Does your heart resemble a den fit for a fanged king? Or simply a fragile insect, emitting desperate strength fluttering for its peace?
Scars on the outside tell stories. However what’s inside… actually carries out our definition, that’s worthy of treasured representation.
Are you a clutched puppet to that pledged great blue devotion, a servant of their design? Or does freedom course in your blood stream?
Can you continue to bury your beloved early graves? Castaway their impactful memories that marked your days, either to fortunes or misfortunes. We lose an essence layer no matter the level of the depth of what’s cut.
Is your spirit capable enough to rise to unseen heights? That tower, even the giants?
Many wear masks to hide concealing those nasty truths.
…Ours. Is a missing key.
That door… Is what’s left. Behind is everything. Everything we can be, or left to become. Our drummed history and identity remains.
There is a Power Beyond Potential in knowing and finding out all we are.
Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
One massive, legitimate way to improve as a writer or artist or in any creative endeavor really, is to become absolutely obsessed with something and to allow yourself to be weird about it. Genuinely mean this btw.
PSA: Tumblr/Wordpress is preparing to start selling our user data to Midjourney and OpenAI.
you have to MANUALLY opt out of it as well.
to opt out on desktop, click your blog ➡️ blog settings ➡️ scroll til you see visibility options and it’ll be the last option to toggle.
to opt out on mobile, click your blog ➡️ scroll then click visibility ➡️ toggle opt out option.
if you’ve already opted out of showing up in google searches, it’s preselected for you. if you don’t have the option available, update your app or close your browser/refresh a few times. important to note you also have to opt out for each blog you own separately, so if you’d like to prevent AI scraping your blog i’d really recommend taking the time to opt out. (source)
The boy of dream sought for something grander to vanquish the heavy downpour of despair, alongside tears cast by loneliness and belonging.
You have found his answer of pleading and as such, those dark nimbus clouds, have been expelled, and radiance of truth, returns to your skies... A Sun within its natural habitat upon this accursed realm. His defiance and declaration that was shouted against thunder, resonated once, has resurfaced to you. Beyond being devoured by the mist of continuous loss that weighed your soul.
One chain is set Free... In chasing forth something even despite it maybe absurdly unattainable, inconceivable, causes us to prevail over many adversities.
To dream ambition is crucial for living.
I’ve just read the novelisation of the Giggle and the ending has me on my knees - it goes into much more detail than the show so guess what
THE DOCTOR BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
THAT IS HIS HOUSE
He chose it, he went to an estate agents and said ‘I want this pretty house’, offered them £60, then rang Kate Stewart and discovered he was getting paid by UNIT this whole time, was able to afford the house/mortgage and BOUGHT THAT HOUSE
The Nobles still have a house in London but they STAY WITH THE DOCTOR NEARLY ALL THE TIME
He chose the house with a sunroom so WILF COULD LIVE DOWNSTAIRS COMFORTABLY
i've seen some posts floating around about people being confused as to what classifies as robotfucking and to what degree so i decided to take a crack at it and made this chart inspired by the infamous furry chart