David's brief return made me revisit Ten's era and now I'm once again falling into the damn tensimm wormhole because jesus christ how did RTD get away with it all back then??!! my god as if series 3 wasn't enough he went and brought The Master back only to make them do gay forehead touch, put The Master in a dog collar and then The Doctor in that fucking chair and then they saved each other at the end?! like??? how am I supposed to be normal about this
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Shout out to the fics you read years and years ago, fics you found on a whim late at night and read and moved on and yet their stories haunt. Pour one out for those fics you stand no chance in hell of finding again and yet even long after you read those words, you still find yourself affected by them. Here’s to the stories that exist without name, author or even words but just the gentle impression they left on you long ago.
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i hate my town i hate the people in it i hate the shame that consumes us all i hate that every failure might as well be posted in the square because everyone knows everyone i hate that my grandparents are here and i hate that my mother came back for them i hate that the kids are dying and no one cares i hate that every good memory has a bad memory right next door like sam's house around the corner from my childhood home i hate the body they pulled from the river i hate the memory of hearing yellow by coldplay at my cousin's funeral because all i could think was that it was too modern for the situation but then he was only seventeen so it makes sense i hate that i was seventeen too and all the boys i knew were there his friends that were supposed to be the tough guys the scary guys i hate that i pretended not to see them sobbing i hate that everything smells of cigarettes here i hate the politics i hate the people i used to love that dont even smile at me on the street i hate that the girl who called me a slut works at my favourite bar i hate every alley and hidden shortcut and i hate that i know them like the back of my hand i hate the same fucking coffee shops i sat in when i was fourteen and scared and now im nineteen and scared and i hate that it's exactly what this town wants i hate that it wants anger i hate that it wants fear i hate that it wants shame i hate that i can give it everything
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goodmorning! it's currently almost 10 a.m. here, i have been up since 6:30 for my ✨adult responsibilities✨, and i have to keep pretending i am a normal, functional human being with goals and not at all hyperfixated (i sincerely think that's the right word to use regarding my situation, if not, i apologise!!) on a swedish show i spent the last years of my adolescence watching and cherising at uni and while doing work, when said show is now over and tumblr is making me tear up more than it itself because you guys are so brilliant and your analyses are so moving!!!
have a nice day/night!!
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