time lord isn’t a race, it’s a fucking social class. it’s also kind of like having a spot in political office & moffat confirmed that in listen, to all the nuvians’ cries of ‘i don’t know anything about my own fandom’
anyway when that post was torn apart by people who’ve actually watched doctor who, the rtd piss babies started reblogging examples of time lord being called a race and, hMMMMM, evERY SINGLE ONE came from an rtd episode
just because rtd is ignorant doesn’t mean his mistakes should be canon. he worked on the show for four seasons, who the hell decided we should throw out the decades of canon that came before that, just because he couldn’t be bothered to fucking fact check?
we all know nursey’s ‘chill’aesthetic is fake, is entirely fabricated, and is in fact carefully curated and the very antithesis of chill, because soft gentle nerd derek malik nurse has the true heart of a poet and actually feels everything very deeply. it’s a protective mechanism. he’s from a world of class and pretension and he refuses to accept the system in his little queer mixed heart and he’s always riotously angry. but there’s feeling it and then there’s showing it, in a macho bro culture sport and a greater society that likes to chew up and spit out anyone that’s different. he’d rather just bottle it up inside himself, let it age like a fine wine, and use it to inspire His Art ™.
he is whole heartedly committed to being cool and calm and collected. until anyone starts on dex. then, nursey will go from 0 to 60 and unashamedly abandon all attempts at chill on the roadside.
“dude it just seems like everyone on the sports teams is a dick” “haha np man”
“no offence, like, you’re cool, but a lot of players just seem really uptight” “yeah yeah cool cool i get it”
“the basketball girls are stuck up, and those lax bros, urgh. the redhead you play with-” “whAT THE EVERLOVING FUCK DID YOU JSUT SAY TO ME”
It was a few weeks ago that the hay bales started creeping slowly away from the house. Every morning when I woke up, each had moved a few hundred feet from where it was before. I assumed it was pranksters with nothing better to do, and I so I ignored it. Within a few days, though, the bales began to approach the boundaries of the farm. I was tired of the whole game by then, and decided to move them back. It took a tedious hour to bring them all from where they were to over near the house again, and by the time I was done I was ready to snap the neck of whatever little pissant was deciding to screw with me.
The next morning, I found each and every one of my horses messily decapitated. The smell was what woke me up. Each one was slumped over against the side of its stall. There were no signs of the heads. I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the mess and burying the remains. It was only when I was done that I noticed the bales of hay had all returned to their positions from the day before, scattered far out into the fields. This time I left them where they were.
I’ve noticed that a lot of people seem to like “pugilistic yet saintly” Steve: always getting into a fight, but only for the best of reasons.
and for those people I gesture to the fight Steve has with Bucky outside the enlistment station. The fight that seems morally just on the surface, but in reality is selfish and petty and no really, Steve is picking his argument very carefully so its Bucky that looks like an asshole if he tries to call bullshit. Just because Steve’s aware of where the moral high-ground lies doesn’t mean he deserves to take it, especially since he’s deciding to take it the last fucking day his best friend has before he leaves the country to go fight a war.
Bucky has a goddamn point. There are other jobs he could do that would actually fucking help not only himself but the war effort for longer than .2 seconds, but Steve wants to fight so stubborn pissant Steve can’t fucking do jackshit all else but look for more opportunities to fight.
And it only gets a whole other level of passive-aggressive awful when you layer it with my headcanon that the only reason Steve’s deadset on enlisting is because Bucky got drafted and Steve’s options have become ‘die alone in Brooklyn’ or 'die with Bucky on the battlefield’. And guess which one Steve wants to pick. And of course he’s not gonna say this because Bucky’s reply would be “fuck no you are not coming with me stay here, be safe, oh my god why are you trying to give me a heart attack right now, the last thing I want is to see you dying in a ditch in Europe.”
so Steve pointedly does not bring up Bucky at all. “There are men laying down their lives,” he says. To Bucky. To Bucky’s face. Bucky, who is in uniform and roughly ten hours away from being shipped off to lay down his motherfucking life.
Seeing all the hate that thefitally is getting is just like… Damn makes me mad.
You guys need to realize that everyone starts somewhere different. There is no right or wrong progress picture. Some people want to gain weight, some people want to lose weight, some people just want to be happier with themselves, some people want to gain muscle – it doesn’t really matter because everyone has different goals. So when someone posts THEIR progress picture on THEIR blog and believes that they are better now/happier now/have progressed a lot more, you should just be happy for them. Happy that they’re happy and satisfied with themselves and that mentally and physically they feel stronger.
Ally never called anyone else fat or said they she thought people who looked like that were fat. Never. She said she was chubby and she felt that way. And yknow I get it because when you’re small fat sits on your body so differently.
I think instead of hating we should praise people who make progress and quit it with the negativity because jeeze it is draining to see it all over my dash 24/7