This is my favourite thing
The Doctor and The Master implies a third, less prestigious renegade timelord named The Bachelor
“how is annabeth head of athena cabin” have you ever met an autistic 12 year old girl. she’s running that shit like the navy
I love you tailors, I love you recycling center employees, I love you jewelry repair people, I love you tech repair people. I love you plumbers, I love you electricians. I love you all maintenance workers, who make it so things don't have to be fully replaced when they break.
There are so many ways to contribute to the climate movement.
they are too cuttttttttttte
"Me too!"
doxes vegies coming in should be compostable
You know how companies used to make flour sacks with pretty flower patterns on them because mothers would make dresses out of them for their daughters? We should bring that back. Paper bags designed to be reused as wrapping paper. Jars of jam designed to look nice filled with pencils or homemade sauces. Fabric that's high quality enough to use as a patch.
Give things a second life!!
i want to pet it
S I G H H H H
Oh, to be a dragon from a 15th century German Jewish manuscript wearing a long, silly hat.
I like to think that Doctor Who from the Master's perspective could be called 'One Man's Quest To Get His Spouse To Come Back Home And Abandon His Massive Ant Colony'. Everything is so much funnier if you picture the Master being absolutely baffled at the Doctor defending Earth, because he's borderline immortal whilst humans die so quickly - killing a human is like stepping on a spider, and the Doctor is the guy who swoops in with a cup and paper to move the spider outside even if the decision seems nonsensical. I like to reframe the Master's attempts to take over the universe as him desperately asking the Doctor "we could get a dog? Or a cat? Or adopt? Are the ants really worth it, you have no other hobbies".
It’s too late to save the world
Ash trees sprout in cracks in the asphalt. The gutters collect leaves, which become soil, in which dandelions sprout.
There’s nothing you can do
A man plants an entire forest. A young girl teaches a drone to deliver saplings. The elderly volunteer to clean up radioactive waste.
You might as well give up
Wolves return to ancestral hunting grounds. Bison return to the prairie. Otters return to the kelp beds. Young oaks push roots deep into reclaimed farmland.
Who cares anyway?
Children draw pictures of flowers. Festivals are held for cherry blossoms and pecans and apples. A crowd cheers as the last line is cut away from the ensnared creature.
I have disobeyed worse than you
The world does not die on my watch
Happy pride month maybe I’ll start watching Doctor Who again
And his room is pink
Ways Bruce knows his kids are mad at him:
His Batsuit is no longer black
The Batmobile is no longer black
All the tires in the Batcave are gone
His ringtone is “Baby” by Justin Bieber and he can’t change it
Someone gives Damian a new pet
He is suddenly committed to five social events in the same week
Everything in his bedroom has moved two inches to the right
He can only find Superman pajamas
All the coffee is missing even though at least two of his children always seem to have a cup in hand
All the snacks in his utility belt are banana flavored
He has an interview scheduled with Lois Lane
He has no matching socks
Constantine has his phone number and now he has to change it again