I just want an episode of Doctor Who where the TARDIS translator thing stops working. So when the Doctor goes to speak to his companion he automatically talks in gallifreyan. So he then has to consciously change to English.
And for the whole episode he just speaks with a stupid accent.
I WANT THIS SO MUCH
It’s back oh god, why do you people keep reblogging this? I’m drowning in notifications.
Real talk though I have issues with egalitarianism.
Saying “I don’t see colour/race/gender/sexuality” or any other aspect of a person that can result in their being oppressed or considered a minority seems like a cop out to me. A lazy, ignorant scapegoat. Rather than acknowledging inequality, addressing it and deconstructing it, you’re just ignoring the problem.
When I hear someone say they don’t “see” these sorts of things, what I really hear is “I’m scared of being criticised for how I grapple with these concepts so I’m not even going to acknowledge them and instead strip you of an aspect that defines you as an individual. Your individuality and the suffering you experience as a result is less important to me than my comfort.”
And, interestingly enough, the vast majority of people I’ve personally encountered who have this attitude are white, cis and able bodied. Take that as you will.
A 14 year-old boy was recently raped at knife-point by a 20 year-old woman. When the story broke, it was primarily men who claimed he should have enjoyed it. It was feminists who validated his pain and spoke in support of him.
Man, idek anymore. I’ve openly identified as bi for the past year or so but I’m beginning to think queer or pansexual suits me better as a label. I just like who I like and sometimes seem to go through stages of being more inclined to certain genders. Currently having a bit of a desperately-want-a-qt-girlfriend phase.
I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, “Kiss me harder,” and “You’re a good person,” and, “You brighten my day.” I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.
Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.
But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.
And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.
We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.