I know I have enough skill to finish it. My question is what will it cost

God there's something about the idea that Hector was wearing Achilles's old armor when he faced him to die. when Achilles saw Hector he saw a mirror of himself, and he knew exactly where to aim

I am sorry to everyone who tagged me in some tag game and I never responded. I saw it and thought “aww they thought of me” and proceeded to forget about it right after

now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck

I think Nuwho companions give a lot of leeway to The Doctor for some of their odder behaviors on the assumption of oh well they're an alien I'm not gonna hold them to human norms but tbh if they knew other time lords (not the master. The master doesn't count bc the master is also a freak) they'd probably be like ohhh. Never mind it's not a species thing it's a you thing

Person A: "Promise me that you won't pull some self-sacrificing bullshit."

Person B: "I-- will try not to."

Person A: "You are impossible."

oh this makes zero sense out of context

born to write the beginning and ending, forced to write the middle part.

wanting to talk to people is so fucking embarrassing. literally hi it's me again I wanted to have a conversation with you because I think you're fun to talk to. oh god you can just fucking kill me if you want sorry

the feminine urge to post a wip even though it’s not edited it’s not complete it’s nothing like you envisioned, and yet — u want your three mutual blorbos to pls pat u on the head, to pls validate u, to tell u ur words are something and that you aren’t alone and that the words on the screen are worth the endeavour. and sometimes it’s about the one to one understanding of the words on the page. sometimes it’s about the story making it from head to paper. sometimes it’s just about being deranged in your DMs and making the idea happen just for your own sake, or the two of you. the snake eats itself but it sustains and sustains, and i just think that’s beautiful.

Reblog if you are okay with people giving you lots of boops!

"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have

do you survive the narrative? by ihione

you were all doomed from the beginning , but by god the journey was beautiful wasn't it? the friends you made, the songs you sang all screamed one thing: I LIVED. who else can say that?

imagine: you get your memories back after years of amnesia to find out your whole species is dead and earth doesn’t exist anymore. that the only thing left of your culture is your weird ex and his busted honda civic that barely even works that he stole from the government when he was 13. And he’s been taking members of an alien species for trips in his honda civic and they’re all like “woah it’s so cool” and you get upset because it’s NOT COOL it’s a honda civic, the turn signals don’t even work “wow it can go up hills” yeah OF COURSE IT CAN GO UP HILLS EVERY CAR COULD DO THAT. but they’ve never seen a car before so everything it does is the coolest thing ever. And your ex’s only tool is a fucking screwdriver which is somehow also cool to this dumbass alien species even though it’s a fucking screwdriver so you just look like an idiot screaming about how none of this is even cool it’s actually really shitty but your whole planet is gone so you can’t even prove it but also you’ve had a constant drumming sounding in your head since you were 10 slowly driving you insane. I would become evil too.

"it's deliberately weird and pointless" 👁️👁️

Sam sweetie get out of there stop doing that burn those papers