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#it's not /bad/ it's just. meh.
nounpolycule · 1 year
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My toxic trait is like I mean Blink is good but I can't wrap my head around it being the highest rated episode of Doctor Who on IMDb. Top 30 fine but #1?
#it's not my favorite episode it's not my favorite RTD era ep it's not my favorite s4 ep it's not my favorite RTD era ep written by Moffat#it's not my favorite Weeping Angels episode (though I will say that it's the best) it's not my favorite Doctor-lite episode#it's certainly not my favorite episode of TV of all time and I also would say it isn't the best either#I don't think about it unless someone brings it up I don't watch it unless I just watched Human Nature/Family of Blood and let it play#it's not /bad/ it's just. meh.#full respect to people that love it but I don't get why it's above Heaven Sent she is a cinematic masterpiece#actually what I really don't get is The Husbands of River Song being /46 out of 198/????#how is THORS one of the lowest rated (bottom 5 of 15) episodes that River is in. this is homophobia just like the lack of a 12river kiss.#sorry I saw the post about it being one of the best episodes of TV of all time again & there's people arguing about other things on my dash#& I've taken my meds but not actually started anything & I'm actively avoiding what I need to be doing#thus I am saying things I would not say in a fully public Discord server per usual#also sometimes I see people suggest it as a first ep to watch (not a 'if you only watch 1 ep' but a 'watch this first') which is a dif rant#like I'd show my dad Time Heist because I don't expect him to get into the show but I think he'd enjoy that one#but at the very least go with en episode thet follows the formula if you want to get someone into the shoe#*show#so that they know. whether they'd like the show.#personally I'm a big ''start with Rose'' fan but I have many biases including I don't like consuming media out of order#but like. there is someone I want to make watch s8 and s9 and I'm not necessarily going to make her watch 1-7 first#like Deep Breath (a Doctor's first episode) is a reasonable starting point to me#a Doctor's first episode/a companion's first episode/an era's first episode are what make the most sense to me for a first ep ya know?#bonus for all three.#but like would you start SPN with Changing Channels as a ''do you like the vibes of this show?''#or Hush or Tabula Rasa for Buffy? (I outsourced that one so if it doesn't get my point across not my fault I am buffyless)#anyway.#someday I'll watch Buffy someday I'll start arguments on the internet about more important things that sharing an unpopular DW opinion#and someday I'll start things on my to do list with less than 3 hours of coaxing#okay have a nice day. 👍#i speak#kasteraxilkemeryapheshexerindaikyat.pdf
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tapakah0 · 4 months
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It became longer ha-ha... meh
Billie Eilish - Bellyache
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mediumgayitalian · 14 days
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The crooked, creaky door of the cluttered infirmary storage room pushes open and slams shut in the span of a second, just barely allowing someone to dart through. Nico jumps, banging his head on the shelf he’s hiding under, chomping full force on his lip to bite back a shout. The shadows, on lucky reflex, bend around him and shroud his face. The rest of him he tucks further into the forgotten corner between two filing cabinets, holding his breath.
Under the unflattering light of the single swinging lightbulb, Will looks dull.
A thin headband attempts to hold back his frizzy hair, although it does very little. Curls stick out oddly and many shorter hairs are plastered to his temples and the back of his neck. His skin is unusually lacklustre, even pale, except for the high flush around his cheekbones. The bruising under his eyes rivals Nico’s. He has been wearing the same scrubs for the last two days.
With one last look at the closed door, nothing but garbled voices filtering through the heavy wood, he slumps. He drops his face into his chapped and bleeding hands, heels pressed into his eyes, and holds them there for ten seconds, twenty. Slowly, with trembles so minute they are at first glance unnoticeable, his shoulders begin to shake. The long fingers flexed and tensed around his forehead curl tightly, and he twitches, whole body trembling, teeth sunk hard into his bottom lip to stop his chin from quivering.
It does not work.
The first sob is quiet. He catches it quickly, forcing it back down, breathing heavily through his nose and out his mouth to beat it back. The second follows quickly, though, and it’s harder to choke down. When his face crumples, his resolve goes with it, and his knees hit the floor, sharp crack swallowed by the stillness of the room. He curls forward until his nose nearly hits his knees, hands sliding through his hair and over his ears and settling finally clutching together in the dip of his chest, bouncing with every heave of his chest. It’s quiet, his crying, enough that every dropped tear can be heard as it hits the dusty floor. The only time his sobs are ever audible is when he opens his mouth, trying desperately to soak up enough air to catch himself, to carry himself through.
Mute horror holds Nico’s tongue hostage.
He’d escaped in here the second Will had been called away this morning, dragged for the umpteenth time to handle a crashing patient or a complicated hymn or to soothe someone’s nerves. For the past two days he’s been doing his best to monitor Nico and a handful of other front liners who’d exhausted themselves in battle, but his focus has been split and the infirmary has been crowded. Whenever he runs off to put out whatever fire had cropped up — sometimes literally — the whispers start, the glances, the skin crawling up Nico’s back. Nico can hardly tell anymore what’s the shadows and what’s the people around him, watching him out of the corners of their eyes like they’re waiting for him to bust out a scythe and a black hooded cloak and start reaping.
The storage room is supposed to be an escape. Out of the way and forgotten as it is, it is supposed to be the place he can hide for an hour, escape the heavy gaze of the rest of the camp, collect himself before braving it all again.
Clearly, though, he’s not the only one who thinks so.
There’s something disorienting about seeing Will Solace cry. In the few times Nico has spoken with him during his visits to camp, he’s been a barely-contained explosion of energy, whether talking Nico’s ear off with updates about people he barely knows and references he hardly understands or cussing him out for overextending himself. He’s used — as much as he can be to someone he’s only beginning to really get to know — to his wildly flailing hands and widely playful grin, his loud drawling voice, his painful, constant brightness.
His hands, now, clench until they’re bloodless, trembling. There is no hint of his wide smile or twinkling eyes, because his face is hidden by all the hair that his given up on the pretence of the hairband, and the only sound from him are his gasping breaths and swallowed-back sobs. Nico watches him because he cannot look away. He flinches because every cry, every rough, scraping inhale, sounds like shattering rock, like an iceberg breaking off a glacier.
A quiet beeping startles them both.
For a stretch of time Will is motionless. The beeping continues, steady and soft, bouncing off the cluttered shelves and fading before they echo. After the third round — and Nico counts, if anything for something to do besides watch the chafed skin on Will’s hands crack and bleed with every flex — he drags himself upright, nails drawing lines in the thick dust of the floorboards, and rests back on his heels. He breathes for a moment, shuddering, hands pressed flat to his face; in, beep, beep, beep; out, beep, beep, beep. None of his breaths are ever steady, but he wastes no more time, swiping under his eyes and pinching his cheeks to restore his face to some of its usual colour. He grips onto each board of the shelf to his right as he yanks himself upwards, hand over hand, until he’s stretched, finally, to stand, although there remains a slouch to his broad shoulders.
The beeping continues, emanating from the watch on his left hand, growing softer or louder as he trails his fingers over the shelves from one end to the other, from the first, the second, the third. He pauses finally on a collection of bottles, turning them carefully to read the labels, then tucks them each gently into his already bulging pockets until he is left with what he must carry between his fingers.
The shadows bend to cover Nico again as Will turns, unknowingly facing him, and pulls himself suddenly straight-backed, chin set high, shoulders squared. He smiles, wide, fractured, squinting his eyes deliberately. The beeping stops. He breathes, in, smile, out, nod, and turns, striding, back to the door, opening it with flourish and swiping the dust off his clothes.
“Found them! Sorry it took so long, I really had to look —”
The door swings shut behind him, cutting off the rest of his sentence.
Nico stares at it with bile churning in his too-empty stomach.
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art by the incredible @clingonlikeclingwrap
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flimsy-spine · 2 months
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my favorite madney scenes: [37/?] ⇢ Breaking Point, 4.08
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falmerbrook · 4 months
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Peryite is such an underrated daedric prince to me, conceptually. His sphere of influence has so much potential to explore. Like, disease and the natural order together? The way his followers see disease as a blessing? I love the implications there alone. He's the weakest prince, but his sphere has the potential to be so subtly destructive. One of his symbols, skeevers, represents that so well. The series has been kinda meh at exploring the princes philosophically but I feel like they are right on the cusp of something interesting with him, but since he isn't as flashy or obviously "bad" (or sexy) as the other ones he keeps getting put on the backburner. Gimme an interesting Peryite storyline pretty please. Explore things a little
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chellychuu · 11 months
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Miku based on this cute figure of her! 💗
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salsflore · 10 months
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i think self shippers should be nicer to themselves. seeing people call themselves weird or cringy or embarrassing is like NO!! NOT AT ALL!! i am giving you a hug actually. and a slice of cake
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BANNER DESCRIBED IN ALT. TEXT
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I'm not immune to bad guy Caleb propaganda
(Lovely Caleb design by these two @wackular + @missazura )
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arowitharrows · 2 years
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I think it's important to understand that discussions around amatonormativity usually aren't (or shouldn't be) asking people to see their individual romantic relationships as less important, because wanting a long-term monogamous romantic relationship isn't inherently amatonormative.
Amatonormativity is about the bigger picture of how society treats romantic relationships. It's about placing romantic relationships at the top of a hierarchy and then claiming that most meaningful close and intimate connections to other humans are only accessable through them. Amatonormativity is the assumption that everyone wants to end up in a monogamous long-term romantic relationship and then decrying anyone who wants a relationship that doesn't fit into that very narrow category.
Every individual person has to figure out for themselves which types of relationships they desire or don't desire and how much importance they want to give them. Amatonormativity criticizes the fact that that's not a question you are normally asked in the first place, because the answer is always assumed.
I think if in the end someone decides to prioritize their romantic relationships, they will still have defied amatonormativity simply through consciously making that decision, and through not assuming the same for everyone else. To me, dismantling amatonormativity is about deconstructing the assumed hierarchy of relationships, giving people the chance to actually think about what they truly want, and opening the pathways for those possibilities.
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CHARLES, quali reaction - JAPAN GP 24
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d0d0-b0i · 1 year
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day 7:
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alright
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sanddollarpoems · 1 year
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I wrote your name
On the shower door
Just to see what it looked like
In my handwriting
I know you'll never see
The way the letters curled
Or how my fingers lingered
Over the lines and curves
If I could write you into being
Everywhere I go
I would be leaving your name
On everything I touch
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wolfish-loup · 7 months
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A dragon Zelda ( weredragon?) under the bloodmoon for this years Halloween drawing. I still like the idea of her coming back... wrong.
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opens-up-4-nobody · 1 year
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🐟🐟🐟
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kasumingo · 7 months
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the funniest current debate I see is how selfcest is problematic but people struggling to come up with a single valid reason as to why
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ever get the feeling some people are just...tolerating you?
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