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ID #15212

Name: Bailey
Age: 15
Country: USA

Hello everyone. My name is Bailey, and I am looking for someone to chat with, either by email or the Tumblr chat. I like tv shows such as Supernatural, Dr Who, Sherlock, but I am open to trying new shows. I like practically any kind of movies, the same goes for music. I am a Ravenclaw and INFJ, and books are my life. I am in my sophomore year of high school (soon to be junior), and I want to be a psych major.

Preferences: I am looking for someone to talk with, from idle chit chat to deep conversations, no hate or bigotry, and ages 15-17. Any country, any gender. LGBTQ+, open to learning new languages.

anonymous asked:

ok but why do you like moffat era who at all its complete trash

i don’t think i’ve gotten dr who-related hate since 2013 this is…….. nostalgic

anyways. i don’t think my answers are going to satisfy you because everything i like about it has to do with how it makes me feel and the impact it’s had on me, and clearly we haven’t had the same experience

i don’t think this is a genuine question on your part, or that i would be able to do any convincing, so it’s probably not worth it to go into great detail – i mean, at the core i do love the characters it’s featured, their relationships, the sort of fairy-tale feel or sci-fi/fantasy blend of moods it has at times, the many callbacks it makes to the classic series, and the creativity of the stories. but i don’t think you came into to my ask box actually wanting to hear that.

i think what i should say instead is that it’s very worth considering that there are reasons certain stories might be important to someone? and that even if you don’t like those stories, it doesn’t change that. and it’s worth thinking about how you talk about them. at least directly to the people in question. that’s not to say you have to be uncritical – even i acknowledge and have problems with the era in question. but there’s a major difference between that and… well, just being insulting about it?

i’m not even asking you to like what i like, so hopefully this isn’t too challenging to consider, but shifting your mindset from “this is trash because i don’t like it, and so no one should” maybe try “i don’t like this, but other people do, and they must have reasons”

if i misinterpreted your tone and you really do want some more detailed explanations, this is something i’d be willing to talk about. but this felt weirdly antagonistic to me and i feel like that’s the message that was intended, which isn’t something i want to get wrapped up in

tl;dr just… be nice, maybe?

Flug snickered and crossed his arms, looking like the poster child for the word smugness.

“You guys will never guess this! You’ve never met them!”

Behind Flug’s back, a black hole like the ones you would see in cartoons opened on the ground. A gloved hand reached out and snapped before slinking back in and disappearing just as quickly as it had showed up.

“Wha-Where am I? I was in the middle of a trial!”

“This isn’t my classroom…”

Flug froze and whipped around, his eyes bugging and his mouth dropping.

Before him stood a short, dark-skinned woman dressed in a dark purple pants suit whose messy black hair was pinned back in a low bun. From the back of her suit, a small tail could be scene and her small fangs were bared. Her brown eyes looked around in confusion, until they landed on the man next to her. 

Next to her and looking just as confused was tall and lean. His bright blond hair with frosted blue tips was covered by a white beret and his pink eyes scanning the lab. He wore a black shirt with a rainbow colored music note on it, white pants, black shoes and socks, and white suspenders. Around his jawline, there are bright pink and dark blue scales.

“Tempo,” the woman asked, catching his attention.

“Magic,” he exclaimed, turning to her and dropping his conducting baton.

They stared at one another, tears pricking at their eyes.

“Where’s Fl-”


The two immediately looked at Flug, who was actually crying. They all stood still, simply looking at one another with their mouths open before they ran to each other, embracing one another. They all fell to their knees on the floor, laughing and crying. They did eventually back up, grabbing one another’s hands and sitting in a circle.

“I thought I’d never see you guys again,” they all cried out at the same time.


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