the world ends with me

I didn’t have time to write a long essay, and I have no idea how to make gifs and stuff, but I couldn’t let this day go by without at least saying thank you to Steven Moffat.

Thank you for writing the episodes that turned Doctor Who from something I used as background noise while I did my homework to something that changed the way I look at the world. Thank you for showing me that not everything has to end in tragedy. That, sometimes, it’s much more interesting when Everybody Lives.

Thank you for showing me there’s nothing wrong with being scared, or lonely. Fear is really just a superpower, and no one is really alone.

Thank you for turning everything into a story — it’s not important how sad or happy, as long as it’s a good one — and for completely dissolving the barrier between science and magic, and dream and reality, television and, well, us.

Thank you for making love the most important, powerful thing there is. And not necessarily romantic love, or love dictated by blood, but also friendship, comradery.

Thank you for never being afraid of pushing the boundaries, of showing how flawed the Doctor is, but never forgetting (or making us forget) their most important trait is their kindness, their bravery, their resolution to never give up, never give in. And for showing us what happens when he gets too far from what he promised to be.

Thank you for Nancy and Reinette and Sally, three women so different, and yet so similar to each other in their strength. Thank you for River, sexy and smart and outrageous at the same time. Thank you for Amy, who just like me never seemed to grow up and let go of her imaginary friend. Thank you for Rory, whose insecurity is also my own. Thank you for Vastra and Jenny and Strax, united by their differences against a world that would rather prefer they didn’t exist. Thank you for Clara, who spent her whole life telling stories until she became one herself, so in love with the Doctor until she became the best of him. Thank you for Bill, magnificent and shining and so, so close to my heart.

Thank you, Mr Moffat, for your stories.

anybody else feel like an absurd amount of foreboding for 2018 like 2016 sucked my soul out 2017 put my corpse into a really fast car i couldn’t control and i feel like 2018 is The Arrival At The Gates Of Satan

Shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t look like they belong on the street style blogs, shout-out to girls with hijab that are not fashionistas, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t have strong eyeliner game, shout-out to girls with hijab that doesn’t wear any makeup, shout-out to plus sized girls with hijab that feels like no hijab suits your face shape, shout-out to girls with hijab that gets catcalled on the street despite the coverings, shout-out to girls with hijab that have to remove so many pins when they’re shopping for clothes, shout-out to girls with hijab that are having a bad hijab day where everything is wrong and you feel like you just look plain messy, y'all look beautiful today. Thanks.

#potterweekprompts2017, day 7: yer a wizard, harry

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Avatar Kuruk: It was love at first sight.

Avatar Roku: When love is real, it finds a way. 

Avatar Aang: Why would I let go of Katara? I love her! 

Avatar Korra: He's all into that prissy, beautiful, elegant, rich girl.