The latest season of Doctor Who is actually… not bad so far. It seems very promising. I don’t know what it is exactly, but something about the writing is more fun, more whimsical than most recent seasons, which were all very dramatic and kind of depressing.

Capaldi in this season “clicks” more as the Doctor. He’s a lot less bitter and grumpy than in the last season which makes him feel less inconsistent when he’s being funny and witty.

The new companion, Bill, is perfectly ordinary, which is a nice breath of fresh air after the last two companions were both anomalies upon anomalies. No impossible girl nonsense, just a normal girl off the street who the Doctor happens to take a liking to, which feels very genuine. She offers a… quirky kind of insight. She asks odd questions you wouldn’t expect but once she says them you do want to know what the Doctor will say in response.

They called me a fool for still watching every season, waiting for it to get good again. Let’s see how long this optimism holds.

yourtropegirl  asked:

Odd OTP questions with McKirk

Originally posted by steveetrevor

Who takes the trash out?

Whoever happens to pass by the trashcan when it’s full. Most of the time, it ends up being Jim, for whatever reason - he suspects that Len is guilty of squashing everything down with his foot in order to buy a couple of inches, but this has never been proven. 

Who is happier when they are out in nature?

Len, absolutely. Len’s a country boy through and through. 

Do either of them avidly follow a celebrity and/or fandom?

Jim’s a total fanboy. Jim loves to read. He loves theater. He loves poetry, history, the arts, philosophy. Jim fanboys over everything. 

Len’ll never openly admit it, but as a kid, he was obsessed with the old-earth classic Indiana Jones. 

Who plans the romantic date?

For the most part, Jim. Early in the relationship, it was Jim who pursued Len, and it’s Jim who constantly manages to pull off last minute swanky dining arrangements at 5-star alien restaurants. Len has the very best intentions, but he’s got awful luck with planning - every time he tries, something goes horribly wrong. This is a continuing source of frustration for him, and a continuing source of amusement for Jim. 

Who calms the other down when the other has a nightmare?

Len has horrible nightmares. He’s suffered from insomnia ever since he was a kid, and the older he gets, the worse it is. He’ll sometimes wake in a panic, throat hoarse and tears in his eyes, and Jim has to hold him, pressing his body into Len’s and soothing back his hair and reminding him where he is. 

Who can’t sleep without the other?

They both suck at sleeping alone. Len openly admits that he needs Jim or he doesn’t get a lick of sleep. Jim, on the other hand, is a little less likely to admit it, but he’s equally affected. It’s a slow, creeping sort of unease, for Jim. Like something’s just not right, and Jim finds that he can’t stay in their cabin while Bones is away.

Who makes the first move to cuddle? 

This depends on the situation. Most of the time, Jim. Jim’s a little more physically needy than Len is, but Len loves a good cuddle, too, and he’s excellent at it. After a botched away mission, though, Len’s the one who needs physical reassurance that Jim’s still breathing.

Who likes to wear the other’s sweaters?

Jim filches Len’s sweaters all the time. Len bitches, but he doesn’t mind a bit. 

anonymous asked:

Odd question but could you see borzoi fitting into farm life at all? Perhaps as dedicated hunting/companion animals with a sturdy fence between them and the tasty domestic prey species? I'm in a transitional period in my life and am trying to figure out if they figure into my intended future lifestyle, whether my reasons for wanting them are good reasons, whether they involve becoming a breeder, etc. and could really use the opinion of someone who lives and works with them on a daily basis.

I’m not quite sure what you are asking…so I’ll try in answer how I interpret what you are saying. 

Borzoi make great companions in basically every setting, as long as they get the adequate exercise needed while growing. Once they are full grown, daily walks and a good hike every so often is sufficient, unless you place to compete on the field with the dog. Then they need much more exercise beyond just running around a yard. They can live around other small prey animals as long as you teach them from a young age. Animals that might bolt suddenly aren’t always safe though, so a good sturdy fence is a must. They are a very easy breed to live with and raise as long as you understand them. Having a fenced yard is ideal for every day use. 

Breeding is a whole nothing ballgame. Placing borzoi takes a lot of work, they aren’t for every home and you have to be prepared to take the dog back if it doesn’t work out regardless of the dogs age. Successful breeders are typically very active in showing, coursing, obedience etc. They have paid their dues as owners and exhibitors. Like myself. Once you become a breeder the borzoi community looks at you completely differently. Others become very critical and less forgiving. So that isn’t always for everyone. Some people have one and done, once they see how hard it can actually be to place dogs if you aren’t well known or have a lot of advocates for your dogs. 

anonymous asked:

Hi Alice, odd question but: Do you believe asexuals belong in the LGBT community? I have a friend who identifies this way, but as a trans girl, I'm struggling to understand how she has to go through the same things as an LGBT person by being asexual. And struggle aside, I don't even see how asexuality is THAT different from heterosexuality, just with more... hesitation!? Maybe this sounds rude, but I know you've written about asexual people etc, and I wondered what you thought. No shade intended

Hi there. I’m glad you reached out to me about this because you must have really upset your friend by saying stuff like this to them.

It’s easy to see why not only cishet people, but also LGBT+ people, think that asexuality is fake. The world is awash with sex and sexual attraction. It’s everywhere. And everyone is supposed to want it and feel it. It’s so extremely normalised that the idea that someone could be literally UNABLE to feel sexual attraction is, to many people, absolutely bizarre and a joke.

Even if you acknowledge that asexuality is real, it’s also easy to see why you would be so quick to reject and get angry at asexual people who call themselves LGBT+. Because asexual people are not like you, are they. Unless they are trans, asexuals don’t have gender troubles, and unless they experience same-gender romantic attraction, asexuals don’t experience same-gender attraction! Lesbian, bi, gay etc people can all be joined together in their experience of same gender attraction, and all trans folks, binary and non binary, can be joined together in their experience of feeing a disconnect from their assigned birth gender.

The result? No one wants asexuals near them. People can’t relate. No one else feels the way asexuals do and people don’t think they should be part of the group. They’re not the same as you.

But oh god, they are not allowed in the cishet club either.

The first thing you need to try and unlearn is that asexuality is in any way similar to heterosexuality. It’s not. It’s so, so fucking not. It’s painful how different it feels to be asexual compared to being heterosexual. Telling an ace person that asexuality isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’ is about as accurate as saying being gay isn’t ‘THAT different from heterosexuality’. Being asexual means you do not experience sexual attraction, ever. EVER. And while that might seem easy to you, it’s an extremely painful and terrifying thing to learn about yourself, in a world where everyone is expected to have an array of sexual experiences, fall in love, get married, and anyone who doesn’t do that is strange and a freak.

Learning you are asexual can be terrifying. When you realise you’ve never had a crush, when all your friends have had ten each, you are terrified. When you pass the age where people have started dating and having sex and you still feel nothing - NOTHING - you are terrified. When you think about ever falling in love and the idea disgusts you, or you think about falling in love and you crave it, god you CRAVE it, but you know you can’t ever feel that, you are terrified. When you realise you will never be able to enjoy a normal romantic/sexual relationship, the ones full of passion like you see in the movies, and people will reject you because you can’t fancy them in that way, and there’s a higher chance for you than anyone else that you will simply die alone, without love, without children - you are terrified.

You think being ace is the same as heterosexuality? You think it’s an easy thing to learn about yourself? Explain the terror, then. I’m all ears.

The fact you see asexuality as 'hesitation’ is really horrifying to me. Asexuals aren’t attracted to the opposite gender but 'hesitant’ to act on it. Asexuals DO NOT feel attraction. To anyone. It’s not a choice. It’s not a way of life. It’s not the same as celibacy out of choice, or being a 'prude’, or waiting till marriage. It is ingrained in you, just like being gay is, just like being trans is. It is a part of you that no matter how hard you try to will it away, no matter how hard you try to persuade yourself otherwise, you cannot help it. You DO NOT feel attracted to ANYONE.

And in saying all this, I fully acknowledge that asexuals do not experience the extent of oppression that other LGBT+ folks do. There are no laws regarding asexuality. Lesbian, gay, bi, trans, and other LGBT+ folks no doubt experience a higher level and intensity of systematic oppression to asexuals, more frequently go through hard experiences due to their orientation or gender. But since when did being LGBT+ become a competition for 'who’s the most oppressed’? Is that what LGBT+ is? You’re only allowed in the club if you’re 'oppressed enough’? If you’re 'gay enough’? If you’re 'trans enough’?

If you need persuading that asexuals do experience their own form of oppression, though, consider the number of asexuals who are coerced into sex in order to 'fix’ them. Consider the emotional pain that I have already discussed, of feeling that there is something fundamentally wrong and gross about you because you feel attracted to no one. Consider the number of asexuals who are hounded or emotionally abused by their families for failing to find partners. Consider the number of asexuals who force themselves to have sexual experiences, because it is the norm, because they don’t even know what asexuality is, because THEY think that they are just 'hesitant’, despite finding sex disgusting and feeling no desire to do it. Do you really think asexuals are just running around, free and happy and content in who they are? They aren’t. I’m not.

So go ahead. Cast aside asexuals if you want. Call them attention-seeking, call them special snowflakes. Ignore the pain they feel. Make them go through it alone, in pain, terrified of what they are. Why on earth would the LGBT+ community be a place to support people like that!?

Messages like the one you have just sent me gives me further reason to never talk about that part of myself. To just sit and cry about it at home day after day because I do not like myself. Because I feel that nobody will accept me or understand who I am. I could list the number of things people have said to me to discredit and laugh at this part of myself, but it’s people like you who make me embarrassed to talk about it, too scared to own a label and talk about it freely and openly.

I thought, going into this, that the LGBT+ community was one of total respect, understanding, and empathy. I learnt pretty quickly that it is not.

I send love to your asexual friend. I really, really do.

Disclaimer: I am very aware of the nuances of asexuality, of the differences between romantic/aesthetic/sexual attraction, but sadly it seems that many people can’t even grasp the basic concept of asexuality, so I don’t quite think they’re ready for that yet.


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pairing: jimin x reader

genre: fluff, slight angst, eventual smut + expecting parents au

word Count: 4,724

request: sperm donor ex-boyfriend jimin 

↠ description: Okay, maybe in hindsight asking your ex-boyfriend, who you never really got over, to be your sperm-donor wasn’t the brightest of ideas.


“I want to have your baby,” is a particular string of words that is only considered acceptable in a certain number of situations.

Maybe between two lovers getting lost in the moment of their heightened feelings, and somehow the words just slip — that’s probably the most common occurrence of the phrase. Or maybe it’s a night out, alcohol in your system, and the words just sort of spill past your lips to the most ridiculously attractive stranger you’ve ever seen before you can even think to stop them. Even that, can still be considered at least borderline passable usage of the phrase. Hell, even the instance of a teenage girl proclaiming her love for her favorite celebrity with the heavy proclamation is still considered normal for the most part.

These, along with a few far-fetched others, were the only situations you could think of that allowed for the usage of those six words to be passable, yet, here you were, uttering that exact phrase, when you were in absolutely none of them. You weren’t getting caught up in the moment with lust-glazed eyes, you weren’t drunk and spewing nonsense at a bar to some guy, and you most certainly weren’t some star struck teenage girl staring up at her celebrity crush’s poster.

No, you were none of those things.

Instead, you were sitting across from your ex-boyfriend telling him that you wanted to have his baby… Yeah, totally passable usage of the phrase, right?

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anonymous asked:

I was talking about Lucy and Damion but what about Tristan too?

“Is this that game where you are supposed to take the three names you are given and say whom you would kill, etcetera? Very well.

I would kill Tristan, and he would enjoy it. I would fuck Damion… do I really need to give a reason? You have seen him right? And though I would never actually marry anyone, for the purpose of this ploy it would be Lucy.

Are you satisfied Anon?”

anonymous asked:

What are your personal pros in regards to be single?

Er, what a strange question…?

I like having my own space, not sharing with people my home, I don’t like cuddling/physical contact anyway so there isn’t an advantage to a significant other in that respect, so occasionally seeing friends fills whatever need I have for companionship.

Asking someone who’s aro/ace why they like being single is kind of odd to me.

anonymous asked:

How is Silvally an evolution of Type: Null? Isn't Type: Null just a Silvally with a helmet on?

This is an excellent question.

Not one that I have an answer to, frankly, but it’s an excellent one.

(For that matter, no one is quite certain why dugtrio and magneton are considered to be evolutions and not merely large groups of diglett and magnemite, respectively.)

Okay I need some input for this session I’m planning for my players, bit of an odd question but if you were going to make the sound of hocking a loogie into an onamonapia what would it be?

anonymous asked:

I swear I'm not inferring either of you are copying one another, it's just something I've noticed and find funny that you and toxic tears keep seeming to get the same things within days, sometimes hours of each other. You got your raven hair piece from lunation leathers, almost immediately after she had the bat one. She got a vampire kisses bat necklace, suddenly you had one. You two seem to have some sort of weird connection lately lol.

That’s certainly strange…. For the Lunation Leathers pieces, that mostly had to do with collection release (since her pieces are posted in batches), and I’d bought that Vampire Kisses collar more than a year and a half ago, I don’t wear it often and seeing that she had one just reminded me of mine 😅

Taking inspiration from others just sort of happens sometimes, intentionally or no. Sometimes I do get ideas from IG and FB friends, like everyone.

anonymous asked:

I love Bill.

I love Bill too. —LH

What? —Bill

I love him like the brother I never had and also never asked for because he will one day either kill himself or kill us all through mad science, so I have to watch him and ensure he doesn’t break the space-time continuum again, which is occasionally annoying, but he’s somewhat charming, so I don’t necessarily hate doing it. —LH

Oh, okay. Business as usual then. —Bill

You’re the story I tell when the wind asks about my love for sunsets, the punctuation I erase when our reflections sink into the shore. How does every sign we construct explain how some people are meant to fall in love, but aren’t meant to be together? how new constellations form every time I whisper your name, but the night still drinks the caffeine we left at our feet? I just wanted to be the owner of the galaxies dripping from your eyes, the piece you could live without when our hands are grasping for the leaves falling short of a title we’re still rearranging. The less we talk, the more words mean. The less we smile, the more I find your laughter in every six string song. On my best days, I’m just a breath away from you, but sometimes, I just need a little help getting out of my head. Or when I need to get off the bed, some words push us towards insanity– if you were ever mad at me, would you speak your thoughts? If you ever fell in love with me? Would you tell me? If you wanted to know something unusual– I’ve got you. I enjoy the oddness of questions. Like how it sends us on a quest for the truthful answers midway. I don’t like acronyms because the shortness of letters can never compare to the shortness in my breathing when it comes to the lines of oh my god, you’re beautiful tonight. The less we smile, the more I find your atmosphere most needed– some laughter controls the bleeding, some lovers control the weather, and some nights I need both. Some nights I seem to choke on my regrets, it’s never dinnertime when you’ve got so much on your mind. It’s never writing if you’ve done nothing right. You’re always wrong if you start crying in the middle of a song that triggered certain feelings that you shouldn’t be having. you’re always spacing out whenever the commas start to show how many mistakes you’ve made, how many mistakes it took for you to finally get it, how many apologies it took for you to be forgiven, how many I love you’s were needed for someone to feel like you loved them and not just for the sake of not being alone, how many nights you had to spend living in a dead memory of won’t you stay with me for another hour, how many oceans you had to cry before you realized people sink with you every time you damage them, how many volcanoes you became because stress makes smoking this much easier, how many pills you had to take to forget a name, how many nights you stayed high because shower thoughts brought you back to the razors, how many mornings you spent fucked up because of one fuck up, how many years you’ll toss away to find yourself, how many weeks it’ll take to rewire your brain after a breakup, how many days it’ll take to unfeel everything, how many hours it’ll take to unlove a feeling, how many seconds it’ll take to get it right, how many commas you’ll keep count of to not lose yourself tonight, and how many times you’ll leave yourself in the palms of others instead of your own. if I’m ever on my last dollar, if I’m ever on my last heartbeat, if I’m ever at the end of the line, if I ever forget about you, if I never loved you, if I ever destroyed myself to recreate myself, if I ever feel good enough to get over this depression, if I ever stop and stare into the middle of nowhere and if I never return to who I used to be– remember that this life will cut like a very thin knife into your ribs in search for another comma for another run-on sentence that should not have happened because you always loved to make mistakes without a proper ending or a period to your era of impressional impressions to impress no one in particular you can have all of my mistakes you can have all of my errors you can have all of this red ink to scribble all over this poem you can have my life and call it death to the last day when we’ll never meet again.
—  The Ate & The Bunso