the perfect sweater pattern to knit for school in the fall. if im not going to be able to buy a lot of clothes, i will knit myself a freakin’ beautiful sweater/cardigan to wear over my ratty t-shirts
horses are very beautiful and graceful but seriously
horses are motherfucking crazy
my love for the renaiSSANCE IS COMING BACK TO ME WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN O MY LONG LOST LOVER
i will travel the world. there is no escaping it. for as much as i love these mountains, i loathe them. they are my blessing and my curse.
better with two: burnupasun: on one hand i love how obscure the time war is, because it…
on one hand i love how obscure the time war is, because it leaves it all to the imagination but also…
i want a special
not written by moffatthat takes place towards the end of eight’s regeneration, when he realizes that he has to fight in the time war.
So, sometimes I think about Doctor Who and the sort of companions I’d actually want to see him have and well
I want him to find an impoverished, lonely child, and take him or her around the world and then some, showing him the wonders the world has to offer, showing her that just because our stories start off in the gutters, we can often climb to breathe amongst the stars
and I want him to be with an expecting couple. And I want them to maybe switch it up on adventures- sometimes the pregnant mother, sometimes the soon-to-be father, and I want the Doctor to show them wonderful people who raised children that weren’t their own to be heroes, and I want him to show them horrible parents who cannot diminish the sheer value of the precious lives they brought, but did not nurture, into this world
and I want a teenager who doesn’t give a shit about anything, a total douche maybe, and I want the Doctor to be patient and firm and laughable, and I want him to be unconditionally kind until he or she finally opens up about the bullying and the neglect at home and I want the Doctor to take him or her on adventures and show them that being fat or having blemished skin or being anything and everything but mainstream beautiful doesn’t diminish who they are and what they’re worth, and I want the Doctor to discover this teenager’s dreams, and bring him/her back home, and tell them he’ll always keep an eye open for the best whatever they choose to be
I don’t want people coming back from the dead because human life is precious only because it is measured and frail, and I think there’s a very big, heartbreaking threat in the fact that we only die once and it is ultimate and it is real. And I want companions of color, and people with disabilities- the TARDIS is big enough for a wheelchair, and planets can be beautiful under the investigative hand of a blind person, and I want middle aged women who’ve just been divorced, and I want mothers with sons who the Doctor picks up out of a battered woman’s shelter, and I want old men who don’t know what to do with themselves now that their families have just moved on, and I want people from the past and the future and I want the disadvantaged and the downtrodden because, yes, Clara is the impossible girl and yes, Amy Pond is the first face 11’s face saw, but I want a different sort of show for myself and for my children and for those who follow, and I want a show for the people. All the people. Not just the beautiful. Not just the inhumanely mysterious. Give me the nobodies and the average because that’s what a whole lot of us feel like we are. A lot of us can’t offer great people unsolvable things, we can only offer ourselves and our weakness and our human glories,
and I want that very much
