almost a time lord

I'm Not Gay

D.va: MCCREE, are you SURE you don’t like Hanzo? -3-

Tracer: Ya can’t hide a rainbow from me, Jesse. You know that.

McCree: … *singing* I’m not gay guys, that ain’t me! I’m just comfortable with my sexuality. So I can admit when I see a guy, who’s got a handsome face and pretty eyes-

*starts imaging Hanzo*

and a rock hard chest….and rippling abs…and the tightest ass…..and those sculpted calves…..and the bulging quads…and that perfect bod…..and oh my g o d take your pants off *drooling*

D.va: oh m y

Tracer: …..called it

Hanzo: ………………………… *Hanzo.exe has stopped working*

Genji: *starts laughing* IM ALMOST GONNA DIE AGAIN BUT THIS TIME FROM LAUGHTER OH SHIT-

tfw you gotta study, revise, and write a paper in one night but you’re dead tired and got a skull splitting headache 

arya + northerners

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. She’d liked that a lot better than “Arya Horseface.” (AGOT)

arya underfoot is one of the most important names for arya. she goes through numerous personas and identities but this is one of the first. and unlike most of the others it doesn’t chip away at arya’s sense of self. arya underfoot embraces arya’s true identity. it was given to arya by the smallfolk of winterfell, specifically her father’s men, but even jon and theon think of her as such. they gave her this nickname because she was always so close to them, literally underfoot. she would play, befriend, and socialize with all of her people. regardless of birth or rank or job. arya valued their existence which is more than most highborns who see them as disposable things.  

and while arya hasn’t been in the north for years her connection to it’s people has never diminished. arya often remembers the ones she loved from winterfell and even crosses paths with some northern characters both new and old

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OKAY ALLOW ME TO GET A COUPLE OF THINGS OUT HERE.

     To whoever originally made this meme: I am truly sorry for the rant I’m about to go on, because I know you meant this to be funny, and it is. But this scene is incredibly important to the character development of, well, pretty much everyone– but especially Jack.
    Right from the beginning, Jack believed in the Doctor. This rogue Time Agent just hooks up with this clearly insane alien and decides that this is the man he’ll follow, come Hell or high water. Jack the renegade, the criminal, the con man, the torture master (see Torchwood season 1, “Countrycide,”) decides that he’s going to owe his loyalty to this total stranger in a blue box– all because the Doctor came back for him when his ship was about to blow rather than let him die. He calls him “sir.” He enforces his wishes. He throws himself into danger for him. Then Station 5 happens, and Jack knows full well that they could all die, and what does he say? “Never doubted him, never will!” And not only does he march willingly into the jaws of his own death, he turns commando and encourages others to die in this man’s name as well. And die he does– brutally, quickly, and with all the attitude of a man who has chosen his own fate.
    He wanted to believe that the Doctor would never have intentionally abandoned him on Station 5. We can see it in his face when the TARDIS disappear. His idol wouldn’t just leave him there to die, or for dead. And when he makes it to Earth, what leads Torchwood straight to him? “Just you wait until I find the Doctor!” “The Doctor will fix me!” He’s as stubborn in his faith as everything else.
     But the Doctor doesn’t come. And doesn’t come. And doesn’t come.
     And every day, as Jack cuts himself shaving and the nicks heal, as he gets into barfight after barfight and comes away unscathed, as bullets go through his skull like noise through an eardrum, his faith gets just a little more battered. And a just a little more bitter. And the days turn into decades. And the decades turn a century. And Jack’s loved ones drop dead, and he remains, and the Doctor still doesn’t come.
     He’s almost given up hope. He’s got his little team. It’s enough, isn’t it? Isn’t it?
     And then he hears the wheez of those blessed engines, and for the first time in a hundred and fifty years, he feels alive.
     He almost misses the TARDIS, but that’s okay, he’ll hold on. He doesn’t realize that the Doctor is running from him as hard as he’s running to him. He doesn’t know that the Doctor saw him coming and intentionally tried to get away. (What the fudge, Doctor?)
      “You abandoned me,” he accuses, facing this man who has to be the Doctor but looks nothing like the man he died for all those years ago. And the Doctor can’t even come up with a decent excuse. “Got busy,” my left butt cheek.
     He doesn’t get a decent answer until he’s up to his eyeballs in radiation, and the Doctor has known all along. He did it all, leaving him and staying away, on purpose. But Jack starts cracking jokes! He should have been so bitter! But he knows now that he’s “wrong,” and maybe he deserves the Doctor’s ire, just like he did back in 1945 during the nanogene incident.
     The Master, the Toclafane, that’s all just part and parcel of running with the Doctor, and he’s okay with it. Mostly. Sort of. You can even see him smile at the Doctor when Martha’s gone (season 3, The Sound of Drums,) as if to say “Good work, getting her safe.” Even though they’re both trapped in the Master’s ship with no visible hope of escape. But the Doctor will figure it out.
     The world is burning. The Master reigns supreme. And it’s true that the Doctor’s basically disabled, so you can’t blame him, not really…except Jack does. Just a bit. Because this is the man who’s outsmarted Daleks and left planets safe thanks to his brilliance, yet there Jack remains, chained in a room with no sunlight and tortured for the amusement of a madman. (Which Time Lord that’s referencing is almost irrelevant at this point.) And it’s not just Jack who’s suffering. Every human being still alive lives in mortal terror, and Martha’s family are slaves. Even Lucy shows signs of abuse. The Doctor’s desire to save the Master is laudable, but at this stage of the game, utterly irrational. At the very least he should have defeated the Master first and then tried to redeem him, leaving the innocents of Earth out of the equation. This is one of the few times we see the Doctor act like the arrogant Time Lords from whom he tried so hard to distance himself, so desperate to hold onto this last piece of his race, planet, culture, that he’s willing to let this atrocity play out for his end game. Leave humanity out of it this time, Doctor. No one else volunteered to risk their lives to save that bloodthirsty maniac.
     Jack’s the first one on the Valiant to join his whispered, bruised, battered faith to the psychic network that will revive the Doctor. In spite of all the pain he’s suffered, not just at the hands of the Master but throughout his inhumanly long life, he throws his faith behind this madman with a box who has simply got to save those people on the planet below. Jack needs those people safe just as much as the Doctor ever did.
     The Doctor told Jack that he was “wrong.” That he was never supposed to exist. That he ran away from him because looking at this man who admires him above all others is just too difficult. But he’s willing to keep the Master on the TARDIS indefinitely, maybe forever.
     What exactly is the point of loving and believing in someone who barely acknowledges that you exist?
     And so we come to this scene. Jack’s not just tired, not just recovering from injuries, not just battling PTSD. He’s disillusioned. He’s lost what little was left of his idealized version of the Doctor, the one he maybe tried to believe didn’t leave him behind on purpose, the one who would SURELY come back for him and tell him he’s done good. The one who would make all his suffering worth it. This Doctor MADE him suffer. This Doctor could have saved them all, but tried to save the Master instead. He’s shown where his priorities truly lie– and Jack isn’t even a factor.
     “Jack Harkness is just a slut,” so proclaim the naysayers. But what kind of person who is “just a slut” could smile at the Doctor the way Jack does as he says good-bye, knowing finally that he’ll never truly have a place at the side of the man he waited a century for, and still manages to forgive him?

Captain Jack Harkness. The Man Who Waited. The Man Who Believed. The Man Who Deserved an Apology. The Man Who Should Have Had Better.

I don’t know weather to cry or be impressed at the audacity of Moffat calling Rose Tyler a mary sue.  That giving us extra special almost Time Lord River Song who is the total soul mate of the Doctor.  Then extra special super impossible Clara Oswald that saved all the Doctors and whose puppy eyes convinced the Doctor to basically change history time lock events be dammed.

Day 6: Asexual Awareness Week!

The Doctor

Aroace from Doctor Who

Yeah, yeah, he’s an alien and the last (almost) of the Time Lords and all that, so maybe if he wasn’t just surrounded by humans?  Sometimes I figure this is just totally canon, but then different doctors vary in the degree of their aromantic/asexual qualities, although I still think that’s how he’s MEANT to be.

Just him.  Him and the TARDIS.


>> Explanatory blurb is under the cut.

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anonymous asked:

Immortal space girlfriends is the best way to end...everything but I once again find myself frustrated because I really want a show about Bill and Heather, just like I also really want a show about Clara and Ashildr

They meet up by accident and it works out great because after a few centuries Clara and Ashildr were finally forced to admit They Cannot Read The Fucking Manual And Do Not Know How To Fly The Ship, so Heather decides to help them out. They run into Jenny, who crashed her stolen spacecraft roughly 40 minutes after taking off seeing as she was only just born and had never flown before, and after they hear her story they realize they have to track the Doctor’s ass down for her. They keep following leads but always end up just missing him, and then get roped into helping out the people he just left, the situations ranging from ‘Children of Earth’ level catastrophes to ‘hey this man just toppled our government and ruined our economy before putting on sunglasses and leaving What Do We Do Now’. The girls start to build up their own huge doctor-like reputations, to the point where he eventually knows their looking for him and actively starts searching himself (on his own show, of course) but they still keep missing each other. Clara, Ashildr and Jenny are all horrendously stubborn backseat drivers and Heather’s always exasperated. Bill takes to her new powers the way Peter Quil takes to his in gotg2 and keeps making weird shit. At some point Clara runs into that hot cyborg guy from the Ocean’s 11 episode and he becomes a recurring character, only because Jenny’s banging him but they’re pretending nothing’s happening, like ‘fuck off Clara it’s not suspicious I’m in your TARDIS shirtless’, ‘yes it is Psi tell me what you’re doing here’, ‘we both know I have memory problems’, but that’s like the entirety of what he does. River Song occasionally cameos, alive or as a data ghost is up for debate, to give them some cryptic messages. Ashildr keeps her promise to look out for all the people the Doctor leaves behind so this show is like the place to be if you want an old companion cameo. A recurring plot for half a season is Clara being torn between Ashildr and Jane Austen. They don’t ever need a sonic screwdriver dues ex machina because Heather and Bill can literally control atoms. When one of the other girls get mad at Clara they hold eye contact with her while eating slowly and deliberately since she’s pissed she can’t eat anymore. Everyone always has amazing hair for no explainable reason and they always get real excited if they have to hit up a place that requires fancy dresses. Bill and Clara are both super into PDA but their respective girlfriends are a bit more shy and it’s fucking adorable. Jenny supplies a lot of the more angsty arcs because she’s really worried she’s never gonna find her father, and she doesn’t understand why he left her on Mesaline in the first place. A recurring theme in the show is What It Means To Be Human, as all of the girls are no longer that (two goddesses, one immortal, one dead girl, and one almost-time lord) and struggle with the repercussions/trying to remember. The two shows finally converge into each other with the girls finding the Doctor during the next big anniversary special, and who knows how that could actually go. They accidentally adopt a space cat™ and that causes a running gag because their TARDIS doesn’t like it. 

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

Arya had loved nothing better than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She had loved listening to the men on the benches too; to freeriders tough as leather, courtly knights and bold young squires, grizzled old men-at-arms. She used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children. Fat Tom used to call her “Arya Underfoot,” because he said that was where she always was. She’d liked that a lot better than “Arya Horseface.”

Reminder that Canon Arya never looked down upon the smallfolk, was instead a friend to them, loved talking to them, and they loved her back and she would think of names for their kids and they would give her food and they also had a nickname for her.

(So no, it’s not surprising that she didn’t randomly kill those Lannister soldiers.)

the stranger things cast, according to my grandma:

finn: “he’s gonna be a little heartbreaker when he gets older, he’s so adorable.”

gaten: “i’m adopting that one, he’s precious! look at his little curls and that smile!”

noah: “oh my god, he’s so tiny! can i adopt him, too? he reminds me a little of that big-eyed guy from the wizard ring movies you used to watch all the time.” (it took me almost five minutes to realize she meant lord of the rings and i think she was referring to elijah wood)

caleb: “another future heartbreaker.”

millie: “hey, we have the same name! but she’s much more gorgeous than i was or ever will be. she looks so stylish.”

charlie: “river phoenix.”

joe: “flock of seagulls cover band front man. also looks like that guy who played the spidery man.”

natalia: “gorgeous flower child.”

david: “big burly man who i would be very interested in dating.”

winona: “isn’t she the woman you’re in love with?”

Arya & Food

One theme that i find gets kind of overlooked in the fandom is Arya and food/the hearth. Food may not seem to be a big thing in her story, but it comes up a lot. Part of the fact that she is starving the majority of the time plays a role, but i do not think Martin would bring up food again and again if it did not mean anything.

I think that one of the ways that Martin uses food in Arya’s story is showing her connection to others. Sharing a meal, small as it is, can be a bonding ritual. After Gendry defends Arya from Hot Pie and Lommy she shares some of the rabbit she caught with him.  

“She whacked it with her stick and grabbed it by its ears, and Yoren stewed it with some mushrooms and wild onions. Arya was given a whole leg, since it was her rabbit. She shared it with Gendry.”- Arya, GOT 

I think that we can add this moment to the list of “why Gendry and Arya were close”.

 Another moment is when she goes to the House of Black and White. They start her off in the kitchens with Umma and they teach her how to serve food and drink (that is a running theme is seems since Arya was Roose Bolton’s cupbearer when she was enslaved at Harrenhal). Also it’s kind of implied that she wargs into a cat as Blind Beth (still wondering how she figured that out…) and  we know she kind of bonded with the cats of Braavos when she was selling seafood. She used to throw some of the food for them. Maybe the face changed, but the smell of her didn’t or maybe she has been sharing food with cats. There is going to be a reason that the cat followed her to the house of Black and White. 

“I saw you. “I gave you three. I don’t need to give you four.” Maybe on the morrow she would tell him about the cat that had followed her home last night from Pynto’s, the cat that was hiding in the rafters, looking down on them.” - Arya, ADWD

One of the most important food related things to arya is what her father taught her. 

“Back at Winterfell, they had eating in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them.” - Arya, GOT

“Arya loved nothing more than to sit at her father’s table and listen to them talk. She loved listening to the men on the benches too…she used to throw snowballs at them and help them steal pies from the kitchen. Their wives gave her scones and she invented names for their babies and played monsters-and-maidens and hide-the-treasure and come-into-my-castle with their children.”- Arya, GOT

Food sharing is still a part of Arya’s life even when she’s not at home. She shares with Weasel and Gendry and Hot Pie, she learns languages while she eats with the Waif, she makes friends when she is selling oysters and clams as Cat of the Canals. Her story at it’s very roots is about the hearth and home even down to the little things we don’t really think about like food.  

Joss nodded. “If it please His Grace—” 

“His Grace is hunting across the Blackwater,” Ned said, wondering how a man could live his whole life a few days ride from the Red Keep and still have no notion what his king looked like. Ned was clad in a white linen doublet with the direwolf of Stark on the breast; his black wool cloak was fastened at the collar by his silver hand of office. Black and white and grey, all the shades of truth. “I am Lord Eddard Stark, the King’s Hand. Tell me who you are and what you know of these raiders.”

This is so very Ned Stark. So very, very Ned Stark, who takes a very personal approach to ruling. Ned gets to know the people he rules:

Back at Winterfell, they had eaten in the Great Hall almost half the time. Her father used to say that a lord needed to eat with his men, if he hoped to keep them. “Know the men who follow you,” she heard him tell Robb once, “and let them know you. Don’t ask your men to die for a stranger.” At Winterfell, he always had an extra seat set at his own table, and every day a different man would be asked to join him. One night it would be Vayon Poole, and the talk would be coppers and bread stores and servants. The next time it would be Mikken, and her father would listen to him go on about armor and swords and how hot a forge should be and the best way to temper steel. Another day it might be Hullen with his endless horse talk, or Septon Chayle from the library, or Jory, or Ser Rodrik, or even Old Nan with her stories.

It’s so completely foreign to Ned, this distance that the King has, the insularity of being “high above them all” while ruling, the arrogance, the elitism, and tbh I think GRRM is critiquing this across ASOIAF, from Aerys’s rule (Arthur Dayne talking to the smallfolk in the Kingswood and getting down on their level and finding out what they needed) to the problems Daenerys faces ruling Meereen high in the pyramid. 

In ASOIAF, there’s a call to bring it back to the people, to make it more personal, to care more about people’s lives, and I love how the Iron Throne plays such an important role in this theme, I love it.

Essays in Existentialism: Ice and Fire

Winter came.

The dead would not die and stay dead, the world was at war with itself, and to compound the misery, winter came with a wrath that was a distant memory for most who lived. It did not creep in, nor did it apologize for its untimely birth. Instead, it just rattled the doors and ravaged the land in a different kind of war.

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so i played around with voice recognition and this is what i got

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Well it’s been quite the year and well all lot of bad things happened (for me most were very personal) there were good things. And when I say good things I mean good people. Scratch that amazing people! These people helped me get through the year so that I would see this new one (even if the year is already starting bad for me). And even though I may not know a lot of them personally I still want to personally thank each and everyone of them. (Also I can draw better than this sorry)

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