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If you're in Manchester UK and fancy doing some acting why not come along to this?
#acting class#manchester#uk#old trafford#blue sci old trafford#blue sci#community theatre#theatre#acting#greater manchester#drama#drama games#shakespeare
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Mental health is important. The NHS is important. Please sign and reblog this letter 🙏
#the nhs#national health service#mental health#open letter#help doctors#help nurses#help#nhs england#nhs staff#help people#help those who help us#mental health in nhs doctors and nurses
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This might suck to hear, but if you're a people pleaser that is motivated by praise and avoids disagreements, you are easy to manipulate.
When I was in therapy after surviving years of domestic violence, my therapist had to tell me that my personality was primed for abuse and we needed to work on that so I would be better equipped to see the red flags and respond appropriately in the future.
I'm still working on this, and it's been 8 years. If you tell someone how you want to be treated, what behaviors you don't tolerate in your life, what you're looking for in that relationship, and they react negatively, don't compromise yourself. Just move on.
This one's for all the praise-kink girlies: differentiate, self-actualize, stay sexy
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Please donate if you can and reblog. Thanks a lot 🙂
#humanitarian aid#palestine#help#help palestine#hot meals#gaza#gaza strip#donate to help palestine#mutual aid#palestinians#people of palestine#children of gaza#children of palestine
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My strong advice to UK folk is do not vote Conservative next month.
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“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some storied don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.”
— Gilder Radner
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"Read Banned Books" a new full page cartoon essay published in The New York Times Arts & Leisure section today.
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Today it’s been 9 years since Terry Pratchett left us…
We miss you 🤍
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Please donate and reblog so this brilliant man can provide firewood for people to heat their homes. Thanks a lot 🙂
#winter fuel#firewood#warm homes#america#cold#freezing#help#helping people#keep warm#keep warm in winter#woodsman#lumberjack#catskills mountains
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“The bravest thing I ever did was continuing my life when I wanted to die.”
— Juliette Lewis
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Fond Memories, a Doctor Who fanfiction
The Doctor strolled through the Panopticon. A slight breeze ruffled his long brown hair. Smiling, he took out his pocket watch. It was always exactly the same time. A time where he was happy. A time where he was safe. A time where he was loved. The Time Lord heard running footsteps behind him. Grace. She bounded up to him and gave him a peck on the lips.
“What do you think of my home?” said the Doctor, still smiling.
“It’s…”
Grace laughed.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Isn’t it just. The Daleks have seemingly vanished from the face of the cosmos, and the universe has never been more peaceful.”
“Oi, Professor!”
The Doctor turned. Ace was there. She was wearing Time Lord robes and had in her hands a shimmering silver scroll.
“I passed Professor. I’m a Time Lord now.”
“That’s wonderful!” cried the Doctor.
“Old Doc. Chronotis says I can visit Perivale whenever I want. But I’ve got a lot of stuff still here to do.”
“That man never changes.” laughed the Doctor.
“I say, Doctor, is that you?”
The Doctor looked around. Brigadier Alistair Gordon Lethbridge-Stewart stood before him, smiling.
“Planet Earth is safer than it has ever been thanks to you, Doctor. Just last week we declared world peace.”
“That’s wonderful.” said the Doctor.
A gigantic fanfare of trumpets startled the Doctor and his friends. Rassilon strode through the Panopticon accompanied by a guard of honour. Upon seeing the Doctor his face erupted into a dazzling grin.
“Theta Sigma, you have distinguished yourself as Gallifrey’s greatest and most worthy offspring.” he said.
“For this reason I am pleased to confer upon you the Freedom of All Space and Time!”
The Doctor grinned.
“That’s excellent news!”
Rassilon inclined his head slightly.
“I believe that there are others among us who wish to speak with you.”
Before the Doctor’s eyes were Leela and Narvin. They embraced the Doctor in a group hug.
“Doctor I – we – would be most honoured if you were to attend our upcoming wedding.” said Leela.
“Leela, Leela, of course, I’d be only too happy to.” said the Doctor.
“Doctor.”
He would have known that voice anywhere. No matter if he had lived to outlast reality itself, the voice of his best friend would always bring him home.
“Hello Sarah Jane.” said the Doctor.
“I’m back.” said Sarah Jane.
“And I’m never going to leave you again.”
“Grandfather!”
Susan ran across the Panopticon’s beautiful floors. The Doctor swept her up in a hug.
“Susan! Not a day older than when I last saw you!”
The Doctor’s friends and family surrounded him in a semicircle. Everyone was smiling. Everyone was happy. Everything was perfect.
“This never happened.”
The woman was dressed in Karn Sisterhood robes. She moved inexorably towards the Doctor like approaching nightfall.
“I’m sorry. What never happened?” said the Doctor.
The woman gestured to the Doctor’s loved ones.
“This. All of this. It was just a comforting fantasy that I created in your mind.”
“I don’t know who you are, but I’d like you to leave now please.” said the Doctor.
“You have my most sincere apologies.” said the woman.
“For what?” said the Doctor.
As the Doctor watched the people around him faded away like ghosts. He was alone on a battlefield littered with burnt out Dalek casings. In the distance Gallifrey’s citadel burned.
The Doctor sank to his knees. Tears leaked from his eyelids.
“Why?” he whispered.
“Why?!” he exclaimed.
“WHY?!” he yelled to the red sky.
“Because you deserve some measure of happiness.” said the woman.
“Because over the coming centuries you will remember many, many times. And you will think to yourself; if I just remember hard enough I might be able to change what has happened.”
“Leave me!” snarled the Doctor.
The woman bowed her head and vanished.
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Deep inside the Sisterhood’s cave, Ohila regarded the Time Lord lying seated before her. The Dream Crab had successfully induced a healing trance, as Ohila hoped it would. All that remained now was to bring her patient back to the real world. Gently, with infinite care, Ohila removed the Dream Crab from the Doctor’s head. He stayed slumped in front of her for what seemed like eternity. Then he stirred and sat up.
“Cass!”
#doctor who#doctor who fanfiction#doctor who fanfic#doctor who fic#8th doctor#eighth doctor#gallifrey#leela#narvin#ace#rassilon#grace holloway#susan foreman#brigadier alistair gordon lethbridge stewart#dream crab#sisterhood of karn#ohila#angst#the time war#8th doctor fanfiction#eighth doctor fanfiction#panopticon
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Ok, my mental health has been iffy lately, but I need to be very firm in something:
Autism is always a disability.
It is criteria D of the DSM 5 diagnosis requirements. You can learn more about the criteria here. It states that impairment must be present for a diagnosis.
I made a recent post where I was a bit wishy-washy on the term and I kept getting corrected. But I am aware autism is always a disability.
I have seen far too many low support needs autistics here and on other platforms saying you can be autistic and not be disabled.
No. That is bad information. Those people are either masking so much that they think what they are experiencing is normal and that everyone struggles (this was me before diagnosis and unmasking), they are misunderstanding what a disability entails, or they are not autistic.
I think the first 2 are probably far more prevalent than the latter.
Anyway, just a recap that:
Autism is always a disability.
Not a diff-ability. Not a quirky subtype of thinking. Not spicy.
Disability. A good word.
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