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chosen one not as in the one the prophecy foretold but as in lamb to the slaughter. as in the only person both brave and foolish enough to do it. chosen one as in sculpted, molded to be the perfect sacrifice to something expertly, divinely crafted to annihilate you wholly and surely. chosen one as in taken away. chosen one as in death sentence. chosen one as in goodbye
So excited to be able to announce another Big Finish project from early next year! You can pick up my story "The Clockwork Swan" in the new Call Me Master boxset, starring Sacha Dhawan, in February 2025.
What an amazing actor to write for, and what a crew of fellow writers, actors and producers! I couldn't be more thrilled to be part of this set.
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Cannot tell you how excited i am for this! So happy we have more details!
Me rn seeing this:
i think they should allow everyone in the world to vote in american elections
As a USAmerican, I think we'd be better off
Love this so much
the practical magic musical looks great
“Allow me at least a kiss. Just one exquisite kiss.”
trump dies of congestive heart failure before being sworn in charge to like cast to reblog
R.I.P. Tony Todd (December 4, 1954 – November 6, 2024)
i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we'll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son's eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters' old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya's sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
OH! I have one to add!
I think regularly about this one; I work at a thrift store and I was at the checkout, keeping an eye on everyone. A family comes up and they had this one little boy with them. Now as a thrift store we had a lot of things, including both a toys section and a "collectibles" section, and for whatever reason we had recently gotten some baby dolls that were best described as "a little too realistic for our comfort".
This little boy had one of them and he was trying to take it's clothes off. Why? Because "he needed to check it was a little girl because he wanted a girl doll not a boy doll". But not said like that, in a super sweet kid way, that way you know he is entirely innocent and just REALLY wants his baby doll to be a girl so he can be a good dad. I asked him about her, what he was going to name her, and he told me that he didn't have a name yet for her because he wanted to think about it and choose a good one.
This boy, he was not older than six or seven, and you could tell her loved that doll. He adored his little baby doll; he carried her so carefully, he was so good, and this was again not one of those generic dolls you see in toy stores. This thing was more realistic and he was so sweet to it.
Every time I feel down and sad, I just think about that little boy, loving his little baby daughter doll, and know that there is true innocence and love in this world after all.
why are all these modern aus for the Odyssey set in a high school. where's the retelling where Odysseus is just a guy lost in an airport who keeps missing his connecting flights home due to a comical series of delays and disgruntled airline employees
Absolutely genuis
Every few minutes, someone honks. The woman behind the wheel shifts and lowers her sunglasses to glare at the circling cars in the rearview mirror. Vultures. Let them curse. She keeps her doors locked and her phone battery charged. Penelope has been waiting in the arrivals lot for far too long, and she refuses to give up her place for anyone.
someone: says the word master
me, vibrating at a frequency that shatters glass : is it a reference to the master from the sci fi cult show doctor who
using "what were YOU doing at the devils sacrament" to mean "yeah i made an embarrassing reference but you understood it which is also embarrassing" is very funny to me
my favorite part is that absolutely nobody says this except here. so if you use it in public, it's a dead giveaway that you spent the last ten years on tumblr. but then again, they recognized it, which means they were at the devil's sacrament
Tell me a soft memory
we would find out later i had burned off my entire cornea - about 65% of my eye. my doctor told me it is the organ with the highest concentration of nerve endings - i was in an amount of pain that can't be spoken.
and i was blind. for the first time in my life, i was totally blind. i kept thinking about reading, about writing. weirdly, just once, about driving. we had no idea if i would ever see again. just like that - my entire life was different.
it is a strange place to reference for a soft memory, to begin here.
my siblings were taking excellent care of me, but there was a moment in the hospital where, just through bad luck and timing - both of them had to step away for a moment. i was crying at that point; not emotionally. for 3 days after this i would still be crying, my tears, like a mermaid's, a frothy pink with blood.
my brother worried about leaving me. he had another, just-as-bad emergency.
"i got her," someone said. "don't worry."
a soft hand held mine, and then she started talking.
her name was jess. she has a wife named clyde. they live a few blocks up the street. clyde fell down, but the x-rays seem to be coming back better than expected. jess says she's got long dark hair and "more wrinkles than an elephant". jess describes every chair in the room and every person. she talks about her two kids and her cats and her favorite memories from college.
a doctor came. i had to switch to a different waiting room. i tried to stand up to follow the voice - i found jess's hand, following me. she didn't let go. she kept talking the whole way: lamp to your left, just a few more steps, okay to your right is the ugliest painting, good, now a little more walking straight, you got it baby
in the new silence of the next room she sat me down and called my brother for me, telling him where we'd gone to. and she stayed there for a bit, just chatting, her voice echoing in the eerie quiet. gently describing the room to me. and then someone was rude. from the sound of the voice, a kid, i think.
"why is she crying?"
"she just lost her vision," jess said. "she can't see."
"oh." said the kid. "that's scary."
the kid tells me he is here because he has peas stuck up his nose. that makes me laugh, his mom (?) groans. she tells me about the kid (he's 6, he likes paw patrol and eating cheese), about herself, about moving from cali.
jess says she's sorry, but she has to leave now, she's gotta go check on her wife.
"don't worry," says the mom. "i got her." and then i felt her hand press into mine.
for hours like that: i am taken care of by strangers. each person just talking with whatever comes to their head - not for any reward or celebrity or real reason, i guess. just because i am scared and alone and in the hospital and blinded and need to be distracted. not everyone even got told the story - they would just pick up in the silence with - oh by the way the television is playing HGTV - do you like that kind of a thing? yeah, me too, but could never quite get into those open-floor plans, i'll tell you -
by the time my brother is able to come back, the room is buzzing. we talk to each other like old friends, laughing, cracking jokes about if you don't like hospital food wait until you get on an airplane and can't believe i'm up past two in the morning what a party animal i'm becoming. i am holding the hands of someone named drew, who likes my crow tattoo and making crochet snails.
there are many dark moments full of pain in this world. this - in the low of absolute-dark, absolute-pain: people find a way to paint in it anyway. the color splash of their voices: this triumphant, radiating kindness of - let's be here together, let me help you, let's keep going.
i never saw their faces. i can't remember many of their names. but i think about them often, and the way we all took a deep breath - and did something gentle amongst the pain.
Most of us could probably stand to benefit from reading this. I did. It’s really lovely.
If you can’t find a place on your blog for Patrick Stewart in a bathtub dressed like a lobster, then your blog probably doesn’t deserve such majesty anyway.
It has returned to my dash and I cannot fight the compulsion to reblog…
the patrick lobster appears only once in a thousand years, reblog for good luck
Wow. I actually have never seen this one.
Been seeing some people confused on what this means SO added this on to the post
Hope this clears it up
Insanely happy with how far this post is going but I need everyone and I mean EVERYONE WHO SEES THIS POST TO PLEASE
We can’t just let this man get away with this and go completely free we NEED to fight back against this.
1.Follow the instructions in the picture (alt text is included)
2.SPREAD THIS,SPREAD THIS LIKE CRAZYREBLOG,REPOST ON OTHER PLATFORMS, MAKE VIDEOS ON IT,TIKTOKS ON IT IT DOESN’T FUCKING MATTER JUST SPREAD THIS AS MUCH AS YOU CAN
3.CONTACT ANY ONE YOU MIGHT KNOW CAN HELP
Your government officials,people who run news websites FUCKING ANYONE
I know shit may seem hopeless right now but that is no reason to atleast TRY to make a difference
goddammit you got me
you got me to reblog this
I can't say no to a cute face like that.
fuck it we say "we've got work to do" with a sense of wonder and grim optimism (and don't forget to click below to subscribe to the official Doctor Who YouTube Channel) and keep fucking going man
