i used to be so good at writing strong, thoroughly-researched, thoroughly-edited essays.
as a kid in hs, my teacher literally came up to me, holding my 40 page essay on the intersection of the European witch hunts and capitalism/exploitation/gender roles (it was supposed to be 7 pages...whoops) and went like "this is literally a master's-degree level thesis. what are you doing?? you could literally use this as your final dissertation in a master's program, what the fuck."
NOW??? NOW?? you'd think I'd be oh so skilled. but alas. i can barely piece together two ideas. adhd skill-regression is so so real. im SOBBING
“My arms are too long” will undoubtedly go down as one of Doctor Who’s creepiest phrases, nevertheless this line is the one that haunts me:
There’s something about the casualness of how this line is spoken that’s so deeply sinister, and Tennant’s dead-eyed, subtly malicious stare is absolutely bone-chilling