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Aw man…
The locked tomb books just keep showing examples of true love in all its extremes. In a couple examples: Abigail and Magnus who would have died rather than go through the lyctoral process. A sweet and tender sort of love. Ianthe and Coronabeth who keep making decisions to come back to eachother for better or for worse (usually worse) regardless of who they hurt or use in the process. Palamedes and Camilla who are two halves of one whole, who show over and over the meaning of real loyalty and absolute commitment.
And then there’s Harrowhark and Gideon. Messy, mean, awful, hurtful, beautiful, scathing, riotous, bruised, devoted, desperate, and despairing, to the ends of the universe, sort of love. These books show all kinds of love outside of the romantic, often easy, sort of love. I absolutely adore what Tamsyn Muir has explored in these books. That in the life and death of it all, who wants to kiss who is not nearly as important as who would you kill god for?
forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long;
our graves will be less deep, our lies less true.
You held aloft the sword.
I still love y
You want to know why Inigo Montoya remains such an iconic and beloved character even 35 years after the Princess Bride came out?
It's because he's one of the few characters in fiction who has a story where he has dedicated his life to revenge, his whole motivation is about getting revenge....and he gets it! and then he isn't empty or despairing! he doesn't regret it! he's totally satisfied!
because so many stories about revenge or rage are about characters "seeing the futility of their actions" or learning "their desire for revenge has only made them the monsters they hated" FUCK THAT.
Inigo Montoya kills the man who kills his father, is allowed to live in the narrative after and be happy about it and it is so satisfying. it's fantastic. it's iconic.
let more characters rage against the world, bring it down with bloodied hands, and let them be FUCKING RIGHT about it. Let them celebrate their success with sharp grins, and let them live happy, full lives where they always remain proud/fulfilled for what they've done
Rose gets her own Doctor. Donna gets her own Doctor. Martha gets a lifetime of PTSD and a t-shirt that says 'I walked the world for the Doctor and I didn't get so much as a lousy t-shirt'.
every single relationship dynamic in six of crows is completely unmatched idc. because kaz wanted inej to stay in ketterdam with him and inej wanted jesper to stop treating his pain like it was something he imagined and jesper thought that wylan’s kiss was better than the spin of makker’s wheel and inej told wylan that he was not his father and kaz told wylan that not being able to read didn’t make him weak and nina was glad that kaz was alive and matthias was made to protect nina and matthias thought inej saved them all multiple times and inej said she owed nina a life’s debt and nina tailored wylan without question and matthias thought wylan was a great actor and matthias walked jesper through using his powers and kaz wanted jesper to know he was missed around the slat and matthias saved kaz’s life
i really hope that Kaz sometimes visits The Wraith and helps Inej with her slaver hunting. i hope that Inej comes around Ketterdam and they have dinner. i hope Wylan and Jesper save a spare room for her, just in case. i hope Kaz gets roped into visiting the Van Eck house once a week. i hope Nina comes to Ketterdam after her wedding. i hope they’re all invited. i hope Inej is her maid of honor. i hope Jesper and Wylan live so long that they get married. i hope Kaz, Inej, and Nina are sitting and laughing at the reception. i hope Kaz finally finds peace, and finds Inej.
i hope Matthias watches, the wolves beside him.
RTD said I’m going to give the gays what they want: existential horror and Fourteen being Donna’s gay best friend
the first sixtieth anniversary special: the doctor and donna are back!!!! trans people are awesome!!!! it’s rough at first, but it’ll be ok (minus coffee making the tardis malfunction) <333
the second sixtieth anniversary special:
Ecosocialist praxis
Mood board- The tradition that started it all: Yuletide, the Pagan celebration of winter solstice.
I honestly do not give a flying fuck what right wingers are about to say about Dr Who. Cos you know fucking what it was beautiful. The UK is full of transphobia at the moment and it's fucking terrifying. So that was all needed every last bit of that was needed. Every fucking moment. Because we exist and we need to be seen. And that scene in the kitchen with Donna and Sylvia my parents were sitting there nodding along because they felt seen. Because they have had to try so hard to get it right with me and my siblings and sometimes they fucked up but they found a way through. And us being like this is better than us pretending to be something we're not and they get that now. And there was a person in a wheelchair an actual fucking person in a wheelchair who was there for longer than 5 minutes and mattered. So I don't care what GB News and the Daily Mail and the Tory party have to say because I will always love this silly little sci fi show about dustbins with guns and metal people and an alien and their friend who do an awful lot of running. I will always love it. It has done what it has always done, it has made the people who felt alone feel seen. And to Russel T Davies and David Tennant and Catherine Tate and Yasmin Finney thank you, thank you so fucking much.
doctor who really said nonbinary rights what about nonbinary WRONGS
my weekends consist of:
no shit saturday (procrastination)
oh shit sunday (realization of procrastination)
Knit a Cute Slug from the book "Birds, Butterflies & Little Beasts to Knit & Crochet" 👉 https://buff.ly/2P5WOTB
“We are to be lighthouses to each other…”
A crochet blanket pattern based on the lighthouse painting from Our Flag Means Death.
Where to find free patterns
Vintage patterns can be a great resource for all sorts of knits and because many are out of copyright they are free to access.
I have two websites I go to for free vintage patterns. They are freevintageknitting.com and freevintagecrochet.com. These are my first stop for newer vintage patterns because it collects old out of print pamphlets and makes them easy to read. The sites also have information on discontinued yarn, hook and needle conversion and more. They are a great start to historical (or vintage) knitting.
For older books you can head to archive.org/details/knittingreferencelibrary. Books in this collection are simply photocopies so you would need to translate the patterns yourself. But it does contain Victorian to WW 2 books.
Blogs and sites like Ravelry are also a good place to start looking for patterns. There are many free versions of vintage patterns and paid for ones can be helpful because the authors will do the work of updating the needles, yarn and pattern wordage.
When working with vintage or antique patterns there are a few things to keep in mind. One is stitch definitions — always check what the pattern book describes as each stitch you’re making (this is very important for crochet!) Another one is to convert the needle size and find a good yarn substitution.
Before you start transcribing or picking a new yarn, make sure it can fit you and if you’ll want to try grading. Vintage sizes are different than modern ones and it is best to use a guide to get an estimate.
Here’s a quick chart with some measurements for vintage sizes https://purplekittyyarns.com/vintage-body-measurements-size-chart.
The next step is to start transcribing and depends on how old the pattern is. The older the pattern the more likely you'll want to read it through and decide if you need to transcribe it.
This can include typing up the pattern in a way which makes sense for you or to map it out on a chart. This can take a few tries and I like to start with smaller and less complicated patterns. Occasionally you might not even need to transcribe it.
Next you’ll need to find the yarn substitution which will give you needles as well. If the pattern includes a gauge use that as a guideline to find a substitution. For a more in depth read visit https://knitpal.com/blogs/knitpal/how-to-substitute-yarn-for-vintage-knitting-patterns.
And once you've found the size you'll need, made the pattern readable and found your replacement you're ready to start knitting. Happy cast on!
whittaker!doctor turning up at martha's door: so uh turns out being seen as a woman kinda sucks & i'm sorry about being a part of the problem for you
gatwa!doctor turning up the next day: well. racism huh
You two! We're at the end of the universe, all right? Right at the edge of knowledge itself and you're busy... blogging!
DOCTOR WHO (2005 -) I 3.11 - Utopia
first breath
site / prints / newsletter / other links
I drew a little something for the Hiveworks micro comic summer~
you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated
"Love is what makes us human" Wrong, my ability to write poetry about the moon is what makes me human
Idfk! ✨prints
don't mess with the aroace ten shooters there's like 8 of us and david tennant
Please please please I know we all love Friends and Chandler was our favourite character and Matthew always put a smile on our faces and that’s all amazing but can we please please please talk about this:
“I've had a lot of ups and downs in my life. I'm still working through it personally, but the best thing about me is that if an alcoholic or drug addict comes up to me and says, 'Will you help me?' I will always say, 'Yes, I know how to do that. I will do that for you, even if I can't always do it for myself! So I do that, whenever I can. In groups, or one on one.
And I created the Perry House in Malibu, a sober-living facility for men. I also wrote my play The End of Longing, which is a personal message to the world, an exaggerated form of me as a drunk. I had something important to say to people like me, and to people who love people like me.
When I die, I know people will talk about Friends, Friends, Friends. And I'm glad of that, happy l've done some solid work as an actor, as well as given people multiple chances to make fun of my struggles on the world wide web...
but when I die, as far as my so-called accomplishments go, it would be nice if Friends were listed far behind the things I did to try to help other people.
I know it won't happen, but it would be nice.”
- Matthew Langford Perry
(August 19, 1969 - October 28, 2023)
I wish octopus could learn how to read. They could be pen pals with middle schoolers.
hiiiiii @nightgoodomens i read this post and then immediately started typing and this is the result. either sorry or you're welcome. or both. :)
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Crowley's first instinct is to wrench his arm from Arizaphale's grasp, but his hold on him tightens ever so slightly as if sensing his intentions, so he stays put—for now.
Still, anger rises in his chest like a tidal wave, hot and desperate and tainted by nothing lasts forever and i forgive you. They haven't talked about it yet, and he refuses to when the outcome of that argument could very well mean extinction, not just for the two of them but for the world. He built walls in his mind, keeping out shimmering purple eyes and familiar lips, and stopped breathing so he could pretend Aziraphale didn't smell all wrong.
The reason stretching throughout their foundations turns into vines, forcing them apart stone by stone when he meets his gaze.
"How about we come up with a plan where you don't risk destruction, please?"
Crowley's smile is a mask of bitter disappointment; the slant of his mouth is sharp, almost cruel.
"What do you care?"
"Of course I care," Aziraphale shoots back immediately, his fingers digging into his arm forcefully enough that he can practically taste the bruises forming beneath them.
"You were more than happy to deliver me to heaven all tied up and with a bow on my head, Arseangel Aziraphale. You would have had to find someone to scrape my sorry fucking remains off their pristine floors five minutes later."
A tingling numbness spreads up to his shoulder, pins and needles reminding him that this corporation is starting to get tired of being restrained, but Crowley is too focused on the insulted rage distorting the angel's face. He steps closer, forcing him to look up at him, and he takes minute satisfaction in the heavy swallow running down his throat.
"They wouldn't-"
"Oh, they wouldn't, really? They have already done it once, and now they're planning on ending us all. None of them would know mercy if it hit them in their perfect bloody faces."
Uncaring for the increase in his volume, Crowley mockingly raises an eyebrow, challenging him to disagree, to defend heaven like he has done time and time again, to finally let go of him and let him stomp off to his destruction; this time, he is either going to win or go out on his own terms.
When Aziraphale doesn't respond, his lashes fluttering and his mouth opening and closing several times without expelling a single sound or breath, he channels six thousand years of suppressed frustration and angry humiliation and rips his arm out of his grasp.
"There is no 'we', Aziraphale. There is your side, there is earth, and then there's me."
He remembers the hundred times Aziraphale denied knowing him, called him a demon, his adversary, denounced their friendship and arrangement, and ground their partnership to dust under his heels like a dried-out bug on the verge of death.
Friends, we're not friends.
For a moment, Crowley wants to ask if any of it had been real, but he knows it was—that's why it hurts.
That's why he can't let it go.
The pain as the blood in his arm begins to flow unhindered again is nothing compared to the gaping wound scratching itself open in his chest, forcing him to swallow salted iron and sickly sweet love. He has been wearing his shades every single second they spent together after his return, but he takes them off now, biting back a taunting sneer, biting back tears.
Purple meets gold, the summer-sky blue is long gone, and it helps him deliver the last blow without flinching.
"Nothing lasts forever, right? Good luck with your armageddon."
Crowley does not wait to see the hurt spreading across his face and pretends he doesn't hear the punched-out gasp or the beginnings of a sob.
Instead, he slides his glasses back into place and walks away; the universe will finally grant him rest one way or another.
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