Instead of angry and depressed napping Crowley, hear me out: genuinely worried and understanding Crowley who is livid with the situation but as in love as he’s been for six thousand years stress cleaning the bookshop
“How does it feel to be a role model? It feels cool. I don’t know whether I really think of myself as a role model. I just kind of live my life, make my mistakes, try to learn from them, and that’s what I do. And that’s what I think we should all do, we should all just live freely and learn from when we’ve stumbled or whatever we can learn from. So if that’s the vibe I’m putting out, then yeah, happy for that.”
The image captures the miraculous moment when the rays of sun hit a rare cloud called a pile cloud, and the angle and other subtle conditions are reflected in a divine rainbow color. (Source)
If you know what you'd have to do to solve a problem, but you just don't want to do it, your main problem isn't the problem itself. Your problem is figuring out how to get yourself to do the solution.
If your problem is not eating enough vegetables, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make vegetables stop being yucky". If your problem is not getting enough exercise, the problem you should be solving is "how do I make exercise stop sucking ass". You're not supposed to just be doing things that are awful and suck all the time forever, you're supposed to figure out how to make it stop being so awful all the time.
I used to hate wearing sunscreen because it's sticky and slimy and disgusting and it feels bad and it smells bad, so I neglected to wear it even if I needed to. Then I found one that isn't like that, and doesn't smell and feel gross. Problem solved.
There is no correct way to live that's just supposed to suck and feel bad all the time. You're allowed to figure out how to make it not suck so bad.
Long conversations could be made about every relationship the Doctor had with their companions, and some point could be made about 14 not being 10 but still being the same old soul... But no one can deny the bond between the Doctor and Donna Noble is something special. I chose this picture because their vulnerable expressions speak volumes.
I wish I liked this drawing more - the colours are beautiful, but I fumbled something around 14's eyes and couldn't fix it; the waistcoat took me hours! Donna, on the other hand, is perfect. As usual.
The moment I hear someone accuse a disabled person of faking it, I lose all respect I previously had for them. I have absolutely zero tolerance for fakeclaimers.
People have passed out on buses after being denied seats, because people thought they were faking it. People in excruciating pain have been turned away from hospitals, because people thought they were faking it. People have been publicly shamed both online and in person for their disabilities, because people thought they were faking it. People have lost their jobs after being denied accomodations, because people thought they were faking it. And I'm partially talking from my own personal experiences. I've been yelled at for having meltdowns at school after being told I wasn't allowed to wear ear plugs, because people thought I was faking it. These aren't hypothetical situations. Lots and lots of real disabled people have suffered for the entertainment of fakeclaimers.
The harm from fakeclaiming real disabled people is much, much worse than the harm from taking the few fakers there are seriously. I would rather help a hundred disabled people when one person among them is actually faking it than fakeclaim a hundred fakers when one person among them is actually disabled.
Yes, there are people who fake disabilities, and yes, that's awful and harmful. But accusing people of faking it has never done anything good for anyone, while it has harmed a lot of disabled people who needed support but were ridiculed instead. There is no net positive to fakeclaiming. All it does is serve to stigmatize, mock, and encourage the neglect of disabled people. It's sickening.
I mean this all the time. Even if they do something you assumed they shouldn't be able to do (part-time AAC users, ambulatory wheelchair users, and other people whose disabilities aren't constantly visible exist). Even if you think their accommodations are excessive or unnecessary. Even if you think they have "too many" conditions. Even if it's DID or schizophrenia or any other disability that you're uncomfy acknowledging. Even if they have dyed hair or neopronouns or anything else you've decided is "attention-seeking behavior."
The moment I hear the phrase, "they're probably faking it," leave your lips, I know not to trust you. Because you want disabled people to earn their rights, their support, their ability to live, by first meeting your arbitrary standards for what disabled people must look like.
Just sobbing and thinking about how the first time we meet Ed, we see that he is at least passively suicidal. He is so utterly miserable performing the role of Blackbeard - treading water, waiting to drown.
He comes so close to escaping the existence that has been crushing the life out of him - and with the man he loves, no less! - only to be forced back into it.
What choice does he have to return to a life that left him feeling utterly hollow? A life that forced him to constantly see and inflict violence just to survive. And so he does. And it kills him.
And that despair - that belief that this is all there is for him - leads us here.
I think it's really telling that even after he chooses to live, he would give up the love of his life rather than continue being a pirate. Though of course, Stede doesn't force him into that choice, instead meeting Ed where he is.
I hate that we won't get a S3, but I so love that we were left with Ed in a safe place where he can heal and feel loved.