I don’t know if I said it before or not but just to make sure; I did re-write the story and characters from TCM so all the answered asks, comic strips and stuff from before I released The Prologue are not accurate. I discarded and changed several ideas so yeah, just have it in mind
There were four dead girls in that pit, tonight. John’s trying not to think about it. When has that ever, ever worked.
His hand on the bottle is shaky, fumbling. He’s sore, from the fight, bruises swelling up and blood smeared tacky over the long scrapes on his side, his shirt ruined. Another shirt ruined. He tries to refill his glass but his left hand is weak, his wrist maybe sprained, and he fumbles it. “Fuck,” he says, out loud, his mouth slow with it. The glass thumps safe down to the thin ratty carpet, rolls away. He takes a swallow straight off the bottle instead, lets it hit his throat like scalding water, roll hot down to the pit of his empty belly. Four girls, he thinks. In the dark he couldn’t see the color of their hair, whether they were young or young. Just the tumbled white pile of their limbs, their blood a uniform black in the moonlight.
“Hey,” he hears, “come on,” and there’s–god. Pale skin, and the room’s so dark, and his vision is blurry for some reason, his grip loose on the bottle. A smaller hand comes in and catches it as it starts to tip, takes it easy out of his reach. “Come on,” the voice says, quiet, “bed, come on. It’s okay.”
So the Indian Supreme Court passed a judgement today which basically states that freedom of sexual orientation is now a fundamental right in the country. And any discrimination on basis of sexual orientation will now be taken as unconstitutional and against the law.
This from a country where homosexuality was illegal till date. Like, today I am literally shook™ but so, so proud of India.
❝ Who would you rather be friends with? Bowie or Kenny Rogers? [-Ugh.] Exactly. It’s no contest. The thing is, nobody normal ever accomplished anything meaningful in this world.❞ s t r a n g e r t h i n g s; MADMAX
‘Heroes are important. History books tell us who we used to be, documentaries tell us who we are now, but heroes tell us who we want to be and a lot of our heroes depress me. But you know when they made this particular hero (The Doctor), they didn’t give him a gun, they gave him a screwdriver to fix things. And not a tank or warship or X-wing fighter. They gave him a call box from which you can call for help. And they didn’t give him a superpower or pointy ears or a heat ray. They gave him an extra heart. They give him two hearts and that’s an extraordinary thing because I don’t think there will ever be a time when we don’t need a hero like the Doctor.’