come one what did you expect me to do when i get space with dw

How Do I Love Thee?

One morning Cas found it taped to the bathroom mirror:

I love thee with the passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints,–I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life!–and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

Later, at breakfast, he waved the paper at Dean. “Elizabeth Barrett Browning?” he asked.

“What?” protested Dean, ears pink. “I read. Not as much as you since you moved in here, but I read.”

“I like the poem,” Cas said. “And aside from the fact that you had no ‘childhood faith’, it fits, I think.”

“That’s not quite true,” Dean said quietly. “I didn’t believe in Chuck when I was a child, that’s true enough. But Mom taught me to believe in angels.” He looked up at Cas, grinning. “And yes, it fits. After all the crap we’ve done for him, Chuck had better give us a place together in heaven after we die!”

“I have hope,” said Cas.

*****

A few days later, Cas found a sky blue scrap of paper on the passenger seat of the Impala:

He walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that’s best of dark and bright

Meet in his aspect and his eyes.

He smiled at Dean. “A bit liberal with the pronouns, but I like it.Tennyson.”

“I liked the part about the starry skies and the eyes. It made me think of you. And “all that’s best of dark and bright”? I couldn’t describe your wings better. So what if I changed it a bit…” Dean mumbled.

Cas leaned over to brush his lips against Dean’s cheek. “It’s perfect.”

*****

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The Doctor Always Lies (Eleventh x Reader)

Character: Eleventh Doctor

Fandom: Doctor Who

Categories: Reader Insert, Female!Reader, Angst

Title: The Doctor Always Lies


Requested by anon:

hi can you do a 11th doctor x female reader based off “rule number one the doctor always lies” and just like quite angsty and dramatic thank you also hope you had a wonderful christmas and new year !! x

Requested by anon:

Can you do an imagine about doctor who (eleven) where the reader and the doctor are on an adventure and they meet a weeping angel but reader gets caught by one then the doctor saves the reader and at the end they kiss (lots of fluff pls)

Requested by @darkknightiplier:

The reader getting in trouble with some kind of alien or other kind of supernatural thing. The Doctor saves you in time and feels like there’s something special about you that he gives you a key to the tardis and the reader becoming the companion?


There was something in the air. An eerie feeling confirmed my hunch that something strange was happening that day.

I tried to go on with my life, even if a constant dread told me something awful was about to happen. Something I couldn’t really explain. An intuition, perhaps.

All I knew was the environment felt different. And just as I thought about that, I realized something: I couldn’t hear a sound.

That was odd, especially because the streets were usually crowded with people and filled with varied noises. The silence was unsettling all of a sudden, even if some days I found myself wishing for it.

I warily walked around the streets, wondering what was happening, when I saw it.

A strange figure, which oddly resembled a statue even if I had a feeling it could move. It was right in front of me, and I was paralyzed by fear.

“Don’t move!” A voice yelled behind me, making me turn my head. “And don’t blink!”

“What?” I asked in confusion, frowning as I stared at the strange man running in my direction.

“No, don’t look at me! Look at it!” The man told me urgently, pointing a finger to the statue in front of me. “Keep your eyes on it!”

I obeyed, turning my head again so I was facing it. Once my eyes were settled on it, I realized it was closer. At mere centimeters from my face.

I screamed in fear, realizing it had actually moved. It was alive, or at least sentient. Which was extremely scary.

Especially due to the fact that it had moved its hands to uncover his eyes and the angelical and calm posture from before evolved into a threatening and wild one that seemed to imply it wanted to kill me. Judging by its teeth and terrifying appearance.

“What is this?!” I exclaimed, keeping my eyes on the statue and trying not to blink as the man had commanded me to.

“Weeping angels” He replied, getting ahold of my wrist and cautiously and slowly pulling at it. “If you aren’t looking at them, they move and get you”

“Then what should we do?” I gulped, breathing heavily because of the fear that was taking over me.

“Just keep looking” He said as though he was trying to stay calm.

“Okay” I slowly walked with him as he gently pulled at my wrist, still trying to take a few steps away from them.

“Oh, and one more thing?”

“What?”

“Run!”

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“Thin Ice” quicktakes:

  • Bill/the TARDIS is canon nailed it
  • “History’s a whitewash’ thank
  • no but this was such a good way to balance the whole ‘time travel to the past in majority-white areas will suck for non-white people’ thing with ‘but also can we have a fun adventure’ - acknowledged, made part of the story, but also not a weepy ‘those poor people’ thing. i am not an expert here, but i like how this was handled
  • that ‘how many people have you watched die’ sequence fuck
  • the dr keeping food in their hat i mean obvs look at all space they’d be wasting otherwise
  • the bit where they first meet the whale thing - this show is generally very script-forward, v talky and with aggressive incidental music; cutting the dialogue and letting the scene play out isn’t a move i’d expect it to make, but it works, and it’s nice. in general this season feels a bit more director/DP-forward, like each episode has a specific visual language, and there’s a - like a trust? in the director/DP/editor/etc to take a basic direction ('Dr and Bill look @ whale thing’) and make it work without explicating it. i like this, i enjoy this
  • Sarah Dollard made Peter Capaldi say 'tattoo’ again #writergoals
  • god i fuckin love angler fish and i don’t care how bad the prop is i love it. rule #19782 of DW (and horror in general): make the vague implication spooky as shit and the reveal as crap as you can
  • Doctor Disceaux~
  • mmmmmmmm that opening mournful whine of 12’s theme coming in just after they were a jerk and immediately before they turn back into the better 12 that 12 can be. i have my qualms with Murray but he does know how to leverage a motif
  • Bill side-eying the Dr when they ask if Douche McFucklord’s family kept a record of the people the whale thing killed
  • the villain is Whitefuck Racistington Ancap the III and i am living
  • "Don’t be smug, smug belongs to me” “i just wanna know how long it takes to be able to make a speech like that” “i didn’t save them, you did…Boss” i love them so much i love this relationship this is a true and great brotp
  • are Whouffaldi diehards arguing about how only Clara can be the Boss have we come full circle yet
  • 12 and Bill were both very pretty in their Hats and Fancy Frocks; i am a bisexual
  • and i love Bill so much i love her joy and earnest open emotional responses and her 'yeah aiight fuck you then’ retreats and her confused but hopeful empathy and BILL
  • also 12 my boy who is so much more willing to learn and admit they’ve fucked up but just as good at fucking up as they’ve always been
  • did i mention the hats
  • those were great fucking hats
  • also again in re 12&Bill i love that she appeals to their better nature but it’s not like a, ‘oh if only you were kind you’d listen to my gentle plea’, it’s a ‘ok ok OK ok fuck you also: fuck you what is wrong with you, you asshole’ and then later 12 is like ‘i might have learned a lesson but do not look at me directly’ and it’s just
  • and i love how Bill gets to freak out and cry but it doesn’t come off as a weakness, just a regular necessary human thing, and then that regular necessary human thing turns out to be the hinge point like it is powerful, and listening to that regular human thing is powerful, and this show i swer
  • sorry did i mention the hats i forget
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“Of Conduct and Procedure: Multi-Faceted”

Fourth Installment, dedicated to @katiethemstie

Originally, the Eighth Doctor was all over this, but the fic evolved so that he doesn’t actually make himself physically known. He’s just talked about a lot. He’ll be present in a future installment, I’m sure, so for those of you who were looking forward to seeing him, don’t be disappointed. And for my Classic Who fans, look! It’s Seven!


The TARDIS was in between stages. She had changed a lot, under Seven’s watch, and at this point in her timeline, she was still a mix between the more sterile aura that Six had left behind and the dim-lit, paper-and-tea-scented, homey place she would be by time Seven would start losing his hair (which was a terrible shame, considering the Doctor’s tradition of keeping a fabulous head of hair through all his regenerations, but then again, who was Nine to judge?).

At the moment, though, Seven was still in his younger years and still the keeper of a full head of hair. And he was calmly preparing mint tea like it was nobody’s business, which was mostly true, seeing as the only other person in the TARDIS with him was… himself.

“So, what is the matter?” Seven asked. Nine immediately wanted to call Seven out on his placating tone, because I was you and I remember and I practically invented that tone of voice so don’t you dare use that on me, but he found himself… placated. Well, as much as he remembered being Seven, he had forgotten how good Seven was at this. This, being… well, whatever it was. “It must be something important if you crossed timelines to talk to yourself about it.”

“We met a girl,” said Nine.

“Oh, dear, that’s awfully specific,” Seven snarked casually, shifting the kettle. “Please, be more vague so that we can include basically every day of our lives and ninety-five percent of our companions.”

“Shut it. I’m the one who’s supposed to be a snark, not you,” Nine said. He would have been amused if he wasn’t in such a foul temper.

“Hmph. I can be whatever I want to be.” Seven shifted the kettle again, more out of habit than necessity, since moving the tea kettle did absolutely nothing. “So, tell me. What’s so important about the girl.”

“We love her.” Sometimes blunt really was the way to go, especially with one’s own self.

“We do?” Seven looked as startled as he had ever been, which was saying something, considering how many times he had gotten a gun pointed in his face. Really should be a bit more wary of guns, Nine thought, remembering Seven’s unfortunate and honestly stupid end, but it wasn’t as if he could warn his younger self, so he stayed silent on that matter. Seven stared Nine down, looking for some hint as to his future self’s meaning, and he must have found it genuine, because he suddenly went slack in his seat and said, “Oh, my. We do.”

“Yeah.”

Seven’s eyes darted aimlessly before settling on Nine’ shoe. “So. Love. I never thought….”

“Neither did I,” Nine agreed, bobbing his head in a nod. “But she’s fantastic.”

A small smile lit Seven’s face. “So, did you come just to tell me the big news, or did you need something? Not that news like that isn’t enough. I won’t be able to remember it, but I’ll still have that sensation of looking forward to something. Thank you.”

“S’pose I should tell the others,” Nine pondered, before shaking himself. “But I’m here because… well, I did something stupid.”

“Oh, of course,” Seven groaned. “I may not be particularly knowledgeable of your regeneration, seeing as you do come sometime after me, but I think I can guess that it was something you said. Our talent with words doesn’t seem to last past myself.”

“It does, though,” corrected the Ninth with a sneer. “It lasts through Eight, that’s for certain.”

For a moment or two, Seven was pleased, before he noticed Nine’s sneer of disdain. “Oh, dear. What does this have to do with Eight?”

“Well, y’see, it started…” Nine leaned forward, and so did Seven, both looking as though they were about to divulge the secrets of the universe. “Um… Oh, this is weird. Thing is, she’s human.”

“Human?” echoed Seven, his eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. “Well, I suppose that’s… very much like us, to give our affections to a human. I never really considered it, I don’t think.”

“You will.”

“Hm. So, what’s it like? Loving a… a human.”

“Fantastic.” Nine smiled. “Not like those Gallifreyan ladies. She’s not full of it, actin’ better’n I am ’cause-a station. She’s jus’… her. Wants to see the whole universe. I get to show her everythin’. And she tries so hard, jus’t’be alive. Harder’n any Gallifreyan in history ever bothered to.”

A warm, toasty feeling started to crackle to life between Seven’s hearts. “That sounds… wonderful.”

“Is. Problem, though,” admitted Nine.

Seven turned to gather two teacups from the cabinet. Nine looked at the delicate cups with some level of amusement. They didn’t really suit him or Seven, but they had been around for so long, he couldn’t imagine getting rid of them. He hadn’t dared to take them out around you, but now that he thought about it, maybe you would find them as funny as he did.

“Of course there is,” said Seven, snatching the kettle off the burner (and, really, was that a Bunsen burner? Why did he even own one of those, much less make tea on it?). “Go on.”

“Well, being human, she doesn’t really know about the courtin’ procedures,” Nine admitted. Seven saw where the conversation was going and immediately groaned and allowed his head to bump against the cabinet door with a dull thud. “My thoughts exactly. And the worst part is’at I’m not all that good at courtin’ in the first place. I tried a few little things, messed the last one up horribly.”

“Double down,” Seven mused. “So you want me to help–” and then Seven paused, because the whole conversation clicked in his mind like the final piece of a jigsaw puzzle. “Eight is good with words, you said. You went to him for help.”

“Yeah,” said Nine. “Eight is… well, you’ll understand when you’re him, but it seemed like the perfect plan. He’s good with that sort of… thing. Women, I guess. He practically memorized the courting procedures, and he’s very… charming, y’could say, so I thought it would work.”

“What would work? You didn’t… oh. You did.”

“I took ’er t’see’im,” Nine admitted, scrubbing a palm down his face and covering his eyes. Seven scooted a cup of freshly-brewed tea under the other Doctor’s rather prominent nose. The steam rose up and wetted Nine’s skin. “It seemed like a good idea. He was so lonely, y’know. That body wanted love more’n any o’ the others did, so I thought he would be the most willing to help. Was a bit too willing.”

“Ah.” Seven sipped his tea and instantly regretted it. The liquid was scalding. “So.”

“He was all over her!” Nine exclaimed, suddenly throwing both hands into the air. If he hadn’t been feeling so tired, he might have jumped out of his chair to pace, as well. “I swear, second I told him who she was to us, he practically ran over and snogged her right then and there.”

“Well, you did say he wanted love more than the rest of us, and that’s saying something, considering how much we’ve wanted a… a bond-mate, over the centuries.”

Nine scoffed. “Either way, he was ridiculous. Eight’s very tactile, no sense of personal space, so I was expecting him to get a bit touchy with her, but he had her sitting on his lap. On his lap, hear me? I’ve known her for years, few weeks ago I finally get her to lie down on the couch with me, and in less than five minutes he’s got her on his lap, holding his hand. Oh, n’his hands were everywhere. On her face, in her hair, on her thigh, blast it. And she didn’t stop ’im, either.”

“Why would you want her to?” Seven asked, confused. “He’s us, he was forward enough to initiate courting touches, and she accepted. That’s perfect. What’s the problem?”

“She’s human, Doctor,” said Nine, frowning. “From a Gallifreyan woman, that might have been perfect, but she’s human. To her, it wasn’t me. It was a man who was more handsome and better spoken than me, touching her, and she was fine with it.”

“So you didn’t tell her that you and Eight are the same person? That we’re all the Doctor, despite our differences?” asked Seven, who was beginning to wonder if his counterpart had lost some brain cells through regeneration.

“Of course I did, but–”

“But nothing!” Seven cut his future self off abruptly. “You explained to her that Eight is you, she met Eight, and she accepted his courting offers. Maybe she doesn’t know the first thing about courting procedures, but it sounds to me as if he was making himself rather obvious. If she accepted it from him, then she accepted it from you, just as much as from me and all of us who come before and after.”

Nine was silent.

“I don’t know how your regeneration thinks,” Seven continued, voice much softer, “but I don’t think we would fall in love with a girl who wouldn’t love all of us. If she is who I hope she is, then she knows that we’re all… us. If she accepted Eight, she accepted us all, and that includes you, in case you didn’t notice. Now, stop being a jealous sod and go to her.”

Slowly, Nine eased his way out of his chair. His eyes wandered over the TARDIS’s mixed interior, obviously recalling when it had been his, what had come before and what would come after. Then he looked down at Seven, and Seven saw a light in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“I’d better get back to her, then,” Nine said, a smile playing at his lips but not coming all the way through. “Y’know… seems t’me like ya understand it all better than I do, and you haven’t even met her yet.”

“Maybe so,” Seven admitted, shrugging. He dipped his head down to take a sip of tea, but, remembering the perfectly unacceptable temperature, he refrained. “Still, would you give her my love?”

The smile turned into a full grin. “Aye. I’ll do that.”

And just like that, Nine swiftly escaped from Seven’s TARDIS and into the rough terrain of whatever planet they had agreed to meet each other on. Seven knew that Nine’s TARDIS couldn’t be far away, which meant that you were probably close by. He stamped down the temptation to follow Nine, to catch a glimpse of you, or maybe just to hear your voice. He wanted to know. As confident as he had acted for his counterpart’s sake, he didn’t know anything about you, and he wished… he just wanted to know something about you. Anything.

Someday, he thought, sipping the tea that had finally cooled, someday.

He would have to forget all of this. If he didn’t, it would cause a paradox. But there was nothing saying that he had to forget immediately. He could keep the memory for a day, or two. Maybe… maybe, if he kept the memory overnight, he would dream of you. Yes. Just overnight, and then he would make himself forget. Until then, though… he could imagine.

Phil’s Liveshow 3/9/2016

*many of these quotes are not word-for-word, but basically what he said

  • He was eating “Prawn Cocktail” Pringles while playing The Witcher 3 before he came on
  • The cat shirt is back! (the one with the secret pocket) found in the bottom of his closet
  •  lost his Captain America shirt :(( 
  • He was also wearing shorts (cheeky knee) & non-matching fox socks 

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My complicated feelings about the fic kudos/comments/lack thereof discussion, let me show you them.

Has the switch to Tumblr-based fandom resulted in a drop in commenting on fics? Yes. Has it affected me? Hell yes. I don’t write fic anymore for a variety of reasons - nothing is speaking to me enough to make me want to write - but part of that lack of motivation is definitely feeling like I’m posting into the void. 

Writing is a peculiar mix of personal and community; you want to write something that makes you happy, because otherwise writing is as terrible and boring a grind as most day jobs. You want to write something that makes other people happy, because it reinforces the idea that that your writing is worthwhile. Sure, some people can write one without the other. I’m sure there are people out there who are perfectly content churning out whatever juggernaut pairing fic people seem to want, without actually feeling passionate about it themselves, because the attention is enough, just as I’m sure there are people out there writing fic just to please themselves and never posting it or caring if they get feedback. Both of those are perfectly valid ways of thinking; most of us, though, lay somewhere in the middle. We want to have fun writing, to be passionate about the characters and pairings and canons we write about, but we also want to affect someone else with our writing, to entertain, to give another fan something they want.

The problem is, combining those two things is a very inexact science. That pairing you love might have a tiny following. Your fandom might be on the decline, and have fewer people around now than it did two months ago. Or the opposite - maybe your small, niche fandom has blown up, and there’s suddenly more people there than ever before! Maybe you’re writing the juggernaut pairing, but you love writing gritty drama when the rest of the fandom loves fluff and curtain fic. Sometimes, the stars align and your passions match the passions of the rest of the fandom. But most of the time, that’s not going to happen.

But yes, current fandom culture is part of the issue. The only way to interact on LJ/DW was commenting. Places like Tumblr and AO3 (and ff.net, let’s not forget) have given people an easier way of acknowledging things. I consider this a good thing! If I counted up my kudos on AO3 versus all the comments I ever got on fic on LJ, I can tell you with 99.9999% surety that I would have at least 5x the number of kudos than I ever got comments. I am getting more feedback now than I did on LJ. I suspect that a majority of people who have been in both LJ and Tumblr/AO3 fandom - people who were not BNFs and/or did not have a fic blow up and become super popular - would find similar results, if they were to count. 

(This assumes you count kudos as feedback. I do. And what’s more, I find the “kudos aren’t good enough” mindset to be inexplicable, and in a lot of cases, unreasonable.)

But comments are better than kudos, without a doubt. There’s something infinitely gratifying about the idea that someone was moved enough by your story to actually say something to you. I would, however, ask those who think LJ fandom was infinitely better about feedback these questions:

- How many comments did you get that simply said “I loved this!” or “This was great!” or “Awesome, thanks for writing!” … or anything short like that? 

- Of the above short comments, how many of those ACTUALLY turned into a conversation and/or a friendship? 

I’m not saying that LJ culture didn’t have more in-depth commenting. It did. And I, like most writers, would love to see more in-depth commenting on my fic. But sometimes it seems like people over-romanticize LJ comment culture. Most of us weren’t getting a whole page of detailed feedback that told us exactly what lines people loved or how well we wrote a character. For me, in my biggest fandom, I was happy to get 3-4 of those comments on one long (20K+) story. Yes, that’s more than many long stories average these days. It would be awesome to go back to something like that. It’s a conversation absolutely worth having, about how to maybe encourage more interaction, especially in the days of Tumblr’s screwy communication.

There’s nothing wrong with wanting attention. There’s nothing wrong with being disappointed when your feedback/interaction drops off, or is nonexistent. There’s nothing wrong with mentioning that you’re feeling down about it. The problem is, though, that these conversations frequently frame the subject as “readers are WRONG and SELFISH and taking advantage of poor authors!” And this is where I put my foot down and move over to the side of the readers.

The thing is, at the end of the day, you (the author) chooses to write and post your fic. Unless you’re writing for an exchange/gift situation, you don’t have a specific goal, or a specific audience. You’re hoping to find a good audience, but there’s no contract, social or otherwise, that requires someone to read, like, or respond to your story. You’re posting your story in a public space. You lose control over feedback or response the minute you hit “post.” 

Does fandom work better when there’s an exchange between writer and reader (or any creator and their audience)? Of course it does! Is it nice, if a reader enjoys a story at all, for them to leave a comment? Naturally! Should readers have a thought for the author of a fanfic after they read something? Sure!

Should authors continue to post about how ungrateful readers are? NO. STOP NOW. THIS IS DOING THE OPPOSITE OF WHAT YOU WANT.

This, I think, is where the current Tumblr method of communication is failing us most. Tumblr’s lack of care about how we talk to each other just exacerbates it. We’re shouting at each other, not having conversations. And for this topic, every author’s definition of “proper feedback” is different. Some of us are happy with kudos and the occasional comment. Some people would rather get an “I loved this” comment than kudos. Some people aren’t happy unless they only get comments that detail exactly what they did right. All authors are here for different reasons, and that’s okay! The problem is, you can’t force your readership to conform to your particular reasoning. Not unless you choose to post something locked, and only give access to those who promise to give you what you want. And if you do try to dictate how people respond to your writing, either by locking it our including specific notes or trying to shame readers on Tumblr, you’re limiting your audience, because not everyone is going to want to engage with you the way you want. 

“But I want the widest audience possible!” That’s great! But then you have to accept your lack of control. 

So how DO we encourage more feedback, more communication? First thing, I think, is to look at how we ourselves interact. How do YOU leave feedback for other authors? I am constantly surprised at the number of people - not a majority by any stretch, but still a decent number - I find who say “oh, I don’t really read other fic, I just write my own.” If YOU’RE not commenting or interacting, why do you expect other people to comment or interact with you? Community is more than a one-way street. But even if you are reading and commenting on other fic on a regular basis, it’s worth it to remember that people in general are more likely to give their time and attention to someone who seems willing to give time and attention back. Fandom is not just about consumers giving something of value to creators. If you want a conversation, you have to be willing to start it.

And it’s not just about commenting on fic. It’s about showing an interest in other people in fandom overall. Some of the difference between now and, say, 2008 is that we’re posting fic in a different place than we otherwise interact. This has advantages and disadvantages, and one disadvantage is that it separates the fic from the rest of the conversation. This is one reason I miss LJ/DW style fandom. Tumblr is not built for long text. It’s just not, and it never will be. So until fandom moves on to another platform, we’re left with this divide. There’s no easy way to fix it, but keeping an open, friendly presence on Tumblr (or wherever you do fandom) does still help create more interactive readers. 

But still, you can be the friendliest, most interactive person, and still not get the feedback you want. You can comment on a dozen fics without getting one comment on yours. There’s no predicting it. There’s no controlling it. It sucks, and we definitely need to continue talking about how to promote reader engagement. I just cringe every time I see a post that blames or shames readers for not commenting more. The problem isn’t really reader laziness. The problem is the platforms we use, and the way we communicate, and the different expectations and standards different authors have, and a dozen other things. We should be talking about how to minimize those problems, how to better communication across the fannish board. 

(Example: the insistence that no one add their own comments to Tumblr posts, and instead confine any commentary to tags. I’ve come love tag culture for what it is, but it also discourages a lot of conversation and interaction around here. In this case, fandom has collectively decided to make one-on-one conversations harder, by making the easiest way to respond to a person somehow wrong or taboo. If you think this hasn’t affected how fans communicate, hasn’t added some reticence - is it okay to comment? am I doing something wrong? - think again.)

Fandom has an interaction problem. It’s across the board, but it’s starkly apparent in the way people interact (or don’t) with fic. But Tumblr culture has taught us that yelling, shaming, and making proclamations is the way to answer problems, and that won’t do anything to fix this. In fact, I think it’s making this particular problem worse. Do I have any solutions? No. But I wish more people would have the conversation. Shaming people never makes things better.