Same Vibes

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

same energy.

lean out across the bow of the ship and let out a wild whoop as salty spray flies up, soaking your shirt and peppering your face and catching in your wind-whipped hair

Whatever. *disappears into the fog on my ship never to be heard of again except in legend*

Some lighthouse/seacore aesthetic activities that don’t get spoken about enough (Pt 1/?)

- learning crochet (to knit sweaters for yourself and your cats)

- playing cards

- writing letters, journals, stories, poems, songs. anything and everything

- wearing that vintage sea captain hat and never taking it off

- pretending you’re an old sea captain and journalling your voyages and adventures on ship

- playing board games

- pressing wildflowers in old biology textbooks

- bicycling to the city for new books

- having a sublime rock collection

- rocking on your rocking chair for hours just petting your cat

- having countless vintage collectible books on entomology and ornithology 

- having a seashell collection

- play with your cats

- go paddling off the shore once in a while

- bicycling to the closest seaside city for fresh bunches of flowers

- taking naps on your rocking chair

- teach yourself to draw insects, birds, fish

- learning folklore and folk songs for sea monsters from multiple languages/cultures

- having ivy and creepers flourishing on the windowsill

- picnicking on the shore, on the rocks

- dressing up in your grandparents’ vintage formal clothes and having fancy dinners with yourself and your cat

- baking 

- hot chocolate with marshmallows

- reading letters from old friends

- taking long walks on the beach

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- always having a boiling kettle on the stove with fresh tea

- collecting different types of tea to try

- sewing kits

- writing letters to your friends and loved ones describing your life in minute detail

- teaching yourself embroidery

- owning a telescope and referring to guidebooks to spot constellations and planets at night

- writing long letters to your old professors/librarians/teachers

- owning paintings with sceneries of the sea and the sky 

- owning too many woolen socks (but you just can’t get enough)

- books, obviously

- sliding across the floor with woolen socks because they’re cool

- clips and bows and ribbons in your hair

- wearing aprons on long skirts and nostalgic for your non-existent husband who died at sea (it’s a fantasy)

- owning too many horror and folktale books from all over the world

- learning to make sketches of the faces you’ve seen at night

- owning too many keys belonging to unknown locks

- owning books of asian ghost stories 

- dissecting watches and clocks to learn the inner workings and fix them on your own

- painting with watercolours

- learning to play an instrument (preferably piano or violin)

- owning a record player and dancing to the old records in the living room

- learning to read water and weather

- learning to draw human anatomy and physiology

Feel free to add on!

Constellations, from Munro's Navigation

if your dad (1) goads the king into challenging him to a fight, (2) accepts the king's challenge to fight, (3) insults the king's daughter that he's super protective of, and (4) hits the king first in the fight then I don't think you can be that mad when the king accidentally one punch kills your dad. that's kinda on your dad for getting into that situation and I think he might've had some underlying health issues that contributed to the single punch instantly killing him

It’s a good time to bring this back

Is it all right to hit a Nazi unprovoked?

*gently grasps your face* listen. listen. 

we get a happy ending. they get a happy ending. do you guys understand how fucking powerful that is? (of course you do, yall are gay too) 

and not by running away to london. they get to stay here.  in Moga, in Delhi, in India, right here where they belong. they get to stay with their pariwaar. they get the love and support of their families. they get to have it all. 

don’t you guys understand how powerful that is for us, who have thought for years and years and years that the only way to live was to choose between living suppressed but loved by our families, or cut off from them but with the loves of our lives? 

but Ek Ladki says no. Yeh tumhara ghar hai. Yeh tumhare log hain. you’re not going anywhere. youre staying right here, where you’re loved, where you belong. bas. baat ho gayi. And I can’t thank them enough for giving us that.